Love is definitely not for sale.

Mia Russo

I was born to cause men pain. From the moment I popped out, kicking and screaming, and my own father cut his finger attempting to snip my umbilical cord.

Since then, there's never been a man I couldn't topple. Certainly not in the world of high-end, luxury real estate where I've made a name for myself.

Until my sister, Natalia, called in a favor.

Find a home for Angelo Duran. Her pain in the ass brother-in-law, with his Bronx-born accent and blue-collar discipline. He may very well be the worst man I've ever had the displeasure of knowing. The brief stint together in our siblings' wedding party proved that. Plus, Angelo is nothing like my normal clientele of cushy billionaires and trust fund royalty.

If I can find the man I hate the most, the home of his dreams, I can do anything.

Angelo Duran

After closing the doors on the contracting business that was my father's life's work in New York, I expected moving down to Florida might be the perfect change of pace.

Holy shit, I was wrong. Not only did I go from making my own rules to working for my militant older brother, Mateo; my parents only gave me one month of staying in their spare room to find a new place to live.

Now, I'm stuck at the whims of Mia Russo. The most pompous brat of a woman I've ever dealt with. A real, silver spoon rich girl, who's never struggled a day in her life. Our brief, regretful history from a weekend of loose inhibitions in Vegas makes the arrangement so much more painfully awkward.

Regardless, the only woman I've ever taken orders from is my mother. It's going to stay that way.