Maeve
A Wilson wins or dies trying. My father drilled that into me before I could spell “inheritance.” Nothing—and no one—gets between us and victory.
Which is why Pierce St. James is a problem.
Once my closest friend, now my fiercest rival, he’s the only person alive capable of matching me move for move… and the one man I absolutely cannot lose to. Only one of us can win. And I’ll burn the entire city to the ground before I let it be him.
Our arrangement is simple. Temporary. No strings. A pressure valve that lets me focus on what’s actually important: winning. Good thing I’ve yet to meet a challenge I couldn’t master—or a game I couldn’t win.
Pierce
I don’t do forever. Hell, I barely do brunch.
But Maeve Wilson? She’s not a woman—she’s a shark in red lipstick. Gorgeous. Brilliant. Lethal. And absolutely the last person I should let anywhere near my bed… or my heart.
We’re locked in a battle where only one of us can win, and the other gets exiled. But the longer we circle each other, the deeper we sink, and the harder it is to pretend she’s just my rival. And if I’m not careful, I’ll lose more than the game.
I’ll lose her.
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