Forbidden Games

I met my worst enemy when I was fifteen years old. Except Tristan Quinn is also my dad's new wife's son. And that makes him my stepbrother. It's been war since day one. And we've never had to spend two months under the same roof until now.
At eighteen, the king of morons has come back from boarding school where he was sent away a few years ago. With his diploma in hand, his eyes bluer than ever and that unbearable smile I want to smack off his handsome face. Or kiss to shut him up.