Authors: Stephanie Brother
Samantha
I
hate jetlag but I’m pushing through it because we’ve finally arrived after so
many hours cooped up on a plane and Brandon is too excited to sleep.
We pay for our tickets outside the zoo, and I
wilt a little in the scorching Australian sunshine.
Bran is tugging me along at a pace, his
powerfully long strides too fast for me to comfortably keep up with.
“Brandon, they’re not going anywhere,” I laugh,
resorting to a slight jog.
“I’ve waited a long time to see one of these in
flesh,” he says in a teasing voice.
“Hurry your ass up.”
I humph but keep moving as he follows the map towards
the enclosure he’s most interested in.
I’m just so damn happy that we’ve made it so far together and that I can
finally experience this with the right person by my side.
It’s been ten months since the day I was kidnapped,
and Brandon has been with me ever since.
I can’t express how amazing it is to finally have him back in my life. I
am blessed to have met a person who truly is my partner, the other piece of my
soul.
It’s been a hard transition for him.
At times I know he felt awkward settling
back into my world. He’s kept nothing apart from clothes and sundries from the
time we were apart.
His dad hasn’t been
in touch and I know Brandon is relieved.
My dad on the other hand couldn’t be happier.
Don’t get me wrong, it was a shock at
first.
But he loves us both and can see
how happy we are together.
In the beginning it was a mix of tragedy – the death
of my mother – and the new love between our parents that brought us
together.
More tragedy was responsible
for us being driven apart.
I often
wonder whether we would have found each other again if Adam hadn’t called me
that day.
The string of circumstances
that put me back in Brandon’s life seem too long and tenuous to
contemplate.
I stand watching as my stepbrother presses his nose
against the barrier encircling the wombats, so like his ten-year-old self I am
almost transported back in time.
He
turns and beckons me closer and I stand with him, shoulder to shoulder, to
watch the ridiculous brown furry creatures amble around.
I watch him and am so damn proud of the man I
have by my side.
He’s back in school,
determined to get the qualifications he needs to do the things he loves.
He sold his apartment and has used the money
his mom left him to fund his education.
It’s his way out of a bad place and I’m just happy for the change.
He’s told me some about what his life was
like but he prefers that I don’t get involved.
He hasn’t been in touch with Adam and I don’t ask him about it. He talks
when he needs to.
I love him for every
flaw, because they made him stronger.
I
know he still carries a gun just in case, but not in Australia.
Here we are free to be kids again, and, as he
tugs me over to where we can line up to hold the wombat, I giggle and hug him
tight.
“We did it, Bran,” I say smiling.
“Sammie and Bran Bran, friends forever.”
He kisses me and reaches down to hold my left
hand, fingering the thin wedding band that had been his mother’s.
“Yeah, baby,” he says, his broad smile creasing the
corners of his beautiful lake colored eyes.
“We did it.”
Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories
with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. She's always been curious
about the forbidden, and this is her way of exploring such complex
relationships that threaten to keep her couples apart. As she writes her way to
her dream job, Ms. Brother hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional
and romantic experience as much as she's enjoyed writing them.
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Huge – A Stepbrother Romance
I didn’t mean to see it.
It’s his fault for leaving his
door open while he was getting changed.
I've seen my stepbrothers gorgeous, ripped body
before, and have been half in love with him since he moved into my house.
He’s cocky and sexy and when he calls me
princess I want to punch him in the mouth.
But I’ve never seen a d*ck that big, and now that I
have, I can’t seem to think of anything else.
I want him, but crossing the line could risk the
happiness of our new home.
Harrison would never make the first move, so I guess
I’m going to have to find a way.
And the masked Halloween party at his best friend’s
house seems like too good an opportunity to pass up.
HUGE is a 14,000 word novelette, suitable for 18+
readers who like it EXTRA LARGE!
Excerpt
Chapter 1
Confessions
My name is Jenna and I’m a pervert.
Well, not really, at least not
purposefully.
I place all the blame on
my stepbrother, Harrison, for leaving his bedroom door ajar whilst he was
changing.
I mean, he knows I’m in the
house and that there’s a chance I might be upstairs.
And I guess I should put some of it down to
fate or karma or whatever, for sending me walking passed at just the right
moment to see his amazing naked body full frontal.
That chest.
Those abs.
Gloriously smooth tan skin and the little happy trail
leading down from his navel to areas I’ve tried never to think about
before.
I mean, we have a pool in our
back yard so it’s not like I’ve never seen him in swimwear, but baggy board
shorts still cover a lot.
Maybe I shouldn’t have been looking into his room as I
passed.
I guess I’m guilty of that.
He deserves his privacy, I suppose.
But if he valued it that much he wouldn’t
have been toweling himself dry where anyone could walk passed and see his cock
in all its glory, would he?
And glorious
it was too.
I’m no virgin but I’ve never seen a dick like that
before.
Even hanging like it was it
looked like it had a life of its own.
Long and straight and thick as my forearm.
Perfectly smooth and tan like the skin on the
rest of his body.
And everything so
neatly trimmed too.
Fuck, I’m salivating just thinking about it and my
poor neglected fuffie is all hot and bothered.
It’s been a few couple of months since I decided that my ex, Bradley,
wasn’t doing anything for me that I couldn’t do for myself.
All that boring talk about football killed
any feelings I had for him.
On our last
date I got close to stuffing my ears with chunks of bread roll to block out his
drone.
But Harrison’s not like that.
We’ve only been living in the same house for
a year, since our parents finally decided that their three years of dating was
indeed true love and tied the knot.
It
was strange at first to be waking up in the same household as such a gorgeous
slice of manhood, but I was with Bradley at the time so I tried not to feel
attracted to my new stepbrother.
The
trouble is, in addition to being a total hottie, Harrison is also really funny,
and interesting, and caring, and now that I’m single I can admit to having a
total crush on him.
Does it count as a crush when you think about someone
all the time and wish like hell they weren’t related to you by marriage?
Does it count as a crush when your heart
hurts a little bit each time you see them with another girl, even when they
aren’t dating?
I think it might be more than a crush.
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Perfect – A Stepbrother Romance
Description
The first time I met Billy Taylor,
we came this close to having sex in the parking lot of a bar.
I was upset, okay? I'd just dumped my lying, cheating boyfriend.
I had my perfect life with him all planned out, and then he ruined it when he
put his hands on another woman.
Billy isn't like him, or any other man I've known ... but I can't let myself
think about Billy.
Or his amazing, sculpted, gorgeous Greek-god body.
No. I can't.
And I absolutely, positively mustn't fantasize about finishing what we started.
We could never work. Ever.
I'm all about the city.
He's country down to the bone.
And if that's not enough ... he's also my soon-to-be stepbrother.
So I can't think about the way he keeps teasing me, flirting with me, driving
me crazy.
Or remember the way his body felt against mine in that parking lot, all heat
and hard muscle.
And the times he's been nice when I really needed it.
I have a plan for my life, dammit.
And Billy Taylor is not part of it.
If I keep telling myself that, maybe I'll even believe it.
PERFECT is a stepbrother romance novella with no
cliffhangers
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and a very happy ending.
Excerpt
My eyes go back to him as if pulled by a magnet. I'm pretty sure my two hands
wouldn't be able to meet if I circled them around his upper arm, and something
in me suddenly wants to try. I risk a downward glance and see strong thigh
muscles straining against tight jeans. He's wearing heavy boots with mud on
them. I’ve never considered myself a fan of the country boy type, but then
again, I’ve never been this close to one. My heart picks up pace the more I
look at him.
I pull my eyes back to his face, not wanting to get caught checking him out.
He's got fine stubble creating a sexy shadow along his jaw, and somehow it
looks natural, not like the highly manicured facial hair I'm used to seeing on
men in the city. This man next to me doesn't look anything like men in the
city.
I picture Clay, his lean frame clothed in a perfect suit and
expensive tie; his overly groomed hair. Maybe a little attention from a rough
and tumble country boy is just what I need to push my lying, cheating
ex-boyfriend out of my head.
I take the final gulp of my whiskey and Coke and then put a
hand on the man's broad shoulder. "I really do need to go," I say.
"Would you be a gentleman and walk me to my car?"
His eyes widen and I smile at his surprised response to my
invitation. I start to pull out my wallet but he stops me. "I've got
it," he says. He tosses two bills on the counter and then backs up just
enough to give me space to slip off the stool.
As I walk towards the exit, he escorts me with his warm hand
gently resting on the small of my back. The heat of his touch radiates
throughout my body. He moves ahead of me and holds the door open. He
is
a
gentleman,
or maybe not,
I think, as his eyes hungrily scan my
body when I move past him. Once we're outside, he places his hand on my back
again, though this time the position is lower.
"Where are you parked?" he says, in a voice that’s deeper and more
serious-sounding than it was in the bar.
"Around this way.” I gesture to the left.
As soon as we pass the side of the building and are out of view of the
entrance, I stop and turn toward him, and his arms circle around me. We look
into each other's eyes for the briefest of moments before our mouths are drawn
together. I reach up around his neck and pull him closer.
I can taste beer on his lips, and the unfamiliarity of the
flavor
almost jolts me to my senses, but then he's pressing against me, and the feel
of his massive, hard body makes me melt into him. I've always been attracted to
intellectual or professional types, men with more developed minds than
physiques. This man's body feels like a science lesson in muscle anatomy. He
must work out for hours every day to maintain such well-defined bulk.
While I'm
marveling
at the sheer size and density of
him, he seems to be enjoying my body as well. He slides his hands over my silky
blouse and then lower to my skirt, where he pulls my hips against him. He could
easily crush me, but his touch is tender yet firm as he caresses my body.
Our kisses deepen, and I feel a jolt of pure desire when he runs his tongue
along my lower lip. Then he nips at it gently and I purr involuntarily before
meeting his tongue with mine.
“You taste good,” he murmurs when we pause to catch our breath. He backs me up
against the side of the building and slips a hand under my blouse. Though his
touch is warm, I shiver as he grasps the bare skin at my waist. “You
feel
good
too,” he says in a low, gravelly voice that does funny things to my body.
Funny, tingly things that threaten to melt me into a puddle at his feet.
I curl my fingers into the hair at the back of his neck and dig my nails into
his flesh as I pull his mouth back to mine. With my other hand, I blindly
explore all those muscles I'd been admiring in the bar. His chest is so hard,
and his massive arms are now surrounding me as I'm trapped between him and the
wall.
Our kisses grow desperate and I can feel his breathing change. His hand snakes
further up my torso and brushes over my bra. He nips again at my swollen lip as
his fingers find my nipple and pull at it through the thin fabric. My legs go
weak as dizzying impulses fire throughout my body.
"Where's your car?" he breathes against my ear before he pulls my
earlobe into his mouth and tugs. Before I answer, he continues, "Never
mind. My truck’s around back."
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