If she's going to risk it all to be bad, it better be good...
Ten years ago, Kaelin spent a hot, steamy summer home from college, hanging out secretly with her best friend’s younger brother, the town bad boy Tyler Wirth, and his best friend Nick. She thought she was falling in love until she walked in on Tyler, Nick and another girl in a shocking scene of ménage sex and bondage. That scene has haunted her safe, predictable life ever since.
The fallout from that night tore
’s life apart and he left Mapleglen in disgrace, disowned by his parents. He’s made a life for himself now in Tyler , with a successful advertising career and a unique and complicated relationship with Nick. Chicago
’s sister, Kaelin’s best friend, is getting married. The last thing Tyler wants to do is go home to Mapleglen, but his sister wants him there for her wedding. Kaelin doesn’t want to see Tyler or Nick again. Tension is high in the Wirth home, with undercurrents of secrets, sins and sex. But when Kaelin gets fed up with her good girl reputation and, in a crazy act of rebellion, spends one wicked night with Tyler and Nick, the web of secrets starts to unravel ― and none of their lives will ever be the same. Tyler
Tyler automatically lifted a hand to his smarting cheek and rubbed it, stunned into speechlessness. Kaelin stood there, big brown eyes wide, mouth in an O of horror. The chatter of the guests faded into silence, only the faint saxophone strains of the jazz CD playing quietly on the outdoor speakers drifting on the evening air.
Jesus fucking Christ. She did not just do that.
The two of them stared at each other, the air around them hot enough to burst into flames.
“Omigod,” she said. She closed her eyes. Opened them. “Omigod.”
She turned as if she was going to run, and he reached out and grabbed her upper arm. “Oh no you don’t,” he said through gritted teeth, heat still stinging his face.
“Tyler.” His mother appeared at his side and he became aware of everyone around them, gawking at them as if they were a car wreck on the freeway. Shit. He glanced at his mom, took in the tightening of her mouth, the snapping in her eyes. “What are you doing?” She hissed the words out quietly.
What was he doing? What the fuck? He was the one who just got decked!
Nick appeared now, too, calm, controlled. He looked back and forth between him and Kaelin.
“I am so sorry,” Kaelin whispered to Tyler’s mom. “I didn’t intend to cause a scene.”
Mom looked at Kaelin. “What did he say to you?”
Kaelin just stared back at her and shook her head. “It...it wasn’t his fault,” she finally stammered, shocking Tyler. His mom cast a look of disbelief his way. Of course it was his fault. It was always his fault.
“I’m outta here,” he muttered, trying to push his way past Nick. “Let’s go.”