She’s also stuck-up, spoiled, and my new stepsister.As a lawyer, I’m good at reading people. Faye has perfect hair, perfect clothes, and a perfect, cushy little life. Or so I thought.Beneath her well-honed facade, is a woman who longs for acceptance, love, and intimacy. I’ve never been very good at any of those things, but I’m a quick learner.I don’t care if she’s my stepsister. I’d do anything for Faye, my broken little pixie.Faye: Jasper is a jerk. A hot jerk, but a jerk nonetheless. Oh, and he’s my new stepbrother. He sees my designer shoes and pricey handbags and thinks he knows me. Everyone does. They don’t know the real price of living my life.When it all becomes too much for me to take, Jasper is there with a shoulder to cry on. I shouldn’t trust his sweet words and gentle touches. I shouldn’t ache for more.I shouldn’t want my stepbrother, but I’m already in too deep.

    One kiss, under the dark of night, in a city where no one knew us. One kiss fueled by my hormones and alcohol and the blinding grief over losing my mother. One kiss from the man I told myself was untouchable. But, it didn’t stop at one kiss. And now we are running full speed down a road with no intention of stopping. His touch disarms me. His kiss revives me. But, our love, could destroy me. *This is a taboo novel and is intended for mature audiences only.

    I’m dominating and possessive, and my control streak runs a mile wide. The way she looks at me—like I’m one of the heroes in the books she loves, like I’m broken, and she wants to be the one to piece me back together—it only complicates things further. I’m nobody’s hero. But there’s no denying my tragic past reads like one of her favorite literary classics. It’s raw. Visceral. Captivating. And together, we’re a perfect mess. How can I resist when the sexual sparks zapping between us set me on fire? The need to control, and claim her force my walls to come tumbling down, but when she learns about my dirty little secret, will my world come crashing down with it?

    Until he showed up and saved me. THREE DAYS Since I threw a drink at the man my father expected me to marry, then found myself slammed against a wall with Penn Everett’s seductive voice whispering a proposal I couldn’t refuse. THREE HOURSTo fall into hate with the man who reminded me of so many things and hid so much behind his lies. He couldn’t be the man who saved me three years ago…but there’s something so familiar…THREE MINUTESFor our relationship to switch from no-strings to marriage. He announced it to my father—he’s ecstatic. He told my friends—they’re shocked. But he didn’t ask me, he commanded me—and I’m livid. THREE SECONDSFor his lies to slowly steal my heart and make me believe, hope…trust. THREE BREATHS For his truth to destroy me.