Today is the excerpt reveal for Anti-Stepbrother by Tijan. Anti-Stepbrother is releasing August 22, 2016!
Title: Anti-Stepbrother
Author: Tijan
Series: standalone
Genres: New Adult Contemporary Romance.
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Blurb:
He told me to ‘settle, girl.’
He asked if ‘something was wrong with me?’
He said I was an โeasy target.โ
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 stepbrotherโs 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
The sun shone into the room, and it took me a few moments to realize where I was. I didnโt recognize the king-size bed, or the black sheets, but then Caden walked past the open door and all the memories flooded into place.
I slept at his place.
I glanced around the bedโฆ I slept in his bed!
โYour alarmโs about to go off in ten minutes,โ Caden called from the doorway. He had a cup of coffee in hand and wore only jeans.
I tried to keep my eyes front and center, but I lost. The tattoos were a nice little zig-zag pattern, pulling my gaze down, all the way down. Cadenโs slow, smooth chuckle told me he knew what Iโd just done. My cheeks only warmed a little.
I shot him a look, falling back to the pillow. โI feel like this should be the first skip day of my school career.โ
โYouโve never skipped before?โ
I shook my head, rolling it side to side on the pillow. โAm I missing out? Should I embrace my inner deviant?โ
He smirked. โYou can skip a class for any reason in the world. Itโs your life.โ
I sat up, eyeing that coffee. โYou were supposed to be the bad influence.โ
His eyebrow lifted. โIโm not selling it enough?โ He lifted his cup. โYou want some coffee?โ
โIโm wondering if today is the day I try coffee too.โ
โYouโve never had coffee?โ
โIโm beginning to think Iโm lame.โ I thought about it. โReally lame.โ
โYou slept at some guyโs house last night. Think of it that way.โ His smirk was back. โNot so lame now.โ
I could do one better. โI slept at a fraternity house.โ
โAnd you drank beer.โ
โIt was the second night in a row that I drank beer.โ
โSee? Not so lame after all.โ
โYouโre right.โ I sat up. โIโm halfway to total badass.โ
He grinned. โWe cuddled last night, and you could think of it as dry humping. You almost got some last night.โ
Except I hadnโt, and we were in the friend zone. Why were my hands curling around the covers into tight balls? I glanced down and forced them to loosen, then shrugged, trying to be the nonchalant badass I was.
โYou carried me to bed. Almost the same thing.โ
Suddenly, the joking was gone, and his eyes burned. I could feel his heat from across the room, and my body reacted, instantly warming even before he said a word.
โNothingโs the same as sliding inside,โ he murmured after a moment. โThe feel of being in there, feeling that clench around you, knowing you can push as deep as you want, as hard or gently as you want. Nope. Iโve gotta step off the joke train for a moment here. Nothing is remotely the same as that feeling.โ
Fuck. My pulse spiked.
He tossed me a look. โMaybe Iโll cop a feel the next time.โ
I pretended to groan. โOne more notch on my badass peg. You better cop a feel next time.โ
โIs that all I am to you? A notch on the bedpost? I feel so used, Stoltz.โ
Okay. My last name. We were back on familiar ground here. But my grin was still a little shaky.
โGet used to it, Banks. Iโm only disguised as this plain Jane. Inside thereโs a wild woman just waiting to be let loose.โ
He didnโt reply.
He stared at me for a few more seconds, then straightened from the doorway. โThereโs nothing plain about you, Summer.โ
About the Author:
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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