My mother is getting remarried and I was originally thrilled.
Not only was I getting a new stepfather, but I’m getting a stepbrother too.
My enthusiasm left when I saw Tanner Lawson walk into the room.
He’s my new stepbrother.
My new filthy-mouthed, dirty-talking, obsessed-with-me stepbrother.
I’ve always been a good girl. Responsible, honest, and mature beyond my years.
But my tattoo-covered, rule-breaking stepbrother is bringing out a new side of me.
He’s impossible to ignore.
He knows how to push every button I have.
The good and the bad ones.
He says we’re family now and we have to share everything.
This is so wrong.
It’s so filthy.
But why does it feel so good?