They call us the devil twins.

A fallacy. An unfair assumption.

Well... mostly.

I'm Luke Hart—the older half of a pair of identical twin boys. And yeah, I might be the reason for the nickname, but I've never felt the need to clear my brother's name. Why ruin a good story with the truth?

Turns out, judges don't appreciate charm as much as I thought.

Despite my mom's best efforts, I've been slapped with a tidy little sentence.

Community service or jail time.

I've got until Christmas to finish the hours, or I'll be spending the holidays dodging mistletoe in the communal showers.

Simple plan: do the work, stay out of jail.

Easy. Straightforward.

Until Allyson Moore walks in.

Suddenly, court orders are the last thing on my mind.

Family friendships? Ignored.

Because I can't stop staring at Ally's hypnotic green eyes or her dark red hair—the exact shade of Snow White's poisoned apple.

And I'm dying to take a bite.

Ally's a rule-follower. A goodie-goodie.

She bends for no one.

Which makes her the ultimate challenge.

I want to see what's burning beneath that polished exterior.

I want her fire. Her attitude. Her truth.

Not the mask she wears so well.

This is a battle of wills.

My devil versus her obsession with perfection.

And let's be honest—rules were made to be broken.

Breaking them is how I met her in the first place.