Every once in a while,
a story arrives quietly with a softness that tugs at you long after the last page. That’s what The Perfect Guy became for me.
When I started writing this book, I thought I was simply crafting a romantic novel. You know… girl meets boy, boy seems perfect, hearts flutter, worlds collide, and love blossoms. And yes — all of that is there.
The late-night conversations.
The heart-racing moments.
The “mushy-mushy” feelings…😍

But somewhere between the pages, the story deepened.
Because love, real love, isn’t always a straight line. Sometimes it’s a beautiful beginning that slowly starts to unravel. And sometimes, it’s the quiet courage to listen to your own voice even when your heart is begging for something else.
I wanted to write a romance that feels real, not rehearsed. One that honours the tenderness of connection but also the complexity of being human.
A romance where no one is a villain… but someone still gets hurt.
A romance with butterflies… and with shadows.

If you’ve ever looked in the mirror and wondered whether you were too much or not enough… this story will hold your heart gently.
I won’t spoil the twist… not a chance😂
Just know this: The Perfect Guy begins like a love story… and transforms into something more honest than I ever planned.
And maybe, just maybe, you’ll find a part of yourself tucked into its pages.



I’m interested in the book
This really resonates with my imagination of “the perfect guy”. Looking forward to see the incredible twist. Who knows if I’ve made such in my imaginations.😂😂😂