TROUBLE

I met Nicholas after my mom dragged me halfway across the country, to New Orleans, after she eloped with his dad and presented it as a fait accompli. I was expecting to meet a dork, not an adonis. I wasn’t happy about the move, or my new living arrangements. I missed California and all of my friends back in LA. And now I also had to deal with an unexpected and unwanted attraction to my new step brother. Great.

I met Alyshia when she showed up on my doorstep with her mom, my dad’s new wife. She was barely dressed in a tiny skirt and sky high heels - my own personal angel, strutting down the sidewalk that had become her own personal runway. The blood that occupied my brain made a mad rush south, turning me into a complete idiot. What can I say? I am a guy, and she was abso-freaking-lutely gorgeous. Open mouth, insert foot.

We have two weeks alone, just the two of us, while our parents go on a romantic cruise for their honeymoon. Judging by the sparks between us, anything can happen. This is Trouble with a capital T.