Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.
He was also to-die-for gorgeous,
and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.
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Blurb
He told me to 'settle,
girl.'
He asked if 'something was wrong with me?'
He said I was an ‘easy target.’
That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks.
I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.
He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.
Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming.
I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?
He asked if 'something was wrong with me?'
He said I was an ‘easy target.’
That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks.
I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.
He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.
Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming.
I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?
Excerpt
He wasn’t looking at me any
more. I wasn’t even sure he was really in the room.
I needed to leave this
alone. He had given me the clues—looking away, his jaw clenching, pain like I’d
never heard from him sounding loud and clear. My instincts were telling me to
shut up, but I couldn’t. I had this burning need to know more about Caden. I
needed to get in there, past his walls, and I wanted to understand him.
I wanted to help him.
Caden was hurting, and I
wanted to take that away.
“What happened?”
Caden turned his gaze to me
now, and I felt branded by the pain I saw. His eyes were stricken. “Does it
matter?”
“No.” My breath caught and
held in my chest. I wanted to go to him, but I also wanted to slink away. I was
stirring up his pain, but I had to know. “What happened, Caden?”
“Why do you have to know?”
“Because it’s hurting you.”
I made a decision, though I
had no idea what the ramifications were going to be. I stood, my legs going
numb and my stomach clenching, and I moved to his side. He leaned back, his
head falling to the couch, and he watched me.
The need to ease some of
his hurt outweighed the fear of what would happen next. Swallowing tightly, I
stepped over to straddle him and sat down.
“What are you doing?”
He asked that softly, still
holding his beer. I took it from his hands and put it on the stand next to the
couch. Then I just sat there. He had to do the rest. I’d already made the first
move.
I glanced down at his
hands, feeling like an idiot. “What happened?”
“Why are you pushing this?”
I looked back up to find
confusion warring with need in his eyes. He wasn’t pushing me away, so I sank
further into his lap.
“You haven’t told anyone
else about this.” It wasn’t really a question, but I saw the confirmation in
his eyes. My chest tightened, thinking about whatever secret he held. “Please
tell me.”
“No.” He shifted forward,
and I braced myself, expecting him to push me away. He didn’t. His hands
grasped the backs of my legs and lifted me so I was more fully on his lap.
I could feel him between my
legs, and my breasts almost pressed against his chest. I waited. I wanted to
see what else he’d say
“But not because I don’t
want you to know,” he added. “Because it’s not my secret to tell.”
I nodded, my stomach doing
somersaults now. “That makes sense. I can respect that.”
And there we were. His
hands cupped my ass, and the pain in his gaze became something darker,
something I felt too, something that began to turn off all rational thought.
“What are we doing here?”
he questioned, his voice like a caress in itself.
I leaned forward, my gaze
lingering on his lips. “I didn’t really think it through.”
“And now?”
“Still not thinking it
through.”
“You’re okay with that?”
In that moment, the truth
exploded in me. I wanted him. I wanted this—but it was more. I needed this.
I didn’t answer.
I closed the distance
between us.
Author Information
I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.
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