Love By Numbers 2

My three cocky stepbrothers love playing games…and I'm their new target. Parvati My mom's remarrying a billionaire. Which means I'm getting three arrogant, spoiled stepbrothers. Desperate to distract myself from the wedding, I cut loose the night before. And who better to do it with than Damien? A smooth-talking charmer with irresistible dimples and blue eyes. Too bad that Damien isn't just anyone, but one of my new stepbrothers! Worse, I've just spilled my guts to his identical twin, Dax. I should've noticed that despite his looks, Dax is nothing like his player twin Damien. Dax is the guy next door who knows how to do yard work and isn't a spoiled jerk. As if my humiliation wasn't bad enough their brother Daniel hears about my indiscretion. Who, by the way, is just as handsome as the other two. Quiet and brooding, Daniel's a leader. A man who takes charge. Why did I have to end up with three hot-as-sin stepbrothers? And why can't I control my inappropriate thoughts? I wish I could get out of the family's Hawaiian honeymoon. But there's no chance unless I tell my mom what I did - Which I would never. I vow to stay away from the brothers. But their shameless flirting makes it impossible. And my body is desperate for their touch. I know I shouldn't cross the line with them but my desires override logic. Soon, I discover that my actions have consequences I could never imagine. And the little game they have going just makes it worse. Does my taboo relationship with my three stepbrothers stand a chance or am I doomed?

I came back to write a song. Not to fall for five country stars who make me forget every promise I've made. After a brutal breakup with a powerful music producer who thought he owned everything-including me-I swore I'd never lose myself for a man again. Then my label sent me back to my hometown… To a ranch. To him. Ryder-my childhood crush, my one unforgettable night, my unfinished business. Now he's brooding, beautiful, and very much taken. Off-limits. Off the table. But the heat between us still simmers… and the tension is getting harder to ignore. And he's not the only one stirring something reckless inside me. The rest of his band? Rough. Talented. Magnetic in completely different ways. And far too tempting to resist. They flirt like they mean it. Touch like they've already imagined more. And somehow, each one pulls me deeper-until the idea of choosing feels impossible. I swore I was here for the music. But every glance, every brush of skin, every late-night lyric session blurs the line between collaboration and craving. He has a girlfriend. I have a life waiting in the city. And I was never supposed to want any of them- let alone all five. So why does this feel like the chorus I never want to end?