I can't stop thinking about that prick. Caulter Sterling is a prick. A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick. The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity. I hate him. He's slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy. Except for me. I'm the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl. And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever. I lost my V-card to the devil himself. It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit it. Except I just found out that my father - the Senator, the Presidential hopeful - is marrying Caulter's mother. Oh, and this summer? We're hitting the campaign trail. One big happy family. I'm totally f\\ked.

I'm marrying a dirty, arrogant prick...and I'm having his baby. Caulter Sterling is the tattooed, pierced bad boy I used to hate. Now, he's cockier and filthier than ever. And now that I'm knocked up, this bad boy can't keep his hands off me. It's going to be a very dirty wedding. What could possibly go wrong when you combine a crazy ex, a celebrity mother, paparazzi, and a runaway ring-bearing monkey? Did I mention the bride in labor? I'm totally screwed. 35,000 word

I call him “Tool” because he’s a dick. Gaige O’Neal is nicknamed “Tool” because of what he’s packing. Rumor is, he’s well equipped. I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had the pleasure. He’s a cocky, entitled, insufferable a\\hole who’s as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races. He’s also my stepbrother. Lucky me. It’s been four years since I’ve seen him. Four years since he’s made me so frustrated I could scream. Four years since he’s given me that look, the one that makes me instantly wet. So it’s just f\\ing fitting that the first time I see him in four years, he’s buried beneath three scantily clad blondes. Now I’m stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasn’t affected the use of his tool. The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just can’t help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he's working with.

Hendrix "Cannon" Cole is a major D\ck. That's D\ck with a capital D. He's nicknamed "Cannon" because of the weapon between his legs. He's damaged, dirty, and demanding. A sexy-as-f\*ck ex-Marine. My stepbrother. I used to hate him. Then I loved him. Then I hated him again. Our history is complicated. But my family thinks he's the perfect solution to my problem. A scandal has thrown me into the limelight, and I'll be screwed if I don't stay on the straight and narrow. Now, Hendrix's new job is making sure I behave. What I didn't count on was being stuck spending every waking moment with him. The heat between us is explosive. But if he fires that cannon, we'll both get burned. \\This is a standalone novel with a HEA\\