This book is part of a series. It contains homosexual relations, violence and coarse language. It is preceded by Russian Roulette. The wildly extended Santorno-Youngblood family is facing its biggest challenge ever. Not drug traffickers. Not power-hungry mob bosses. Not even murderous assassins. They’re dealing with… Teenagers. All those sweet, cute, cuddly, dependent toddlers have journeyed through childhood to become moody, cute, hormonal, independent teens. Longing looks. The dreaded ‘friends zone.’ Jealousy greener than Theo’s eyes. Stefan loves Phoebe, but can she trust him? Nico loves Tanner but is he too old for him? Hunter has feelings for his best friend Jensen but is his buddy even gay? Nikolai loves Colin and he’s not worried at all because he’ll get to kick some ass before he’s old enough to be legally responsible for the carnage. Thank goodness the dads have each other to lean on and vent with, and bad guys to kill (we lied about no traffickers and mob bosses). They made a pact long ago that what their kids did would not affect their friendships—but they might well drown in the tears that are shed. Take teen drama, inconvenient bodily responses, confused hearts, and insecurity; mix in skanky troublemakers, kidnappers, misunderstandings, and pride and you have one big, soapy, bubbling pot of what it means to grow up Santorno.