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.