Rebel

I married my stepbrother.

Yeah, no one's more surprised than me. I can't stand him.

All I wanted was a quiet summer before starting college. Catch up on my books. Maybe get a summer job. Then "he" dropped into my life.

His name's Gavin Caldwell, and he's stupidly rich. Cocky. Arrogant. Ridiculously, panty-meltingly hot.

And he's parading around our bridal suite shirtless. Pantless.

He has no freaking shame, and I have to pretend to be in love with him.

I hate him.

So why can't I stop thinking about him?