About the book
The O’Connor family wasn’t known for their suits or manicures, and the youngest of the bunch, Brandon, acted like he’d never hung up an item of clothing in his life. She straightened up in her chair, her warm brown eyes widening and then lowering into a sultry gaze. “Rico, hi,” Sol breathed, smiling upward. What strange magic did this complicated, fascinating woman possess? It was hard to see what was happening and who was getting the upper hand, until Bran ended up on top, the other guy facedown with his hands trapped.