I was the quietest, most invisible scholarship student on campus.
But no one knew that every night at midnight, I became “Midnight Lily,” the host of a romance podcast where I recorded my wildest, most forbidden fantasies.
Then one day, I hit send by mistake.
The private fantasy I’d written about my crush went straight to Cole, the most dangerous hockey captain on campus.
He listened to the whole thing. Worse, he recognized my voice.
I thought that was the most humiliating moment of my life.
Then that same night, Mom took me to move into her new husband’s house.
The door opened. Cole was standing there with his headphones on, listening to my recording.
Then he smiled and told me that from now on, he was my stepbrother.
And it got worse.
To keep my identity as “Midnight Lily” secret, I had no choice but to co-host a campus dating show with him for six weeks.
Our very first live show turned into a full-on fight in front of the entire school.
I called him a psycho. He called me “Little Host.”
Then we realized the mic was still on.
By the next morning, the entire campus was shipping us.
What they didn’t know was that the bad boy who spent all day making me blush slept right next door to me every night.
