I was still grieving the loss of my mother when my dad announced he was getting remarried-and forgot to tell me his bride and her three sons were moving into our house. I hate Ares, Atlas, and Apollo. I've known them since we were kids. While I was the overweight, awkward girl, they were as gorgeous as the Greek gods they were named after. They are used to women falling at their feet.
But I'm not blinded by their looks and charm. So when they start flirting with me, I immediately distrust them. I know they're trying to get closer to me to uncover a secret from the past. A secret that brought them back into my life.
A secret that could destroy my family. But as these men turn my life upside down, I'm becoming addicted to how they make me feel. I just have to remember one thing... They are the enemy.