Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.
He was also to-die-for gorgeous,
and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.
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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?
Review
**5 Star**
Where do I begin with this review? I wanted to read it purely because Tijan wrote it. It’s no secret I am a Mason Kade lover, but hot d*mn, Caden Banks might have just taken over. That right there is serious business, hands down.
Summer Stoltz has been in love with her stepbrother since her dad married his mom. After following him to the college he went to be with him, she learns the hard way that he is a jerk in more way then one. Having been jerked around by him she isn’t prepared for Caden or feelings that come with him. What might have started out as an unusual friendship ends up being something more for Summer in the most perfect way ever.
Caden Banks. Where do I even begin? How about with, I love him. He’s tall, he’s tattooed, he’s muscly and he is the unspoken leader of the fraternity. After having family drama of his own and keeping things to himself, he wasn’t prepared for Summer. Caden wasn’t one to have friends, he isn’t one to protect but when he does protect, he protects those that ARE friends. Summer came out of nowhere for him and watching their relationship develop had to be one of my absolute favorite things.
I have to say, to date, I think this is my absolute favorite TIjan story. Caden is so far from what Summer was wanting, but I am so glad with how it ended. I am so excited for people to read this. To fall in love with Summer and her Summer-isms and to fall in love with Caden just for being him.
About Tijan
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.
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.
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