Ava Reed

Aurora Crestwood has been in love with her best friend Liam for ten years. Ten years of being his shoulder to cry on, his late-night phone call, his emotional support through every breakup. Ten years of watching him chase the same toxic woman who keeps breaking his heart.

When Selena Beaumont announces her engagement to someone else, Aurora thinks she's finally free. But Liam has other plans. He wants to crash the wedding, make one last desperate play for the woman who's never truly wanted him. And he wants Aurora to help him do it.

Against her better judgment, she agrees. What she doesn't expect is to meet Kian Vance.

Liam's estranged brother is everything Liam isn't—dangerous, direct, and completely uninterested in playing games. He's also friends with the groom, which makes him the biggest threat to their sabotage plan. But when Kian looks at Aurora, he doesn't see Liam's reliable best friend. He sees a woman who's been hiding her true self for far too long.

"I'm going to steal her from you," Kian tells his brother with cold certainty.

When Kian proposes a wager—if the wedding falls apart, Aurora belongs to him—she should walk away. She should focus on helping Liam win the woman he's obsessed with. She should stick to being the good girl she's always been.

Instead, she shakes hands with the devil himself.

Now Aurora is caught between two brothers, a wedding that might not happen, and a dangerous man who sees right through her carefully constructed walls. Kian promises to show her what it means to be truly wanted, but his interest comes with a price.

As the wedding weekend spirals toward chaos, Aurora must decide: will she keep playing it safe, or will she finally embrace the fire she's been hiding?


Claimed By The Wrong Brother

I lounged in Julian's hotel suite, checking my watch for the third time in five minutes. The rehearsal dinner was scheduled to begin in an hour, and my friend was still fussing over his fiancée like a lovesick teenager.


"How do I look?" Selena twirled in front of Julian, her designer dress shimmering under the hotel lights. Her voice had that practiced vulnerability that made men like Julian melt. "I feel like it makes me look fat."


Julian's eyes widened in horror. "Baby, no! You look absolutely stunning."


I suppressed a snort. Selena Beaumont was many things—manipulative, cunning, ruthless—but fat wasn't one of them. The woman was model thin and knew it.


"You're just saying that," she pouted, playing her part to perfection.


I watched their little dance with detached amusement. Poor Julian. My friend was completely blind to the performance he was witnessing. Selena had him wrapped around her manicured finger, and he was too in love to see the truth.


A Pre-Wedding Charade