My family’s empty beach house, my older brother’s best friend, and a long, hot summer ahead…
I thought I’d be spending my summer all alone at the beach house, writing a new book with the perfect backdrop. No family, no distractions, and definitely no long-buried crushes popping up out of nowhere to strut around all sweaty and gorgeous.
It wouldn’t be so bad if most of the house weren’t under renovation, leaving us with just one bedroom to share… and, of course, just the one bed. I’ve written enough smutty romance novels to know we only have one choice. We’re going to have to bang. Just once, to get it out of our systems.
I don’t make the rules, but I’ll happily follow them. I just hope my brother isn’t too mad when he finds out how we’re spending our summer…
