What's ice-cold but hotter than hell? Rebounding with your ex's older brother, of course. A perfect storm led me to this place. Ghosted by my fiance, I was suddenly broke, heartbroken and facing eviction. Enter Mason Leo, the six feet and two inches of pure muscle and arrogance I've hated with a passion since the day we met. The man is cocky, womanizing and ruinously gorgeous. Worse than that, he's my ex's brother. And for the next two weeks, he gets to do with me as he pleases. I'll explain. With both our exes-wait for it-set to marry each other in St. Lucia, I've agreed to let Mason pay my debts so long as I play his date. My only job is to keep my clothes on while I get my closure. Because as much as I hate Mason Leo, the man is a walking sex god. And in the name of revenge, he gets to take me out, show me off-dress, touch and kiss me with those wicked lips. It's all for show, but every night in paradise with him brings more drinks, more drama and another temptation, so no matter what I do, I can't stop reminding myself this: There's absolutely no good to come from f*cking my ex's brother. No matter how good it'll feel. Contains mature themes.
