This man, leering at me, isn’t my brother, at least not how I expected him. So I stay still, my breath again beginning to rasp in and out of my lungs.
Theo closes the distance and wraps me in his arms anyway. He stinks, the way I imagine prison smells, stale and offensive and reeking of fear.
And still he draws me tighter, tighter until I’m having a hard time breathing. I work my palms between us, manage to shove him away. I expect him to pout, a Theo-like response to not getting his way.
Instead, there’s just that leer. It makes every cell in my body cold.
“Now, what kind of hello is that for your big brother?”
The Other Brother continues in Part 2: Taboo, available March 3 at vendors everywhere!
From two New York Times bestselling authors comes part two of the scandalous story started in The Other Brother Part 1: Forbidden...
Nothing has changed... and everything has.
I've tried to forget him. I know I never will. But that doesn't mean I should welcome him back with open arms, right?
But the heat that once sparked between us has become an inferno. He's changed... but so have I.
I don't know if I can resist what was once so taboo. But first?
We have some seriously unfinished business to take care of.
The Other Brother is a novel told in three parts. This is part two of three.
**Contains graphic sexual content and harsh language. It is only appropriate for adult readers age 18+**
The Other Brother continues in Part 2: Taboo, available March 3 at vendors everywhere!
About the authors
Lauren Hawkeye/ Lauren Jameson never imagined that she'd wind up telling stories for a living... though when she looks back, it's easy to see that she's the only one who is surprised. Always "the kid who read all the time", Lauren made up stories about her favorite characters once she'd finished a book... and once spent an entire year narrating her own life internally. No, really. But where she was just plain odd before publication, now she can at least claim to have an artistic temperament.
Lauren lives in the Rocky Mountains of Alberta, Canada with her husband, toddler, pit bull and idiot cat, though they do not live in an igloo, nor do they drive a dogsled. In her nonexistent spare time Lauren can be found knitting (her husband claims that her snobby yarn collection is exorbitant), reading anything she can get her hands on, or sweating her way through spin class. She loves to hear from her readers! You can contact Lauren through her website, www.laurenhawkeye.com or on Twitter @LaurenHJameson. And if you like chance at getting advanced copies of books, are interested in reviewing, or just want to chatter about hot men and interesting things, make sure to join the Reader Group that Lauren shares with the amazing Suzanne Rock on Facebook, Lauren Lovelies/ Suzanne and Ava’s Awesome Readers.
If you’re interested in e-mail alerts when Lauren has a new release, sign up for her newsletter here!
Other books by Lauren Hawkeye:
New adult romance
Three Little Words
Spring Fling (with Julia Kent, Sara Fawkes and Cathryn Fox)
Love Me For Me
Love Me If You Dare
A Bride for a Billionaire
One Night With The Billionaire (coming soon)
Contemporary BDSM romance
Linger
Breathe
Blush
Surrender to Temptation
Fling (With Sara Fawkes and Cathryn Fox)
Historical romance
Seduced by the Gladiator
My Wicked Gladiators
Kindle Worlds Exclusive
The Arrangement: The Chase
Dare to Love: The Billionaire’s Dare
And more!
See her websites for complete booklists
www.laurenhawkeye.com
www.laurenjameson.com
Tawny Stokes aka Vivi Anna is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling author in paranormal romance, urban fantasy, scifi, and young adult. Since 2003, she’s written and published over 40 books for New York publishers such as Harlequin, Kensington and Avon. She’s also independently published several projects on her own. Vivi is also a screenwriter and TV writer and is one of the co-founders of #TVwriterchat.
If you enjoyed this story by Tawny Stokes/Vivi Anna, make sure to sign up for her newsletter http://bit.ly/1ywZH0H to hear about new releases, sales and other exciting events, or to keep in touch please refer to these links:
Website: http://www.vivianna.net
Twitter: https://twitter.com/vivi_tawny
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/pages/Tawny-Stokes-Author/
Tumblr: http://tawnystokes.tumblr.com/
Other books by Tawny Stokes/Vivi Anna:
Young Adult books as Tawny Stokes:
STATIC
ELECTRIC
DEMONS OF THE RICH AND FAMOUS
DATING AFTER DARK (WITH CLOWNS)
CARNIVAL WORLD (written with Michael J Lee)
New Adult Books as Tawny Stokes
VIOLET IS BLUE
IVY IN BLOOM
DAHLIA BY DESIGN – coming soon
Urban Fantasy Books as Vivi Anna
Nina Decker series:
GLIMMER
DAWNING
PORTAL
New Adult Paranormal Romance as Vivi Anna
Billionaires After Dark:
The Vampire Affair series:
THE VAMPIRE AFFAIR (part one)
THE VAMPIRE AFFAIR (part two)
THE VAMPIRE AFFAIR (part three)
THE VAMPIRE AFFAIR (part four)
The Vampire Design series:
THE VAMPIRE DESIGN (part one)
THE VAMPIRE DESIGN (part two) – coming soon
The Werewolf Liaison series:
THE WEREWOLF LIAISON (part one) – Bad to the Bone
THE WEREWOLF LIAISON (part two) – Hungry Like the Wolf
THE WEREWOLF LIAISON (part three) – Bad Moon Rising
THE WEREWOLF LIAISON (part four) – Dark Side of the Moon – coming soon
Valorian Chronicles (published with Harlequin Nocturne)
BLOOD SECRETS
DARK LIES
VEILED TRUTH
MAHINA’S STORM
BEWITCHING HOUR
THE VAMPIRE’S QUEST
THE VAMPIRE’S KISS
HER DARK HEART
A WOLF’S HEART
The Fallen series (published with Harlequin Nocturne)
HEART OF THE HUNTER
RELEASING THE HUNTER
SEDUCING THE HUNTER
PROTECTING THE HUNTER – coming soon
League of Illusion (published with Carina Press)
LEGACY
PROPHECY
DESTINY
ICE BOUND (published by Harlequin)
Silver series (published by Avon)
QUICK SILVER (Alluring Tales Volume 1)
SILVER WATERS (Alluring Tales Volume 2)
Read on for an excerpt from Violet is Blue, Book 1 in the Hothouse Series from Tawny Stokes, now free at all retailers.
I jogged down the worn dirt path in the park like I did every morning. My breath was even; my heart rate at a hundred, sweat was just starting to dot my forehead and the skin on the back of my neck. I closed my eyes for a brief moment, then opened them, enjoying the first rays of sun on my face. It was here where I always felt the freest, the most comfortable with my life. Running always made me feel alive and in control.
I followed the path through the thick copse of trees, taking in a deep breath of fresh air. I couldn’t imagine living surrounded only by concrete. I’d go mad if I didn’t have trees and grass to run through, run over. Although, I’d been accepted to NYU, I wasn’t sure I was going to go. Sure, Central Park was nearby, but there were too many people all vying for the same fresh bite of air and worn path.
If my dad were still here he’d tell me to forge my own path no matter where I went.
As I followed the route ov
er the small hill, I could see the rise of the cast iron gates of the cemetery. I ran along the fence then came to the open gate, turning into it and jogging up the rise of another small hill. On top I found the caretaker scrubbing something off my father’s headstone.
He looked up as I approached.
“Is something wrong?” I asked.
He stood and shook his head. “Nothing to worry about, Miss. I took care of it.” He quickly grabbed his gear and scrambled out of there leaving me alone. Just the way I liked it.
I took a big swig out of my water bottle then ran my fingers over the top of the stone. “Morning Daddy.”
He’d been gone four years now and I still missed him every day. We’d been super close. And his sudden death had a dramatic impact on my life. It had sent me into a deep depression that I still struggled with. Weekly counseling had helped me get to a place where I didn’t cry every morning and every night hoping and praying my dad would knock on my bedroom door. My counselor had suggested the jogging as therapy. And it had worked immensely. Now I could visit my dad’s grave every day without remorse, without guilt.
I’d been able to understand that the car accident hadn’t been my fault.
After a long hot shower, and changing clothes, I stomped down the stairs of my house, with my backpack over my shoulder. I had to get a move on if I didn’t want to be late for school. I still had to pick up Dahlia and Ivy, and those two were never on time.
And yes, I was fully aware that my two best friends’ names were names of flowers, as was mine. Some at school called us the Flower Power Squad, others, less generous called us the GGs, which stood for Garden Gnomes. To me, they were just my hothouse girls.
“Mom, Mark, I’m leaving.”
My mom, coffee cup in hand, came around the corner out of the kitchen. “Ivy called and said not to pick her up. Her mom insists on driving her.” She arched one perfectly manicured eyebrow in question. Ivy’s mom was a mystery to everyone that knew her.
“Right. I forgot that Ms. Watts is trying this new getting in touch with a teenager thing. She saw it on Oprah or something.”
Mark, my step-dad, came around the corner to join them in the foyer. “Maybe we should try that.” He swung his arm around my mom’s shoulders.
I smiled. “Don’t bother. You’re more of a teenager than I am.”
He laughed, knowing I wasn’t digging at him for being younger than my mom. I’d known Mark for years even before he married my mom. He’d been friends with my dad before. I first remember meeting him when I was nine or ten at some company party. He gave me a stuffed polar bear which I called Mr. Freezy. Sometimes I thought it was weird that my mom started to date him, and then married him. But I never resented my mom in finding happiness, even if it was without my dad.
Mark never tried to take my dad’s place in the house, or in my life. He’d been up front at the start that he just wanted to be my friend. I’d always appreciated him for that. Because at the beginning I hadn’t been so accepting. I’d thrown a tantrum or two his way.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to the curb in front of an older Colonial house that looked more at home in the south then it did in LA. I tooted the horn on my Mercedes and waited for my best friend Dahlia to come out. I was just about to honk again when the front door opened and Dahlia strutted outside in her three inch platform shoes and barely there skirt.
She slid into the passenger side. “Morning Hooker.”
“Morning.”
The drive to school was a flurry of non-stop chatter from Dahlia about celebrity gossip that she feasted on every day, and her trying to find the right song on my iPod for the morning’s drive. By the time she found it, we’d pulled into the school parking lot and parked.
As we crossed the lot, Dahlia asked me, “Did Jordan phone you again last night?
“Five times.”
“What an ass.”
“I wish he’d get over it. It's been a week. You'd think he'd get the idea by now, that we're not getting back together.”
“That would cause him to think. Which we both know is impossible.”
For the past two and a half years, Jordan Young, star quarterback, all around school golden boy, had been my boyfriend. Everyone had loved us together. All my friends thought he was the shiznit. That I was the luckiest girl alive to nab him. Even my mom and step-dad liked him. Mark had once told he was the perfect guy for me. Up until a week ago, he’d been the perfect specimen of a boyfriend.
Then he slept with Jenny Cobb, the school slut and I realized that he’d been a player all along. That I’d just been too blind to see it.
Together, me and Dahlia neared the school. Unfortunately we had to pass the usual place the popular boys in school gathered. A place we would usually gather at as well, but not this time. Not with Jordan holding court.
I hiked my school bag higher on my shoulder and looked the other way as we walked by.
“Morning ladies,” Isaac said, giving us a deep dramatic bow.
Dahlia smiled and finger waved at him. “Morning Isaac.”
I knew Dahlia had a thing for Isaac who was the smart-ass of the group but I couldn’t let that get in the way of my avoiding Jordan at any cost. I really couldn’t even stand to look at him.
“Hey Violet, you giving my man a hard time again?” Nick grinned at me as he slapped Jordan on the back.
He was one of Jordan’s lackeys. I knew that he secretly worshipped Jordan. I wouldn’t have been a bit surprised if he had an altar in his closet with one of Jordan’s jock straps at center stage.
“Shut up, Nick,” Dahlia said.
“C'mon D, let's go.” I couldn’t get out of there fast enough.
Obviously, Jordan wasn’t going to make it easy for me. He stepped into my path. “Can I talk to you please?”
“Why? What could you possibly have to say?”
“That I'm sorry. That she means nothing to me.”
“She must have meant something, if you risked breaking us up.”
“I made a mistake. Can't we start over?” He reached for me, to touch my face. But I pulled back and avoided his hand.
“We have nothing to talk about. It's over. Deal with it.” I turned on my heel and marched off towards the school.
Dahlia had to rush to catch up to me. I glanced over my shoulder one last time, and caught the look of anger on Jordan’s face. He didn’t look none too pleased at being brushed off.
“Girl, do you think that was wise?” Dahlia asked.
I stopped and looked at her. “What?”
“Embarrassing him in front of his boys. He was pissed.”
“I don’t care. He had it coming. I’m sick of his poor me attitude. Like it was my fault he stuck his dick in that slut Jenny.”
“Hey, I’m just saying that it might be a little tense for you with the crew, you know?”
I looked away from Dahlia. My gaze caught another’s. A boy with wild black hair, lip piercings, and tattoos snaking around his arms. He was smoking a cigarette and staring right at me. I knew who he was. Devon Schmidt didn’t go unnoticed by anyone. Most of the guys in the school wanted to kick his ass, and most of the girls liked looking at him, but never would admit to wanting to do more than just look.
I knew Devon from years ago. And I already knew what his lips felt like.
Flustered by his intense stare, I quickly looked away from him and back at Dahlia. “Maybe I don’t care about the crew anymore.”
Dahlia put her arm around mine and pulled me toward the school doors. “Don't worry, Hooker. At least you have me.”
“Thanks,” I laughed, “I feel better now.”
“Hey, what’s up?”
I turned to see our other friend Ivy striding toward us with her long tanned legs and bouncy blond ponytail. Ivy was a cheerleader and always wore the shortest skirt possible to show off her impossibly long lean legs, which made me jealous as hell.
“What happened to you this morning?” Dahlia asked.
/> “Christ, my mom wants us to bond.”
“It can't be that bad,” I said.
Ivy snorted. “Oh please, she has us scheduled for a spa day tomorrow.”
I tried not to laugh. I knew how overzealous Ivy’s mom could get. “What's wrong with that?”
Ivy gave me a look. Both me and Dahlia laughed.
Dahlia tugged on Ivy’s hair. “Grin and bear it. At least she wants to spend time with you. My mother would rather blow her boytoy Roderick all day. I wish my father would catch them at it so the charade would stop and they could get divorced already.”
I cringed. “Too much info there Dahlia.”
“Oh, you love it.”
Together, we went into the school to start our day. I just hoped that I could avoid Jordan as long as possible. I didn’t want to talk to him, didn’t want to deal with him. I just wanted him out of my life. But I knew how hard that was going to be, since everything I did, and everything I was, had been wrapped up in him in some way. My friends dated his friends. His parties were our parties. I even had two classes with him.
On days like this, I wished I could just escape my life. Go somewhere else, be someone else.
And just as I went into the school I sensed someone watching me. I turned to see Devon behind me in line to get in the doors, and I wondered not for the first time what it would be like to disappear with him.
When I came home after school there was no one around. My mom and step-dad worked from home—they had a real estate company together, my dad’s formally—so they were usually in their office when I arrived. But not today.
I bounded up the stairs to the room to get changed into my jogging gear. Today was a two jog kind of day. I always ran in the morning, but it had been a long arduous day trying to duck Jordan that I needed the extra two hours of mind-numbing exercise. It was the only time I could just let everything go.
I tossed my book bag onto my bed, then stripped off my t-shirt and jeans, leaving them on the floor. I’d put them away when I got back from my run so my mom wouldn’t be on my butt about it. After pulling on a pair of shorts, tank top, and my runners, I grabbed my iPod and strapped it to my arm. Music helped me keep a good steady rhythm.
The Other Brother Part 1: Forbidden Page 8