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Blurb:
It was a onetime indulgence—a random encounter between strangers. A good girl’s dirty little secret with her bad boy stepbrother. Anything else is forbidden. Or is it?
Genre/Theme:
Stepbrother Romance, New Adult, new lovers, secret lovers, scandalous romance, forbidden romance
Copyright ©Nicole Austin, 2016
Excerpt:
Chapter One
CARLY
I pushed hard, grunting as I used all my strength to cram my
overstuffed bag into the bin, but it stubbornly refused to succumb to my will. Glancing
toward the front of the plane, I saw the scowling flight attendant headed my
way.
“Dammit, get in there.” No way was I paying to check my
stuff so the airline could lose it. We all know how that goes. So not
happening.
A warm body moved in behind me and two large, tanned hands
appeared next to mine on the red fabric. Soft lips brushed my ear, deep whiskey-rough
voice instructing, “Harder, sweetness.”
Fuck me. The guy bracketing my body from behind smelled like
hot wild sex—a combination of
spicy cologne and musky male. I hissed in a breath through my teeth when his
hard angles met my soft curves, his pelvis fitting perfectly against my ass as he
slammed forward and we crammed my bag into the small space. My entire body
heated and melted into him, making it difficult to move away.
I sighed heavily as I forced my feet into motion and ducked
into the row, claiming the window seat. Turning toward the aisle, I flashed a grateful
smile at my hero, intending to utter a quick thank you. The words died on my
lips as my eyes landed on the most gorgeous bad boy ever.
Instant girl boner.
Tall, dark and muscular with an unmistakable edge of danger.
The exact kind of guy my mom warned me to steer clear of, which of course made
him unbelievably attractive. He oozed sex appeal from his just-fucked artfully
mussed black hair to smoldering blue-gray eyes and the cocky grin on those
sensual lips. Then there was his body—lean and muscular, powerful and athletic,
pussy clenching hotness. Sinful as fuck.
A Nine Inch Nails concert shirt molded to his sculpted
torso, covered by an open button-down that matched his eyes, cuffs rolled up to
bare his forearms, just a hint of ink peeking out beneath the material. The
faded straight-leg jeans he wore weren’t too tight or too loose, fitting him
just right.
“Sir,” the flight attendant called out and he turned to face
her, giving me a great view of his fine ass lovingly encased in soft denim.
The older woman licked her lips and blatantly let her gaze
wander over him. She placed a hand on his biceps, fingers stroking, feeling him
up right there in the aisle as boarding passengers scooted around them.
“Is there anything
you need?” she purred.
Strong emphasis on anything. Damn, she looked thirsty. Her
tone and flirtatious demeanor made it clear she’d fuck him in a heartbeat. I’m
sure the majority of the women on the plane would.
Bad Boy’s gaze took a long stroll over her plastic body by
Mattel before he leaned in close and whispered something that had the woman all
but drooling on him. She let that wandering hand stray to his pecs and gave him
a saucy wink before reluctantly turning to assist an elderly woman.
Irritated and irrationally jealous, I called out, “Bye,
Felicia.”
Bad Boy flashed a smirk my way and shrugged, his self-assured,
arrogant attitude silently declaring, They
all want me; what’s a hot guy to do?
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