Dakota wasn't exactly happy when her mother told her she was getting married again. Even less so when she had to move into her wealthy stepfather's house, but she kept her mouth shut. Her mother deserved a second chance after her father's death. She convinced herself that things were going to be fine and that she would have a fabulous new life. That is, until she accidentally walks in on her stepbrother while he's having sex with a blonde with large breasts.  To make matters worse, her new brother seems to hate her, and making her life miserable tops his to-do list. From bothering her by stealing her underwear to preventing her from getting along with the guy she likes, Lucke can't leave her alone. Dakota is constantly trying to fend him off, until she realizes that the two of them have much more in common than she imagined.  Just when she falls into her stepbrother's arms, tragedy strikes hard. It sends her to the other side of the country and leaves Lucke alone again.  What will happen when they reunite two years later? And what will happen when Lucke finally reveals the dark secret he's been keeping for years? Will they still be able to love each other, or is their story destined for anything but a happy ending?

Dear Wicked Boss, Have you seen those short, chubby bosses with bad breath? It’s such a shame you don’t look like that, because hating you would be so much easier. I’ve had to endure your nonsensical orders, your bad temper, and your constant snide remarks. You never manage to say “good morning,” “please,” or even a simple “thank you.” But no, you have to be a Greek God, with that delicious, perfect body (I know because I caught a glimpse when I once brought you that energy drink at the gym).  You're such a sexy, irresistible man that even a reserved woman like me, who was only engaged until recently, ends up wetting her panties. You’re also an arrogant, cold, womanizer, and unfriendly boss. But oh, how I’d love to screw you! I wish you’d press my body against the huge window in your office and take me from behind as we looked out over all of New York at our feet.  Bah! I’m talking nonsense. I don’t want to be just another name on your endless list. Or do I? P.S. I’m only saying this because I’m drunk, and I know this email will never get sent.