Syler McKnight

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 lousy cheating husband, 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 night we accidentally hooked up…
A totally unplanned midnight encounter.
Combined with antique furniture abuse.
Along with a creative application of lemon buttercream.
It’s kind of a forbidden topic.
Nearly a decade later, it’s possible I still get off over that memory.
Katrina never knew that back in the day she was the one girl who really got to me.
In the spirit of the season I’ve decided it’s time to settle the score.
She already thinks I’m not one of the good guys.
In fact she hates my guts.
But she realizes I’ve got something she wants.
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…