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Brogan Six’s fan mail has been filling my mailbox for weeks. With every lipstick covered letter I receive, my irritation with him grows. And let’s not talk about the time I accidentally opened one of the packages to find someone had sent him their panties. Gross. When I come face-to-face with my new nemesis, I expect to give him a piece of my mind and we’ll go our separate ways. Me to an empty mailbox and him to sift through his panty collection. That is not what happens.

From the moment she fell out of the tree in his backyard, ruining his eighth birthday party, Genesis Stoll had been Kye Levine’s best friend. The one person he knew would be there no matter what. She was his escape, his sunshine when the darkness in his world got too deep. When he had her to run to, he knew no matter how twisted his life got, she would remind him who he was. He would never lose himself. She wouldn’t let him. Genesis had loved Kye most of their life; in a way, she knew Kye didn’t reciprocate.

When a dangerous driving charge gets me put in a fancy rehab for rich kids and socialites, I intended to do my time and then leave. I was going to leave behind the sports star who was addicted to uppers, the coke-head lawyers, and the space cadets. I was going to leave behind him. Hendrick Kenley. Bored, listless, and filthy, dirty rich. If there was a waste of oxygen, it was him. My only goal was to avoid him and his beautifully cruel smirk until my time at the Wellness Center was over. I’d get lost in books and the view of the ocean, and then I’d go back to my life.

When Reyes Moreno is forced to come back to his childhood town after being exiled for twenty-one years, the last thing he’s expecting is to be dragged into a murder to clear his brother’s name. Much less is he expecting to have to solve it with his old high school friend-turned-enemy, Zachary Becker. Determined to prove his brother’s innocence, Reyes tries to ignore the ghosts of his past that are determined to haunt him. More importantly, he’s trying to ignore that old flame that, even after two decades, still burns brightly for his arch enemy.

When a dangerous driving charge gets me put in a fancy rehab for rich kids and socialites, I intended to do my time and then leave. I was going to leave behind the sports star who was addicted to uppers, the coke-head lawyers, and the space cadets. I was going to leave behind him. Hendrick Kenley. Bored, listless, and filthy, dirty rich. If there was a waste of oxygen, it was him. My only goal was to avoid him and his beautifully cruel smirk until my time at the Wellness Center was over. I’d get lost in books and the view of the ocean, and then I’d go back to my life.