I didn’t know I had three ripped, gorgeous stepbrothers until I’d already crossed the mind-blowing line.
A sexy photoshoot is not supposed to end with the model showing me all of his best positions. Especially not so soon after my break up. After what my ex did, I’ve concluded that men aren’t worth my time or trust.
Except Mason is fun and sexy as hell. When he smiles, his dimples and blue eyes melt a little bit of the ice inside me, and when he takes his shirt off, well damn! I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more sculpted body in real life. I resist his flirtation until I’ve had a few drinks. Then my body silences my brain. It tells me that it’s time to have some fun.
And it is. Oh, it is. More fun than I’ve ever had. More than I actually think I can bear.
But when I wake, Mason is gone, and I’m feeling sore in more ways than one. I bury the ache in my heart and head to my mom’s beach house for brunch and to meet my stepbrothers for the first time.
Coming face to face with Mason over coffee and bacon is humiliating enough. Finding out he’s an identical triplet and that there are now three sexy alpha-holes to avoid is three times the misery.
It’s easy to think the worst of them, but Miller is as perceptive as he is gorgeous, and Max, with his tattoos and piercings, shows me just how protective a man can be.
They warm my heart and show me that there’s so much more to relationships than heartache until trouble rears its ugly head, and everything falls apart.