It’s been a hard transition for him. At times I know he felt awkward settling back into my world. He’s kept nothing apart from clothes and sundries from the time we were apart. His dad hasn’t been in touch and I know Brandon is relieved. My dad on the other hand couldn’t be happier. Don’t get me wrong, it was a shock at first. But he loves us both and can see how happy we are together.
In the beginning it was a mix of tragedy – the death of my mother – and the new love between our parents that brought us together. More tragedy was responsible for us being driven apart. I often wonder whether we would have found each other again if Adam hadn’t called me that day. The string of circumstances that put me back in Brandon’s life seem too long and tenuous to contemplate.
I stand watching as my stepbrother presses his nose against the barrier encircling the wombats, so like his ten year old self I am almost transported back in time. He turns and beckons me closer and I stand with him, shoulder to shoulder, to watch the ridiculous brown furry creatures amble around. I watch him and am so damn proud of the man I have by my side. He’s back in school, determined to get the qualifications he needs to do the things he loves. He sold his apartment and has used the money his mom left him to fund his education. It’s his way out of a bad place and I’m just happy for the change. He’s told me some about what his life was like but he prefers that I don’t get involved. He hasn’t been in touch with Adam and I don’t ask him about it. He talks when he needs to. I love him for every flaw, because they made him stronger. I know he still carries a gun just in case, but not in Australia. Here we are free to be kids again, and, as he tugs me over to where we can line up to hold the wombat, I giggle and hug him tight.
“We did it, Bran,” I say smiling. “Sammie and Bran Bran, friends forever.” He kisses me and reaches down to hold my left hand, fingering the thin wedding band that had been his mother’s.
“Yeah, baby,” he says, his broad smile creasing the corners of his beautiful lake colored eyes. “We did it.”
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FIERCED: A Stepbrother Romance (Stepbrother Raider Book 1)
I hate him.
He’s a prick and an arrogant bastard.
Romeo? Rocco? Does he even know what his name is?
A massive tattooed biker with mud on his boots emerging from my father, the Ambassador’s office like he owns the joint. I had to confront him.
But when I question his motives, he pins me to the wall.
Since then I haven’t been able to get those enveloping powerful arms out of my every thought.
Part 1 of the stepbrother Raider Serial is 14,000 words with a pretty steep cliffy. Enjoy!
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Here’s an excerpt…
“Bossy aren’t you for such a little thing?” He lifts the pictures above his head and snaps them out of my reach each time I leap to retrieve them from his fingers, like a dog jumping on its hind legs for a snack. I have never felt so awkwardly gawky as I do around this guy.
“Give it back. Those are mine actually.” Fuck I sound like Ms Priss. The furthest thing from the hip artist chick I really wanna be.
“Whoa, Principessa does daddy know what subject matter you’re shooting in the name of art? Who’s the lucky guy?”
“Of course he knows you idiot. It’s art. He’s a model.” And a pretty hot one. Does this uncultured heathen think he can critique? Of course he does - he’s so cocky he knows it all.
“Nice work if you can get it I guess. Sitting around naked all day in the name of posing for cute angry women who hate men.”
I go to snatch the folder again from his hand as he flashes through, making ‘whoa’ and ‘Jeez’ type comments as the close-ups of Luca become more intimate. He flips it just out of my reach again with a roaring laugh.
“At least I have work I love to do,” I screech. “What have you done today aside from riding your bike through a sand pit?”
“Ooh, low blow Principessa. Don’t hurt me so bad. Does it show that I just rode my G/S across the Sahara?”
“Yeah, right. Is that the one close to Naples?”
What is with this guy. He’s the most in-your-face irritating guy I’ve ever met. Although my heart does that little skippy thing when he calls me cute. He thinks I’m cute. Is that a sexy Jennifer Lawrence kind of cute or Little Orphan Annie cute?
“And then we have some tourist shots in the plazas of Rome. Is this what they’re teaching you is art at the Accademia?”
He’s looking intently at a boring shot of an arched walkway, ruined by a couple of characters talking in the far vault. I can tell he thinks my photos are staid and boring. And before I have a chance to question how the hell he knows I’m attending the Accademia dell’ Arte, my foot has lifted from the marble floor and connected with his shin.
“Argh, feisty little she-wolf aren’t you?”
He laughs like a growling bear as his arms fold around me and I whip away from his hold so when he clasps me into the solid bows of muscle, my back is pressed hard into to his chest. His biceps bulge as they squeeze tight around my torso, pinning my arms where I’m struggling to lash out at him again. I know how the bulls in the ring feel, the rage, the hurt. The need to trample all over everything in their path. It’s so unfair.
Except his forearms are pressing into my peaks and making my nipples bulge equally hard into his firm flesh, begging for more direct attention. My filthy mind goes to his bulky hand and how it would be bliss if only his thick fingers would tug and roll the hard bullets in their brusque grip. The idea sends shards of hunger from my breasts straight to my clit.
The pulsations rolling through my core leave me struggling for breath.
Yeugh. A complete stranger and a prick to boot. I must be desperate to be fantasizing being taken by this pig right here in the hall of the embassy. With a flick of my heel behind, I kick his shin again which I know hurts me more than him.
“Don’t tickle me so hard, Principessa,” he growls into the back of my ear. His hot breath sparks the side of my neck and makes me shiver as he slams me against the wall face first, impeding our collision with his solid palm. “Now calm down there bucking bronco or I’m gonna have to tame you for real.”
“My father will kill you when I tell him about this.”
I feel like a total fool imagining that my little boot would even garnish a whimper from this solid bulk of testosterone. Maybe if I could turn around and get a shot with my knee right between his burly thighs. I twist my neck slightly and the connection of the sensitive tendons with his rough chin makes me tremble inside.
“Whatev, Principessa. I ain’t afraid of Pappy,” his burr of sandpaper tantalizes my skin. He squeezes me tighter in his solid grasp as I writhe, trying to wring my body around to face him. My breasts pouring over his iron limbs.
“You should be very afraid. He’s a powerful man. He’ll make you sorry.” I’m panting and gasping as though we’re in the full throes of passionate sex.
“Like I said, I ain’t shitting myself over your old man. You gonna calm down or am I gonna have to do something I might enjoy?” His words fall into my ear like a caress. His entire rock wall shield of chest is pressed into my back and his thick thigh is pressed i
nto the crevasse between mine, cramming them apart.
It’s pointless to flail against his hold, I’m a flyweight to his superheavy and in truth I don’t want to separate from him yet. Every pore is making my skin shiver with the need to feel him compressed into me like this only from a different angle. The need to be crushed under him and feel him push into my prickling flesh is beyond endurance. My pussy is twanging at my core, demanding this tough tyrant’s invasion.
“Fuck, you’ve got more spitfire in you than World War fucking two. What in hell are you so angry about?” He barks against my quivering tendon.
“I hate you and it’s none of your fucking business.”
“Whatever it is you should use your rage for something creative before it eats you alive.”
“Yeah thanks for that sage advice but I already have a father.”
“Just saying, Principessa. ‘Cos you know, been there done it.”
FADE BACK – A STEPBROTHER ROMANCE NOVELLA
Any way you slice it, Becka Treadway is one hell of a sexy girl, drawing stares wherever she goes. Eager to complete her looks with a daring tattoo, she hurries on perfectly sculpted legs to her appointment at the tattoo shop, unaware of the surprise that awaits her there.
The popular and gorgeous Becka lives her life to the fullest these days. Glad her days as a computer geek are in the past, she has embraced her new lifestyle to the extreme. Partying is the name of the game for her now, at the club where she works as a promoter, and where everyone loves her.
A perfect life for a perfect girl. Well, it would be except lately, it seems she’s missing out on something, the end of each day leaving her feeling empty. She can’t pinpoint what’s bugging her, though, and she’ll never admit she’s anything less than happy. In an attempt at vamping up her image, hoping it will brighten up her days and nights as well, she decides to get a tattoo, since that’s what all of the cool girls at the club do.
That’s how she meets Fitz Dixon, a renowned tattoo artist, and for the first time in months, it feels like she’s met someone real. Becka can’t stop falling for him, and she can’t help herself from smiling all the time now, the stupid drugged smile of a girl falling hard for possibly the first real man she’s ever met.
Fitz, though, is hesitant to jump into things initially, but the two can’t resist each other and dive head first into a whirlwind romance, hearts bared and arms open. However, after their first date, Becka finds something on Fitz’s phone that stops her cold and makes her bolt from his place without an explanation.
That’s how it should have ended. But crazy in love doesn’t always lead a girl to do the wise thing. After much turmoil and soul-searching, Becka knows that she wants Fitz back, and that she’s going to give it everything she can to make things work with the low-voiced drifter who sees life in such bright colors, burning with a fire that warms Becka’s very soul. Their hardship defines their love, and neither Becka nor Fitz wouldn’t diminish it for all the world.
Fade Back is a 30K word steamy stepbrother novella, with scorching adult scenes and a happily-ever-after. No cliffhanger.
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