Three Bells, Two Bows and One Brother's Best Friend (Holiday Brothers, #2)

by Willa Nash

Stella Marten was one of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen. And my best friend’s sister. I don’t get to think she’s beautiful. I’d been reminding myself that for years.

It was like a lightbulb had turned on. Stella wasn’t Stella, my friend’s little sister and the tagalong. Stella was Stella. Beautiful. Smart. Charming. Sexy. I liked Stella.

Talking to her was like talking to my oldest friend. She knew me, understood me, arguably better than anyone else, including her brother. Stella was more insightful. Maybe it was just a female thing, but she asked the questions guys didn’t often ask.

She was off-limits. Why did that make me want her even more? Of all the women in the world, why was Stella the one who tempted me? Maybe she was right. I was cursed.