The Men of Steel Series

They say don’t judge a book by its cover, but as an avid reader of those kinds of books—and a proud member of my mom’s book club—I know better. So when I laid eyes on a hot, tattooed, pierced bad boy with milk chocolate eyes and hair that begs to be tugged, I knew I was in trouble. The way he looks at me? Let’s just say, I haven’t felt this kind of heat since my last spicy read. It’s lust at first sight. But there’s one tiny problem. I’m a virgin. Okay, two problems. He’s my overprotective cousin’s best friend.

He said no more than three hookups. She only needed one.

Coming home from Italy should’ve been a reset, but my brothers went soft. They broke The Bro Code. Not the frat-boy kind. I’m talking Forever Steel rules: No attachments. No falling. No excuses. They needed to be reminded that kitties were to be pet, not possessed. Me? I’ve still got my priorities straight. Sex, ink, and zero strings. At least I did—until she walked into my tattoo shop with a southern drawl, soft curves, and a smile sweet enough to make a sinner beg. And this kittie, she has claws.

My brothers sold out. Fell in love. Settled down. Whatever. That’s not my story. I’m 100% Forever Steel, and music is my everything. I’ll write it, play it, and produce it my way—no labels, no rules, no emotional distractions. But then Momma Joe went rogue and hired a business assistant without asking me. I pick my battles, and this wasn’t gonna be one of them. She may think hiring the female version of a much younger Shaun White, would hold me back, but she’s wrong.