Nuts for Snow White

From hot Las Vegas to cold England? Easy! Mom won the jackpot—she married a rich viscount. Now we live in an old manor house, meet new snooty relatives, and eat oatmeal. Boredom. Monotony. Despondency. But everything changes on New Year’s Eve: a masquerade ball, me—a girl with appetizing curves—dressed as a modest Snow White. There were three of them. Too bold, too pushy, and insanely sexy. My stepbrothers. I’ll burn in hell for my sin. For this triple insane sin. But it’s worth it. Contains profanity.