He’s Mr. Wrong in every possible way—so why the hell won't he go away?

There are two things I hate—cheaters and liars.
But what I hate more? Robert “the asshat” Vandercline.

He’s everything wrong with the world:
Privileged. Entitled (literally). Disgustingly rich.
And so damn gorgeous it hurts to look away.

He’s everything my mami warned me about—

Smooth, smug, and bad news with a capital B.

Still—the whole damn town loves him and his ridiculously sexy accent.
Add in that his sister Emery just became our newest resident—and who I absolutely adore—and suddenly, he’s all anyone can talk about.

Unfortunately for me?
The kick to the balls I sent his way wasn’t enough to scare him off.

I warned him to leave. He pretends not to hear me.

I say—emphatically—I’m not interested.

The jerk buys my building instead.

I could move.

But mami didn’t raise a quitter—and I’ll do anything to get my place back.

Even play the playboy at his own game.

So I’ll date him.

I’ll even break him.

But I absolutely will not fall for him.

He’ll get a taste of his own medicine.

I’ll ruin him, and he’ll bolt out of Redding Cove faster than his private jet—while I’m holding the deed.

Easy…

Right?