I despise Erik Wintertime. He’s arrogant and cruel-a man I wouldn’t desire on my most severe enemy-and by some twisted switch of fate, he’s my brand-new Olympic gymnastics trainer.

I’ve had to cope with gruff instructors in the past, but Erik can be far even worse. His stern demeanor suits a body built for intimidation, and his reprimands come from a mouth so cunning, I know it could strip me of my defenses-if I let it.

Though each of us would like to be rid of the other forever, we are bound to one another by need and necessity. I’m his rising star, his very best shot at showing himself to his critics. And with out a coach, I have zero potential for winning precious metal in Rio.

The simplest way forward would be to wave a white flag and make peace with the man I’ll be sharing close quarters with for the near future, but he’s intent on war.

Contains mature themes.