Steele by Trent Jordan

I always get my way. And she’s next.
At first, I wanted nothing to do with Elizabeth Rogers.
Too combative. Too rich. Too smart.
Not to mention the sister of my ex.
But the more I saw her, the more I had to have her.
Those curves.
Those eyes.
That fiery spirit.
When I say I want something, I get it.
And at this point, I want Elizabeth Rogers.
The only question is how I’ll get her.
But the how doesn’t really matter.
Because in the end, I always win.