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He's my brother’s best friend. His teammate. The one man I can’t have.

Scandal should be synonymous with Washington DC. I would know; I'm an intern on Capitol Hill. But I fall for a man even more dangerous than a politician. I fall for Luke, an underground-boxer-turned-entrepreneur. With cool green eyes, tightly coiled muscles, and split knuckles, Luke stands out against the backdrop of crisp suits and polished shoes. He's jaded, closed-off, and impossible to read. He's also gorgeous, determined, and loyal to a fault. But Luke has a secret, one with compromised allegiances and a dangerous outcome.

They say time heals all wounds. They lie. Especially my brother's best friend, Zack. Because my brother is dead, and that's a wound that will never heal. I'm dealing the best I can, numbing my pain with alcohol and sex of the random variety. Until Zack literally runs into me on Boathouse Row in Philadelphia and takes matters into his own hands. He intervenes in my life and offers a new coping strategy: himself.

I'm a 21-year-old virgin, and I'm enamored with Lorenzo Barca. He's an arrogant, unapologetic, sexy-as-sin, Italian race-car driver who always gets what he wants. And he wants me underneath him. Or, at the very least, in the passenger seat of his Maserati. Unrelenting, Lorenzo crushes my excuses to remain detached from everything he makes me feel. Instead, I fall in love - in a passionate, intense, bold kind of way. Lorenzo ruins it by discovering a secret that leads us down a dark, twisted, and dangerous path.

When I was twenty-one, I fell in love with Aaron Anderson. The hot Scot with cerulean eyes kissed me senseless under a starry Tennessee sky and made me believe in happily-ever-after. Until he returned to Edinburgh without me, spurring my heartache into music. Since Aaron, I've transformed from a Nashville songwriter into a country artist, catapulting my career into a nationwide sensation. But a dream career like mine has a dark side.

There's only one thing harder than sharing office space with Finn Anderson: keeping my mind off him. Weeks ago, he kissed me senseless and walked away. But my best friend's cousin is back—and worse? He's one of the only people I know in Edinburgh. With his seductive Scottish accent and alluring blue eyes, one look from Finn sets my heart racing. Exchanging playful quips at office happy hours and smoldering glances through conference room doors proves that our chemistry is undeniable. Our connection, irrefutable.