“Deft plotting and a hair-raising finale elevate this pulse-pounding tale.”—Publishers Weekly
“I loved this book.”—A Crazy Vermonter’s Book Reviews
“A fun and entertaining story . . . I can’t wait to read more books in this series.”—Cocktails & Books
“Hey,” I squealed, waving my hand in the air. I was so happy my brother would finally get to meet Jack. He walked toward me with a smile, but when he caught sight of Jack, that smile turned into an all-out heated glare. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he growled, quickening his pace. Jack froze and gripped my arm, grumbling, “Shit,” before pulling me around to face him. “Bristol, listen to me. This isn’t how I wanted you to find out.” Everything was happening so fast, I didn’t know what to think. “Find out what?” I asked desperately. Before he could reply, Ryan ripped me out of Jack’s hold and pushed him away. Jaw tense, Jack was ready to fight, but I couldn’t let that happen. “Ryan, stop!” I shouted, digging my nails in his shoulder. Jerking his head around, he glared straight at me. “Do you even know who this cocksucker is? He’s playing you to get back at me.” I threw my hands in the air. “What the hell are you talking about? How do you even know him?” Jack’s eyes never left mine, the anguish on his face making me sicker by the second. I had a feeling I wasn’t going to like what came out of Ryan’s mouth. He scoffed incredulously and spat at Jack. “He’s Jaxon fucking Reed, the asshole on the team I’ve been telling you about. Don’t tell me you didn’t know?” Jack stepped forward, but then again, that wasn’t his name. It was Jaxon Reed.