Kinley
I swore I’d never go back. Never step foot in that house again as long as I lived. Eighteen years have passed, but the wounds are still raw, preventing me from having the life I want.
One phone call changed everything. My mother and stepfather are dead. I’m about to inherit millions. But that’s not the reason I’m driving to Maine in my old Honda, praying it doesn’t break down on the highway.
My twelve-year-old half sister is an orphan. I didn’t even know she existed. She needs me, and I’m willing to step in and be her legal guardian. But my stepfather’s will states I have to share custody with him.
My stepbrother.
The guy who tormented me for the entire six years I lived with him. He hates me. The feeling is mutual. How are we going to raise a child together when we can’t even coexist in the same room without throwing out insults?

Harland
I was content with my bachelor life in New York City. Who wouldn’t be? I had a trust fund, a Park Avenue penthouse, and a successful investment firm.
I’ve never met my half sister. I don’t know anything about kids. And I have to share custody with her.
My stepsister.
The daughter of my gold digging stepmother. I tormented Kinley until she finally ran away to live with her grandparents. Now, we’re stuck together in my ancestral home until the judge grants us permanent custody.