Author: Sabrina Paige
Series: Step Brother Romance #3
Release Date: June 2, 2015
Genre: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
More Info: Goodreads
You might think you've heard every story of forbidden love. But you haven't heard ours.Hendrix "Cannon" Cole is a damaged, sexy-as-hell ex-Marine. He's also my stepbrother.
I'm a country singer in the spotlight.
Our history is complicated. I used to hate him. Then I loved him. Then I hated him again.
When he joined the Marines five years ago, I thought he was gone forever.
Now he's back.
I have everything to lose. He has nothing left.
The heat between us is explosive.
And both of us may wind up getting burned.
Cover Model: Stephen Hughes-Landers
Photographer: Shauna Kruse, Kruse Images & Photography
Cover Artist: Cormar Covers
I can’t stop thinking about that prick.
Caulter Sterling is a prick.
A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick.
The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity.
I hate him.
He’s slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy.
Except for me.
I’m the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl.
And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever.
I lost my V-card to the devil himself.
It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit it.
Except I just found out that my father – the Senator, the Presidential hopeful – is marrying Caulter’s mother. Oh, and this summer? We’re hitting the campaign trail.
One big happy family.
I’m totally f**ked.
I call him “Tool” because he’s a d*ck.
Gaige O’Neal is nicknamed “Tool” because of what he’s packing. Rumor is that he’s well equipped.
He’s a cocky, entitled, insufferable a**hole who’s as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races.
It’s been four years since I’ve seen him. Four years ago, he was the bane of my existence. And my best friend, my biggest confidant, my first love.
It’s just my f**ing luck that the first time I see him in four years, he’s buried beneath three scantily clad blondes.
Now I’m stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasn’t affected the use of his tool.
The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just can’t help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he’s working with.