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Anthony King. He'd always been such a jerk to Gabriella, doing everything within his power to make her life miserable, from the very day she and her mother moved into his father's house. For years, her stepbrother chased away every guy who displayed even a remote interest in her - he even went as far as to ruin her prom night! She hated him. When he'd enlisted in the Marines it was a relief, no more meddling in her personal life. And for those few years, she'd felt a smidgen of relief. But now he's back, even sexier than she remembered and intent on picking up where he'd left off - making her personal life miserable. This time, however, he's taunting her in very different ways....

When Major VanBuren approached me with a very special and highly classified assignment, I felt honored. I'd been waiting for a chance at a covert mission. Imagine my surprise when he hit me with the details - he wanted me to befriend his 18-year-old daughter, newly arrived in town and harboring a broken heart. My new "assignment" entailed becoming a glorified babysitter and her new BFF; I thought it was as honorable as being in charge of the cafeteria - complete bullsh*t if you ask me.

Nikki has spent countless nights fantasizing over one man, CIA agent and town hero Grant Rivers. Returning home from assignment for a brief visit, Grant takes her out for her 19th birthday - just the two of them - and she sees it as an opportunity. Ignoring the fact that her folks wouldn't approve of a romantic relationship between them she sets out to seduce the one man she's been forbidden to have, but has always wanted.

After a night of epic sex, he left a thank-you note on my night-side table! Imagine my surprise on moving day when I discover my one-night stand is now my new neighbor, Nate.

Since when did the procedure for giving someone a ticket for running a stop sign include a very hands-on pat-down against the hood of my car, not even giving me a chance to see his face? I swear, cop or not he was getting very close to getting Tasered; my hand was mere inches from the Taser in my open purse. But despite the high inappropriateness of his pat-down there was something very familiar about the way he was touching me and even the scent of his cologne triggered familiarity.

I accepted the contract even though I knew the subject of the hit. Years had passed and I no longer cared about anything - except for the money that would find its way into my bank account. The crosshairs settled on her body - a body I once knew intimately - and I felt nothing. I took up the slack on the trigger. Memories counted as nothing, as less than nothing. Three steps to the mark, two steps, one step.... And then the world turned upside down.