Friday, 21 October 2016


Warning: One kiss can lead to another...

Quirky cartoonist, Zoe Andreis puts her life on hold, flying back to the States to care for her ailing father. Spending her post-college years gallivanting all over Europe while capturing her adventures in comic form, Zoe grapples with the notion of being shackled to one city.

When she encounters Max Kiss, Zoe's true adventures begin. Although Max would love to branch out and take carefree and crazy chances of his own, he too is tied to LA, tending to his aging father. Stirred by Zoe's zest for life, Max longs for a future full of love and spontaneity.

While they struggle to find balance between caring for their parents and living a life of their own, Zoe and Max form a strong and sensual bond. When tough challenges surface, Zoe and Max search for a way to have the life they want without feeling the burden of guilt. Can they find of balance of duty and excitement while building a future together?

Sylvie Fox Bio:
Sylvie Fox is the author of smart women’s fiction. Her compelling stories are boldly told, designed to keep readers turning the pages. Whether you’re reading romantic women’s fiction or legal thrillers, written as Aime Austin, she wants you to enjoy the heroine’s journey.
She splits her time between Los Angeles and Budapest, where she enjoys yoga, knitting, farm-to-table cooking, and life with her husband and son. When she’s not writing, her nose is stuck in a book.

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Thursday, 20 October 2016

Whitney Barbetti - Back to Yesterday - Release Blitz & Review

Title: Back to Yesterday

Series: Bleeding Hearts #2

Author: Whitney Barbetti

Release Date: Oct 20, 2016

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The distance from Colorado to Maine is not far enough to escape the memories.

The time I've been away is not long enough to heal the pain.

I left Colorado, determined to discover who I am outside of my grief, but I fell apart along the way.

I'm lost again.

When Jude follows me, I can't turn him away. But I can't let him in, either.

Not all the way.

I know when he finds out my secret, the one I keep hidden in the darkest part of my heart, he’ll leave



Like I was before.

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“Are you okay?”

He laughed, but it was without humor. He dropped his head and stared at his plate as I had minutes

earlier. “Am I okay?” Shaking his head, he said, “No, I’m not fucking okay.” He pushed away from the

table hard enough that the screech of the chair across the wooden floor startled me. Jude was always so

steady, and while he wasn’t necessarily predictable, he wasn’t prone to outbursts of anger like this. He

picked up his plate and walked to the sink and I stared at his back, willing him to talk to me. But I

couldn’t ask that of him.

Picking up my plate, I debated what to do. It was surreal almost, being in Jude’s apartment but not

touching him the way I wanted to. Finally, I joined him at the sink as he worked a sponge into a lather

and swiped it across his plate. “Let me do it,” I said softly, reaching a hand in to take the sponge from


He let go of the plate and clasped my forearm as I reached into the sink. His touch was gentle as he

turned my wrist over and rubbed a thumb slowly across the length of my vein, visible through my

translucent skin. I could only hold my breath as he touched me like this, like he was memorizing the blue

lines that ran the length of my forearm. His hands were warm, searching, and I realized that I’d been

yearning for this, for the simple act of him touching my skin like it was delicate. His fingers moved down,

and my closed fist opened to give him access to my palm, where he traced the lines in my hands. It was

so intimate, even in its simplicity, that all I could do was watch him as he examined my hands. “I’ve

missed you,” he said in a voice that was just short of a whisper. My heart turned over as he bent my

fingers gently back into my fist and rubbed his soapy fingers over the knuckles.

When he let go of my hand and turned away from me, I felt goose bumps ignite across my skin. All I

wanted was for him to keep touching me, but I’d hurt him. And he’d hurt me.

We had miles of pain between the two of us, and even though we were no longer miles apart, that pain

existed between us like another person, holding both of us back.

“I missed you too,” I said too late, when I’d caught my breath again.

“Please,” he pleaded as he rinsed the plate in his hands. “I can’t hear you say that right now.”

Nodding, I backed away. I understood. This wasn’t the time or place, and we were little more than

strangers right now. I was a new Trista, someone he had never known.

Likely, someone he didn’t want to know.

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I am a wife to one and a mom to two humans and one cat. I have a deep and abiding love for nachos -

especially the kind with the liquid cheese, like from Taco Bell (sorry). I run on less than four hours of

sleep thanks to copious amounts of Diet Coke. (Note: this paragraph is not sponsored by anyone except

my hungry stomach.)

As a Navy brat, I grew up all over the country, from California, up the east coast from Florida to New

England and Colorado. I currently live in Idaho, where we have lots of potatoes and windmills.

I write character-driven New Adult novels, heavy on the emotional connection. I LOVE love. I love

writing about broken characters who find their soul mates.

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Back To Yesterday has become one of my favorite reads of this year. I Loved this beautifully written story. This book had emotions, love, feelings and beautiful love story.

I Would Highly Recommend all the readers to pick up this amazing book and devour it <3

Wednesday, 19 October 2016

EXCERPT REVEAL: Filthy Rich by Raine Miller


MY father always said I would know when the right woman came along. He was such a wise man. When it happened, I didn’t even question it because the process was so effortless. I just fell into her . . . because my heart knew her right away.
Knew she was the one for me.
I’d known her for years actually. She came to Blackstone Island to live with her grandmother after her parents were killed in a car crash. A devastated fifteen-year-old trying to adapt to a new life in a new place, trying to find where she fit in to a world so different from where she’d come—a forty-square-mile resort island off the Massachusetts coast where her grandmother ran the household at Blackwater, the family ancestral home.
Should have known of her, that is.
Our paths didn’t cross that I am aware of, but it’s possible. I rarely visited the island in those days because I was a twenty-three-year-old junior executive fresh out of Harvard Business School, learning everything I could about the family business. I traveled the world, enjoying the excitement of international boardroom deals by day and socializing at off-hours business affairs by night. I worked hard at both. Affairs, liaisons, one-night stands had all come and gone without a backward glance. Nameless faces and unremarkable encounters filled my nights whenever I wanted them to. The hopping nightlife of the big cities with even bigger players vying for a piece of the pie became my normal. I embraced every aspect that came with the lifestyle. Wealth, sexual favors, a certain celebrity born out of my name, all collected with barely any effort. For the next eight years, I had the world in the palm of my hand as I went about amassing a personal fortune in addition to increasing the family coffers.
Or so I thought.
I didn’t yet know what was missing from my life. Until her. And then, when I realized exactly who she was, and how fate had gotten the last laugh on me, it was already far too late. She’d bewitched me utterly. And furthermore, I knew she had no idea who I was or what ties connected us.
Maybe that’s what made her so intoxicating?
I didn’t know and I didn’t care because it made absolutely no difference to me. I wanted her with a primal desire I could barely understand, yet I embraced that desire wholeheartedly because I was incapable of doing anything else with it. How could I not? She had enchanted me.
However, once my brain managed to catch up, it wasn’t quite so effortless to accept this new and unfamiliar reality of feeling something for a woman beyond the unquestioning curiosity of when and if we might fuck.
I struggled against the idea of her at first for a few reasons. She was too young. My mother would never approve of us together. Others in my world would probably chew her up and spit her out, destroying her sweetness. But I soon found out my heart didn’t give a flying fuck about any of those reasons. The heart wants what it wants, and I’d discovered that for my heart, “want” was all wrapped up in the package that was Brooke Ellen Casterley.
The death of my father from the evils of cancer was an eye-opener for my siblings and me. Money can buy a lot of things, but it can’t stop the grim reaper from calling on you if it’s your time to go. Death was called the great equalizer. And it truly was. Wealth is a trivial thing when it’s only extra fuckin’ zeros on a balance sheet that makes any difference between lives lived. Doesn’t matter if you are rich or poor when you die, because none of it counts at the end. You leave this life the same way you come into it. You go out alone and take nothing. “There has to be more to life than making money, son,” he told me at the end. He took hold of my hand and squeezed as hard as his frail strength could manage so as to make me understand the importance. He had regrets and wanted to share with me what he’d learned to prevent me from making the same mistakes. I understood him clearly.
The most essential value my father tried to teach me along with my brothers and sisters was the idea of family. Family took precedence over money. “Take care of the family first and the wealth will grow, Caleb,” he said.
A strong family moving forward was the only thing that truly meant anything at the end of the day.
The Blackstones had been here on the island since the days when the Mayflower made its treacherous journey to the untamed American shores. As the eldest son it was my duty to make sure the Blackstones would still be here a hundred years from now.
My plan to fulfill my duty included her. It wouldn’t work any other way for me. I knew it the first time I ever felt the heat of her eyes as they burned me from across the room.
I knew it down in my bones.
I was going to marry that lovely, beautiful girl from England, and she would be mine.


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Billionaire Caleb Blackstone lives in the glamorous world of wealth and success, with every material luxury. But the moment he sees Brooke Casterley, none of that matters. Caleb is filled with a raw, undeniable need that he can’t ignore…for a girl who is so completely different from everything and everyone he’s ever known.

Only Brooke isn’t looking for love. She knows all too well just how much damage the wrong guy can do. Still, what sane, broke British girl can resist the charms of an incredibly sexy, chivalrous billionaire? What starts as flirtation quickly turns into all-consuming passion. Nothing could have prepared her for the searing heat of Caleb’s touch—or just how much she craves him.

Their whirlwind romance is the stuff of high-society fantasy—but for every moment of pleasure, there is a cost. Past mistakes and tragedy shadow them both…and falling for him might be the kind of trouble she can’t afford.


About the Author:


Raine Miller has been reading romance novels since she picked up that first Barbara Cartland book at the tender age of thirteen. And it's a safe bet she'll never stop, because now she writes them too! Granted Raine's stories are edgy enough to turn Ms. Cartland in her grave, but to her way of thinking, a hot, sexy hero never goes out of fashion. A former teacher, she's now writing sexy romance stories full time. She has a handsome prince of a husband, two brilliant sons, and two bouncy Italian Greyhounds to pull her back into the real world if the writing takes her too far away. Her sons know she likes to write stories, but gratefully have never asked to read any, thank God! Raine loves to hear from readers and to chat about the characters in her books. You can contact her at or visit to sign up for updates and her newsletter with links to upcoming books. Join us on Facebook at the Raine Miller Romance Readers group here:

So Twisted ~ Melissa Marino ~ New Teaser

Melissa Marino's Bad Behavior begins with Aaron & Callie on Nov. 1st. They are going to have you So Twisted up!! #SoTwistedWednesday #Nanny #SingleDad 

Black & White Flowers: NEW TEASER

Black & White Flowers is the first standalone in
The Real Seal Series releasing November 1st!

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Friday, 14 October 2016

EXCERPT REVEAL: One Step Closer by Kahlen Aymes


He was going to kill his best friend.  He was literally going to fucking kill him.
The party was buzzing and so was Caleb’s brain.  He didn’t know the time, but it had to be somewhere around 3 AM, and anger was simmering just below the surface.
He was thankful it was winding down and most of the guests had already left because he was agitated and pensive.  The few who lingered were all part of his best friend, Dex’s, crowd.  He knew Jake and Bret because they were part of the same group he used to hang with when he was younger, but there were several new faces.
Caleb had been hell-bent on making his father’s life a living hell. Dex and his friends were rough, tough, and tattooed.  They walked a fine line between right and wrong; more unruly and wild than the preppy crowd that went to the private high school his father demanded he attend. However, that was sort of the point.  The three other guys and two women that remained he’d never met prior to this evening when they’d shown up with his old friend.  
Hard to believe how much could change in four years.  Look at Wren.  
His eyes had been unwillingly glued to her all night, stalking her every move.  
The beer in his hand was probably the sixth he’d had in less than two hours, but he wasn’t drunk. The time at home had been a combination of heaven and hell.  He’d been dying to see Wren and they’d had some great times together in the week he’d been back in Denver, but the familiar aches in his heart and groin hadn’t magically abated during their time apart.  He silently chastised himself for being foolish enough to think that it would ease as she grew into a woman.  His breath left his chest in a loud sigh.
Sure, the alcohol was giving him a buzz, but it wasn't enough to kill the burn in his gut or the pressure in his chest as he watched Dex put the moves on Wren.  Caleb had asked him to watch out for her in his absence; but Dex was supposed to protect her, not want her.  No one fucking wanted her as much as Caleb had wanted her, or for as long. He’d been tortured with wanting her.  He’d been tormented for years with it, but everyone thought of them as siblings.  The very thought made Caleb’s stomach turn.
Someone was speaking to him, but he barely registered the sound of the female voice.  His eyes were trained on Dex’s arms snaking around Wren’s back and waist, under the luxurious curtain of loose blonde curls that rained to just above her hips.
Caleb lifted the beer to his mouth and took a long pull.  “Hmm?” he asked of the woman standing close to him as he sat, half-assed, on the back of a sofa.  The music was blaring over the state-of-the-art stereo system, and he strained to hear her, but his eyes never left Wren.
“So this is your last year at MIT?  Dex said you two were gonna start some sort of motorcycle company together.  That’s so cool.  My dad is part of an MC.”
Dex’s dad, Darren, had a shop and he had learned a shit load from the two of them; and more importantly, they’d become like family in the years after Caleb lost his mother. Darren was a stand-up guy who’d never abandon his kid, and Caleb envied the close relationship Dex shared with his father. Sure, he was a laborer and Edison Luxon had a successful corporation, but in Caleb’s eyes, Darren was the better man.  He had ten times the respect for him.
Caleb met Dex at a high school wrestling meet when Caleb was thirteen and Dex was fifteen, and the two of them had become friends.  Caleb spent as much time as possible at Darren’s shop and with Dex’s family, as he could.  Dex was sort of a wild child, and his parents were less strict than Edison was, but there was a strong sense of mutual respect in their family.  
Caleb and Dex hadn’t been angels growing up, but at least, Dex could count on his parents to have his back.  It was completely unlike the abandonment that Caleb felt from Edison.  Most of the time, Caleb acted out just to get his father’s attention.  It hardly ever worked.  Edison would deliver a cold lecture, calmly deal with the situation by paying someone off, and then forget about his son until the next time he got into trouble.  Caleb had come to the conclusion that the only thing he could do was get the hell away from his father as soon as he was eighteen.  Somehow even that got fucked up.
“Yeah.  We’ve talked about it for a long time, that’s why I’m studying mechanical engineering.  It’s not that easy; we’re both dead broke, and his Dad’s shop can’t spare him right now.  A lot has to happen first,” Caleb answered.
“But…” the young woman began, waving her hand around at the expensive surroundings.  “It looks like your family is rich—”
Caleb cut her off.  “Don’t get excited, honey.  These are my old man’s digs, not mine.”  He huffed. The only reason he even came home, ever, was because of Wren. The music changed to a slow, deep rhythm.
“But this place…”
“Yeah. My dad is swimming in it, but hell will freeze over before I’d ask him for a damn thing.  He’d just hold it over my head for the rest of my life, or at least, the rest of his.”  He could elaborate that his father was a control freak, or explain the reason he hated Edison so much, but he’d most likely never see her again.  So, what was the point?  Besides, he was preoccupied with what was happening across the room.
Caleb glanced down at the woman for the first time since their conversation began.  She had hair so dark it looked black in the dim light.  Her make-up was overdone making her skin tone a deep tan, and her clothing was tight and cheap.  She was a sharp contrast to Wren’s natural, blonde beauty.   Caleb tried to remember the name Dex had mentioned when he’d introduced her earlier.   
Was it Marie?  He wracked his brain. Maryann? Michelle? He knew it was an “M” name, but not sure exactly what.  Fuck!
Movement in his peripheral vision made his eyes return to Dex and Wren.  Aside from the girl at his side, everyone else was playing pool on the other half of the big room, except for the one couple dancing.  Caleb’s chest was tight as he tried to breathe; it physically fucking hurt to watch.
Dex was pulling Wren close, pressing her against him and they were swaying softly to the song.  Wren seemed to be enjoying herself.  Her head was tilted up to look at Dex; she was smiling alluringly.  She was so beautiful when she was happy.  How could she keep getting more fucking beautiful every time he saw her?  
Wren laid her head on Dex’s shoulder, her hands slipping up around his neck, clearly losing herself.  She had just turned eighteen a month earlier, but Caleb was sure she’d had a drink or two; which was enough to make her less inhibited.  
Caleb swallowed.  He was mesmerized, unable to look away from the two of them. It was nothing short of torture knowing it was impossible for him to touch her the same way Dex was able to. Not only was she the daughter of his father’s second wife, she was younger by close to three years.  Sure, he could protect her from that abusive bitch.  He could spend time with her. He could even fantasize about her, but that’s where it stopped.  Even though Wren had developed a kind of crush on him at first, he’d never considered they could be more.  He loved her.  He’d always loved her, but he’d always considered her off limits.  
He tried to keep making small talk with the girl whose name he couldn’t remember. He nursed what was left of his beer, until he caught sight of Dex’s hand sliding down over Wren’s ass to the hem of her dress and then creep up slightly; underneath.
Caleb's eyes narrowed and adrenaline started to flood his veins abruptly clearing the alcohol haze. Suddenly the music was deafening.  The beat was pounding in his head like a hammer; the dim light flickering with the beat. It was getting brighter with each hit of the base drum.   
“It looks like Dex likes your little sister.”
Caleb’s nostrils flared, and the skin of his face felt as if it was lit on fire.  He ran a quick hand over the scruff on his jaw trying to alleviate it.  The girl reached out to touch his muscled bicep.  
Caleb clenched his teeth.  “Wren isn’t my sister.”
The girl rolled her eyes. “Whatever.  Stepsister then.  Same diff.”
No.  It wasn’t the same thing, not even close.  If the “M” girl sensed Caleb’s irritation, she didn’t show it.
His instincts made his muscles coil, and it was all he could do not to fly across the room and pummel his best friend down to the floor.  He still fought in the occasional underground fight club, but he was in even better shape now.  The boxing club at MIT was official, and kept him lean and honed.  He could still beat the shit out of anyone who challenged him. He could probably do it even easier than before, and right now; he wanted to pound Dex into the fucking ground.
Didn’t he know how Caleb felt about Wren?
When Dex’s hand rose higher under Wren’s dress, his intent to grab her ass full on, Caleb couldn’t stand still any longer.  He dropped his beer and the glass bottle broke with a loud crash on the hardwood floor; making the girl beside him jump.
“Party’s over,” Caleb growled deeply.
The girl looked dumbstruck as Caleb left her standing there and moved quickly across the room to shut down the music.
“Party’s over!” he said, louder this time; shouting so he would be heard over the music.
Dex and Wren split apart when the music stopped abruptly and everyone in the room was staring in Caleb’s direction with blank looks on their faces.  However, they sat down their drinks, and began putting on their coats.
Dex’s hand slid down Wren’s arm and his fingers closed around her hand, as he took a couple of steps toward his friend.  “What’s up, man?  Why?  The house is empty.”
Caleb met his eyes unflinchingly.  “I’m tired.  Everyone out.”  Caleb’s tone was low but the only sound in the silent room.  “Now.”
Dex looked incredulous, and shook his head.  “Why Caleb?”
Caleb continued to stare him down, his eyes menacing.  “I said; I’m tired.”  He was livid and he didn’t even understand why he was so fucking pissed off.  Shit, if he’d been dancing with a beautiful girl he was into, he’d probably have copped a feel too.  
Wren pulled her hand from Dex’s grip and walked to Caleb, looking up into his face.  She looked so damn innocent, her brilliant blue eyes wide.  “Cale, what’s going on?  We were only dancing.”
Caleb looked down into her face, his eyes softening at the confused look in her blue eyes, and his thumb lifting her chin briefly.  “Stay here.”
The others, sensing the palpable tension between Dex and Caleb had already started to file up the stairs to the outside door.  Caleb nodded in the direction of Bret, who was waiting for the two girls to precede him up the stairs, then followed.
“I don’t get it, Caleb. I mean, what the hell?” He took two steps in Wren’s direction.
“You don’t have to get it,” Caleb commanded, nodding at the stairwell.  “You just have to get the fuck out of here.”
Dex looked pissed, then glanced down at Wren.  “You wanna come with?” he asked Wren.
Caleb shook his head once and in one second had moved in front of Wren, to separate her from Dex. “She stays.” His tone insisted compliance.
“Caleb, this makes no sense, man. We were having a good time dancing.”
“Yeah, I saw,” Caleb hissed.  The fingers on his right hand began curling into a fist at his side, and he had to mentally insist it didn’t fly and punch Dex right there.  “I want to talk to you. Outside.”
Dex’s eyes widened.  Suddenly he understood.  Definitely, he made a move in Wren’s direction, intending to kiss her full on the mouth just to piss Caleb off, but Wren, sensing it wouldn’t help the situation between the two men, backed up even further behind Caleb.  
She’d danced with Dex and purposefully let him get a little too familiar with her because she felt hurt that Caleb was letting Michelle monopolize him on his last night in town.  However, she didn’t intend for the two of them to out and out brawl, and she didn’t see it coming.  She would have preferred spending the evening alone with Caleb; talking, driving around, or watching a movie together; but it hadn’t been her choice.  
“Unless you want to die, I suggest you get the fuck out! Now!” Caleb seethed.
Anger flooded through Dex, as well. His friend was overstepping.  He didn’t do anything wrong, and he’d be damned if he’d cower to Caleb’s jealousy.  
“Just go, Dex.  Go on,” Wren implored, peering at him from behind Caleb’s solid form. Caleb was poised to strike, and Wren could feel his anger vibrate in the air around them like electricity.  
Dex was built; lean and strong, but Caleb was a competitive boxer and formidable; he easily had thirty pounds of muscle on Dex. Wren didn’t want Dex getting pummeled or Caleb regretting his actions afterward, which she was certain he would.  They’d been friends for as long as she’d known them both and the last thing she wanted was to see their friendship ruined.
She mentally kicked herself for leading Dex on.  She was confused by Caleb’s sudden anger, but it made her heart trip around in her chest at the same time. She felt excitement at the prospect he might be jealous making her own adrenalin flow.
Wren liked Dex and he’d taken great pains to fill Caleb’s shoes after he left, but no one could ever take Caleb’s place.  Wren had been in love with Caleb for years, but he was older and not once had she imagined he’d reciprocate her feelings.  Even now, habit made her push down that daydream.
He was just acting like the protective older brother, as he had since the day he found out about her mother’s treatment of her.  He’d changed her life, and that was the beginning of her hero worship.  Before she knew it, her schoolgirl crush had eventually matured and grown into full-blown love.
Dex turned and pulled on his leather jacket.  He started to climb the stairs with Caleb following closely behind, leaving Wren standing in the middle of the big room, alone.   “I’ll be back in a minute,” Caleb said over his shoulder as he left.
Dex’s motorcycle was the only one left in the wide driveway at the back of the house in front of the five-stall garage, signaling that everyone else had already gone.
Before Dex could say a word, Caleb used both of his hands to give Dex’s shoulders a forceful shove that sent him stumbling and falling backward into his bike.  The machine fell over with the loud clang of metal bashing against the pavement, and leaving Dex sprawled face-up over it.
“What the fuck were you doing touching her like that?  Wren is off-limits! You were supposed to protect her, not try to get in her pants!  Have you touched her before this?”
“Son of a bitch!” Dex shouted.  “You just wrecked my bike!  You’re gonna pay for that!”
“Answer me!”  Caleb’s chest was heaving. “What’s going on between you two?”
Dex scrambled to sit up, pushed his weight up off the fallen motorcycle with his hands, and lunged at Caleb without answering; hitting him hard in the middle with his shoulder.  Caleb grunted as the breath was forced from his lungs.  He stumbled backward but didn’t fall.  He pushed Dex back and soon the two were going at each other with fists swinging.  Caleb took a hit on the jaw, pain exploding in his face, before he managed to land a hard right hook to Dex’s temple.  He followed it with a solid left upper cut to his jaw.
Dex fell backward, hard onto the pavement, and landed with a guttural grunt.
“What the hell is your problem?  For Christ’s sake, Caleb, we’re friends!”
Caleb looked down at Dex, his breathing heavy from the exertion of the fight, the fight with his emotions getting the better of him. “Yeah, but friend or not, touch her again and I swear I’ll mother fucking kill you!”
“Wren isn’t fifteen anymore, Caleb!” Dex returned, out of breath and moving to get to his feet.  “She’s an adult and she doesn’t need big brother’s permission to dance with me.”
If anyone was painfully aware of Wren’s age and how she’d blossomed into a gorgeous and graceful young woman, it was Caleb.
“I saw what you were doing, and dancing was the last thing on your goddamned mind!  I could deal with a random guy; but not you.  Anyone but you, Dex!”  
Their eyes met and Dex could see the pain on his friend’s face.  He’d watched Caleb come to Wren’s defense at school, with her mother, or anyone who made fun of her or hurt her for years. He should have seen that Wren was more to Caleb than he’d ever admitted.  It was clear that brotherly was not how his friend felt about Wren.  It was clear that it wouldn’t matter who was trying to get with her; Caleb wouldn’t take it well.
Dex nodded and put up his hand to keep Caleb from hitting him again, while he was down.  “Okay, man. You should’ve said something.”
“You should’ve known.”  Caleb’s brow was furrowed with a scowl firmly planted on his face.  He turned his back and reentered the house, running his hand through his over-long hair, anger still pumping through his veins as he went down the backstairs to the lower level.  He probably didn’t need another drink, but he wanted one.  His body was still on fire, and his mind was raging at him.  He took a deep breath, not sure what the confrontation with Wren was going to be like.  She was sitting on one of the big recliners that were lined up in front of the big projection TV on one end of the room.
Caleb walked past her, between the theater set-up and the pool table to the wet bar along one side.  Foregoing the beer in the full-sized refrigerator, he reached for a glass and the crystal decanter of amber liquid.  It was his father’s expensive single malt scotch.  He’d never liked that shit. He was feeling in need of something stronger, so he poured half the glass full and downed it in one big swallow. It burned all the way down; Caleb could feel it run down his esophagus and into his stomach, the heat leaving a trail that didn’t lessen the tightness in his chest.
He refilled the glass and turned, his gaze intense as it settled on Wren.  The music was still off and Wren hadn’t said anything.  Caleb had fought his desire for Wren for years.   Ever since he’d seen her as she really was without that hideous disguise she always wore when she and her mother first moved in with the Luxon men.  The scotch, along with the beer, might be impairing his judgment just a little, but damn, if she wanted to grow up; he’d help her.
His eyes seared over her body, taking in the short dress that left her legs bare and gave Dex easy access to her ass.  Anger flared inside him again.
“I don’t understand you, Caleb—” Wren began, but he held up his hand to stop her.  He took another swallow of the scotch then sat the glass down on the mahogany bar and walked purposely toward her.
She was amazingly beautiful, and he’d had enough fantasies about her to last a lifetime.  He couldn’t resist the blonde curls that tumbled down her back to her waist.   Her dancer’s body was slight and firm, her skin flawless and smooth.  Caleb’s cock was already hard, but blood surged again, making it throb even more painfully inside his jeans.  
Their eyes met and locked.  Wren could sense a danger behind his eyes, a look that had never been directed at her.  Her body quickened and heat pooled inside her at the intensity in his eyes as he slowly unbuttoned his white shirt.  When he got to her he reached out and took both of her upper arms in his hands, forcefully pulling her up to stand in front of him, close enough to feel the heat radiating between them.  She smelled amazing.  Like spring flowers with a hint of vanilla.  He leaned down and ran the tip of his nose from her shoulder, up the cord of her neck until his mouth was next to her ear.  
He spoke in a guttural whisper. “You wanna play with the big boys?  Then, play with me.”


The only had each other…
Until one forbidden night ruined everything.

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STEPSISTER. He hated that f*cking word.

When their parents got married, the only thing Caleb Luxan had in common with Wren Brashill was that they both hated their parents. When he was sixteen, Caleb discovered Wren's closely guarded secret and vowed to protect her: from that day forward she became the reason for every decision he made.

Jealousy and long-suppressed desire overpowered Caleb's fierce protectiveness and they spent one forbidden and unforgettable night in each other arms, but the aftermath left Caleb panicked, Wren heartbroken, and their relationship in shambles. In the time since that fateful night, he’d only seen her once and had only managed to make the situation even worse.

The sudden death of his estranged father calls Caleb home and face-to-face with Wren for first time in years. He is presented with a choice that forces him to confront the painful memories of his youth and his many regrets with Wren.

Like it or not, his father's last, hard lesson, will demand Caleb deal with his long denied emotions for Wren, or let go of her forever.


About the Author:

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I'm a single mother of one daughter, Olivia. She's amazing in every way.

I was born in the Midwestern United States and educated at a private university where I received a Bachelor's degree in Marketing and Business Administration.

I've always been creative with art, music, theater and writing. I decided to write a story as a way to build a network for a business venture. The reader support of my stories and my overwhelming desire to find out where my characters would take me, soon had the writing morphing the business. No one was more shocked than I. When readers began nominating my work for online awards, it took my breath away and only made me love it more. It soon became clear that writing was, and should be, my focus.

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