The rest of the drive continues in silence. When we finally make it inside the cottage, I toe off my heels and sigh in relief. Connor stalks into the kitchen, shrugging off his blazer and slinging it over a kitchen chair. He pours some water from the tap, glaring at me over the lip of the glass as he drinks.
“It was just dancing,” I repeat, folding my arms beneath my breasts. “I don’t get why you’re so upset about it.”
He sets the empty glass down on the counter with a heavy thunk.
“That was not just dancing, Haylee, and you know it.” He approaches me, his blue eyes still dark with anger. “Stop fucking around with me.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I know exactly what he’s talking about. I say one thing and do another. I tell him we can’t kiss or flirt, then I basically fuck him with our clothes on in the club.
How can I explain myself? When I saw that woman touching him, I got jealous. I wanted his undivided attention. It’s so unflattering the more I think about it. Imagine how much worse it will sound if I say it out loud.
“Oh yeah? Then let me show you.” There’s a determined glint in his eyes and just as I’m about to respond, he circles me, standing right behind me.
“Connor—” I step forward, but he tugs me back so I’m pressed against his front like we were in the club.
“See, I don’t think you understand what touching you does to me, Haylee.” His mouth is level with my ear so his tantalizing voice fills my head. “Sometimes, just looking at you makes me want you so bad I think I might go crazy.”
Dear god. If there’s a record for the fastest time a woman can get wet, I think I’ve just broken it. I can’t move. I’m gripped by his words and his honesty. I don’t think I’ve ever inspired that kind of need in a man before and that power makes me heady.
I gasp when his mouth descends on my neck. A light trail of kisses that make me close my eyes on a shiver.
“You’re my stepbrother.” I don’t know why I say that. Maybe it’s some part of me that still wants to come back from whatever we’re about to do.
“Yes,” growls Connor, pulling me harder against him so I can feel his rigid length. “But I’m still going to fuck you.”
Plowed
Perfect: A Stepbrother Romance (excerpt)
Blurb:
The first time I met Billy Taylor, we came thisclose to having sex in the parking lot of a bar.
I was upset, okay? I’d just dumped my lying, cheating boyfriend.
I had my perfect life with him all planned out, and then he ruined it when he put his hands on another woman.
Billy isn’t like him, or any other man I’ve known … but I can’t let myself think about Billy.
Or his amazing, sculpted, gorgeous Greek-god body.
No. I can’t.
And I absolutely, positively mustn’t fantasize about finishing what we started.
We could never work. Ever.
I’m all about the city.
He’s country down to the bone.
And if that’s not enough … he’s also my soon-to-be stepbrother.
So I can’t think about the way he keeps teasing me, flirting with me, driving me crazy.
Or remember the way his body felt against mine in that parking lot, all heat and hard muscle.
And the times he’s been nice when I really needed it.
I have a plan for my life, dammit.
And Billy Taylor is not part of it.
If I keep telling myself that, maybe I’ll even believe it.
PERFECT is a stepbrother romance novella with no cliffhangers, and a very happy ending.
Excerpt:
My eyes go back to him as if pulled by a magnet. I’m pretty sure my two hands wouldn’t be able to meet if I circled them around his upper arm, and something in me suddenly wants to try. I risk a downward glance and see strong thigh muscles straining against tight jeans. He’s wearing heavy boots with mud on them. I’ve never considered myself a fan of the country boy type, but then again, I’ve never been this close to one. My heart picks up pace the more I look at him.
I pull my eyes back to his face, not wanting to get caught checking him out. He’s got fine stubble creating a sexy shadow along his jaw, and somehow it looks natural, not like the highly manicured facial hair I’m used to seeing on men in the city. This man next to me doesn’t look anything like men in the city.
I picture Clay, his lean frame clothed in a perfect suit and expensive tie; his overly groomed hair. Maybe a little attention from a rough and tumble country boy is just what I need to push my lying, cheating ex-boyfriend out of my head.
I take the final gulp of my whiskey and Coke and then put a hand on the man’s broad shoulder. “I really do need to go,” I say. “Would you be a gentleman and walk me to my car?”
His eyes widen and I smile at his surprised response to my invitation. I start to pull out my wallet but he stops me. “I’ve got it,” he says. He tosses two bills on the counter and then backs up just enough to give me space to slip off the stool.
As I walk towards the exit, he escorts me with his warm hand gently resting on the small of my back. The heat of his touch radiates throughout my body. He moves ahead of me and holds the door open. He is a gentleman, or maybe not, I think, as his eyes hungrily scan my body when I move past him. Once we’re outside, he places his hand on my back again, though this time the position is lower.
“Where are you parked?” he says, in a voice that’s deeper and more serious-sounding than it was in the bar.
“Around this way.” I gesture to the left.
As soon as we pass the side of the building and are out of view of the entrance, I stop and turn toward him, and his arms circle around me. We look into each other’s eyes for the briefest of moments before our mouths are drawn together. I reach up around his neck and pull him closer.
I can taste beer on his lips, and the unfamiliarity of the flavor almost jolts me to my senses, but then he’s pressing against me, and the feel of his massive, hard body makes me melt into him. I’ve always been attracted to intellectual or professional types, men with more developed minds than physiques. This man’s body feels like a science lesson in muscle anatomy. He must work out for hours every day to maintain such well-defined bulk.
While I’m marveling at the sheer size and density of him, he seems to be enjoying my body as well. He slides his hands over my silky blouse and then lower to my skirt, where he pulls my hips against him. He could easily crush me, but his touch is tender yet firm as he caresses my body.
Our kisses deepen, and I feel a jolt of pure desire when he runs his tongue along my lower lip. Then he nips at it gently and I purr involuntarily before meeting his tongue with mine.
“You taste good,” he murmurs when we pause to catch our breath. He backs me up against the side of the building and slips a hand under my blouse. Though his touch is warm, I shiver as he grasps the bare skin at my waist. “You feel good too,” he says in a low, gravelly voice that does funny things to my body. Funny, tingly things that threaten to melt me into a puddle at his feet.
I curl my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck and dig my nails into his flesh as I pull his mouth back to mine. With my other hand, I blindly explore all those muscles I’d been admiring in the bar. His chest is so hard, and his massive arms are now surrounding me as I’m trapped between him and the wall.
Our kisses grow desperate and I can feel his breathing change. His hand snakes further up my torso and brushes over my bra. He nips again at my swollen lip as his fingers find my nipple and pull at it through the thin fabric. My legs go weak as dizzying impulses fire throughout my body.
“Where’s your car?” he breathes against my ear before he pulls my earlobe into his mouth and tugs. Before I answer, he continues, “Never mind. My truck’s around back.”
Perfect
Urge: A Stepbrother Romance (excerpt)
Blurb:
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eed: A Stepbrother Romance, as a free bonus book!
Skye Matthews is called to handle a scandal threatening the future of magazine magnate, Driver Fox. He is handsome, gruff, and a beast in business. The perfect chemistry for a battle of wills, as Skye learns Driver is a playboy, and possibly as bad a wolf, as they come!
Skye, a curvy, strong woman, struggles to keep her work as Driver’s personal assistant and her personal life safe. But the heat between them is undeniable, and Skye finds herself falling for Driver. He finds himself falling for her as well. However, this is all before they find out they are step-related. Will their love triumph against impossible odds, or is Skye involved in just a one-time playboy fling?
URGE is a stepbrother romance novella with no cliffhangers and a happily ever after! This is a first person point of view story told through the eyes of Skye.
Excerpt:
Driver dropped to the sand taking me with him.
“We can’t do this! I’m not one of your women you can just turn on and turn off like a light.”
“I turn you on?” The rasp of his tongue did things to me I’d never imagined. He ran his palms over my tits and I felt his erection prodding my scantily clad body. His size was almost too much to hold as I tried to slip away and my hand knocked against his erection. His cock bobbed and lengthened, and I gasped as his hardness angled up my belly.
Somehow he’d undone his pants. He cupped my ass and lifted me in his arms. “Great night for a swim.” He ran into the waves and we collided in the foam. He dragged me onto his chest crushing my breasts as he dipped his tongue inside my mouth. We kissed in the water, as he pushed my skirt aside and thrust his big cock in and out, over, and again. He held me still while he rammed his pole deep inside me. The water buoyed us as he ravaged me until I begged him to go harder.
What was I doing? I thought for moment. He was my boss and I was always a good girl. My mama would have a conniption if she was alive. Screwing a man I’d only just met. He pulled me with him onto the beach and he laid on top of me in the sand. His long body rested over me as he found my heat and drove his hard cock into me hard and steady.
He threw me onto his stomach and had me ride him with my back to his face. I slid up and over him, turning to face him and took him to the hilt. His eyes rolled back as he held my hips. He shoved himself hard inside me, making my body clench as my teeth chattered.
He ravaged me on the sand by the surf. And he gave me himself so fully I exploded into a thousand stars. Hearing him talk dirty as he drove his hard stomach against my slit.
“You like that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Want me like the porn you saw me watching.” I froze realizing he knew I’d been peeking. But I looked in his hungry eyes and could only ride him faster. He felt so good as he told me the creative ways he intended to violate me. Suddenly, he stilled, and I shuddered as I felt him burst, filling me with his seed.
I collapsed onto him as he showered me with kisses in the night.
“That’s right,” Driver growled.
I heard the waves rolling and crashing passionately inches away from us.
“You’re mine.”
Urge
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Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She’s always been curious about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.
Knox: A Stepbrother Romance (excerpt)
Being in love with anyone is difficult when that love has grown absent of their understanding of it. This is complicated when the object of that love is someone you have been told, either morally or legally, that you shouldn’t be in love with. Love also knows many forms and sometimes we get confused by the different kind of loves that we feel. Let me be clear here. This is not one of those cases. The love that I feel for Knox is the kind of love that gets my panties wet in seconds, makes my whole body buzz with excitement, causes my skin to break out in goosebumps, and makes me want to tear his clothes off and have him do horrible and disgusting things to me. Some people might call this lust, and I’d probably agree with them if my desire for Knox wasn’t just centred around fucking, or being fucked. Everything about him does it for me. For the first time in my life, he makes me want to give him a child, and that is not normal for me. Some people might say that it’s not normal at all after less than a month, in fact lots of people already have done anonymously in internet chat rooms or not so anonymously on facebook threads, but do you know what? Fuck those people, that’s what I say. If Knox makes me want to be the mother of his children in little other way than just being the person that he is, I feel like I should pay attention to it. Whether the fact that he’s now my stepbrother and I can’t have him ties into that, well that’s another question entirely.
Knox was sat in the curve of the sofa that used to be my dad’s resting place. I touched a cold beer on his shoulder to knock him out of whatever was distracting him - the weight of what was coming? - and a moment later he took it, his fingers for a fleeting moment I’ve replayed a thousand times, brushing lightly across mine. It’s the moments like those that make you realise what it is you have. It was never in his kiss. The song got it wrong. It was in the bits in between. The space between heartbeats, the absence of touch, the soft crush of desire at the end of a stolen breath.
It’s incredible how at home he looked, sunk into the dent my dad had spent his whole life creating. Cory had settled in like he was always meant to be there as well, like my dad never was. I perched on the edge of the arm chair that faced him, my knees up so only the tips of my toes touched the ground. Knox was wearing one of my favourite T-shirts. It was tight enough to show off the defined muscles of his arms, muscles he never seemed to work on maintaining but happened to always be there no matter what, and simple enough not to reveal the magic of what lay beyond. The taut muscles of his chest, the perfect spread of hair, the belly button and ribbed abs to die for. ‘The way to paradise’ they call the curved edge of muscle above the pubic area that sticks so perfectly above a pair of jeans. My mind, lost in it.
I could feel the electricity between us, hotter than ever. I could tell that that night was the night that something could have happened between us, if we both let it. I wanted to talk about how I felt, but I didn’t know how to. I’d rehearsed it a million times, each one leading to us falling into bed together, and when I did it at night time, one hand between my legs because the excitement of the fantasy was too much to bear just stood there in front of the mirror, playing both parts, it always went smoothly, and he always put his finger on my lips at the time I was about to confess all and said, “shhh, don’t talk, I know how you feel, I feel that way too”, my hand in his pressed against his beating heart.
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