Ronan

It’s not that I like being single. I’d love to be swept off my feet just as much as the next girl, but my problem is I want unattainable men. Nightbreed is an enigma I can’t shake. With his chiseled abs and masked thirst traps online, he’s everything I think I want in a man. The only problem? He doesn’t know I exist. With hundreds of thousands of followers, I’m only one tiny fish in an ocean of unhinged women who want his attention, so when he posts a contest with a personalized FaceTime call being the prize, there’s no part of me that thinks I’ll win. But I can be more unhinged than people think.
And then there’s Ronan, my hotter-than-hell step-brother. Though I have no idea what his body looks like these days because he stays covered up, he’s the reason I find myself thirsting over masktok in the first place. No guy I’ve ever met in person has held a candle to him. He’s strong, powerful, and protective in ways most men can only dream of.
So no, I don’t want to be single anymore, I just can’t have either of the men I want. But when secrets slip and masks come off, I’m not sure which man I’m falling for—or which one might destroy me first.