I met him on the shittiest day of my life.And being arrested for prostitution wasn't the worst part.Legend had it my new stepbrother was called Dynomite because, well, he spewed like a raging volcano.That only made me hate him more, thinking about his damned volcano. I loathed him and his arrogant vanity, his smug self-assurance. Dyno Drummond had no reason for vanity as far as I could tell. He was just an outlaw, a horse that couldn't be tamed, a down and dirty vaquero who dreamed of being a rodeo star.He busted his way into my life, my house, fucking everything that walked. Not me. I was Miss Squarepants, Head Bitch, holier-than-thou cheerleader who couldn't be touched. Dyno called me a Force-Me Queen. If only I knew what that meant.My football playing boyfriend was a brainless goon. My BFF coveted and loathed Dyno just as I did. Dyno's only friend was the alcoholic Native American, Sequoia, the kid on the fast track to nowhere.Seven years ago, the shit hit the fan. Dyno left, did a few tours as a SEAL, and came back different—decorated, mature. He thinks he's tough enough to rejoin the circuit and become a bareback bronc champ again. He thinks he can break me, too. Well, he's got another thing coming.I don't break easily.Bad cowboy.Go to my room.