Maybe there’s one of us in every family.  
The guy who scorns all the rules.  
The guy who shuns expectations.  
The guy most commonly known as the ultimate villain in a cultish self help movement.
On the other hand, perhaps we’re not as common as I thought.  
But so what if I’m never anyone’s hero? 
At least I’m a good brother. That is the one thing I manage to get right.  So when my big sister is abandoned by her prick of a husband, leaving her and her four kids alone a week before Christmas, I don’t hesitate to head home.  
To my surprise, I’m not the only one who shows up.  
Katrina has always been my sister’s best friend.  She’s headstrong and hot. She’s neurotic and sexy.  She belts out old power ballads with horrible, tuneless abandon and her hair always smells like vanilla cookie batter. 
We have a long history of being at odds and she’s never appreciated my natural talent for getting under her skin.  
And then there was the time when we accidentally got naked together…
There might have been some post-wedding horniness involved.  
Combined with antique furniture abuse.  
Along with a creative application of lemon buttercream. 
It’s kind of a forbidden topic.  
Now, nearly a decade later, it’s possible I’m still using that memory to get off once or twice or twelve times a month.     
Katrina never knew that back in the day she was the one girl who really got to me.  
In the spirit of the holidays I’ve decided it’s time to settle the score.   
She already thinks I’m not one of the good guys.  
She also realizes I’ve got something she wants for Christmas.  
All she has to do is swallow her high maintenance pride and ask nicely.  
I can guarantee she’ll get more than she ever bargained for…  
  
*SYLER MCKNIGHT is a complete stand alone with:
·       Small town quirkiness
·       Enemies to Lovers (with majorly hot hate sex)
·       A sarcastic flannel-shirt-wearing anti-hero