I came to college
with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell
in love with the anti-stepbrother instead?
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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
The sun shone into
the room, and it took me a few moments to realize where I was. I didn’t
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
bed… I slept in his bed!
“Your alarm’s about
to go off in ten minutes,” 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. Caden’s slow, smooth chuckle
told me he knew what I’d just done. My cheeks only warmed a little.
I shot him a look,
falling back to the pillow. “I feel like this should be the first skip day of
my school career.”
“You’ve never skipped
before?”
I shook my head,
rolling it side to side on the pillow. “Am I missing out? Should I embrace my
inner deviant?”
He smirked. “You can
skip a class for any reason in the world. It’s your life.”
I sat up, eyeing that
coffee. “You were supposed to be the bad influence.”
His eyebrow lifted.
“I’m not selling it enough?” He lifted his cup. “You want some coffee?”
“I’m wondering if
today is the day I try coffee too.”
“You’ve never had
coffee?”
“I’m beginning to
think I’m lame.” I thought about it. “Really lame.”
“You slept at some
guy’s house last night. Think of it that way.” His smirk was back. “Not so lame
now.”
I could do one
better. “I slept at a fraternity
house.”
“And you drank beer.”
“It was the second
night in a row that I drank beer.”
“See? Not so lame after
all.”
“You’re right.” I sat
up. “I’m halfway to total badass.”
He grinned. “We
cuddled last night, and you could think of it as dry humping. You almost got
some last night.”
Except I hadn’t, 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.
“You carried me to
bed. Almost the same thing.”
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.
“Nothing’s the same
as sliding inside,” he murmured after a moment. “The 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. I’ve gotta step off the joke train for a
moment here. Nothing is remotely the same as that feeling.”
Fuck. My pulse
spiked.
He tossed me a look.
“Maybe I’ll cop a feel the next time.”
I pretended to groan.
“One more notch on my badass peg. You better cop a feel next time.”
“Is that all I am to
you? A notch on the bedpost? I feel so used, Stoltz.”
Okay. My last name.
We were back on familiar ground here. But my grin was still a little shaky.
“Get used to it,
Banks. I’m only disguised as this plain Jane. Inside there’s a wild woman just
waiting to be let loose.”
He didn’t reply.
He stared at me for a
few more seconds, then straightened from the doorway. “There’s nothing plain
about you, Summer.”
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.
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