Wicked Hot Medicine: Boston's Elite

Vengeance never tasted
as sweet as it did on Hope Ericson’s skin.

Sleeping with my
rival's wife was an opportunity I couldn't refuse.

Except, it turned out
she wasn’t his wife—she was his sister.

Oh, the irony. It made
it that much sweeter.

Unfortunately, Hope was
well aware of my rift with her brother and when she realized what my intentions
were, she didn’t appreciate being a pawn in my game.

Then the sassy spitfire
turned the tables on me.

I didn’t see it coming.

This isn’t a book about enemies to
lovers. It’s about enemies with benefits, until the line between enemy and
lover gets blurred.