About This Book
Grief comes in many forms. There is no right or wrong way to grieve... Right? Except, what if you douse that grief with sex in ways so culturally unacceptable you leave it to a veritable male harem led by the porn-star brother of your fiancé to decide if you'll emerge from the jungle intact? It wasn't a problem to be the only girl in a house full of guys. Until my fiancé died and his identical twin took over the roost. Sweet, easygoing Julian passed, while loathsome, bossy Luka, who pays his way through med school by getting his dick wet on film, is still alive. What kind of twisted reality is this? Now, Luka's on a mission to fix both of our grief. Like I'd ever accept anything from him. He doesn't understand that gorgeous and sexy mean nothing if you're a promiscuous jerk. If only the nights didn't destroy me. They're painful and long and empty, until, on a Monday night, my insomnia attracts Diego. That Tuesday, it attracts Lenny. Next, it's Marlon, James, Nathaniel, and on Saturday, it's Connor. By Sunday night, I get the picture. This is Luka doing what Luka does: solve problems with sex. His remote-controlled comfort leaves me in our roommates' arms six of seven nights. On Sunday, there's only one man left in the house. There's no way in hell I'm opening my door—or my heart—to a porn star.
