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There’s something special about Laura. Something mind-blowing. Something… familiar.

Alex

Laura Chapman made it up to my hotel room, got naked, and then bailed, leaving me with a serious case of blue balls.

There is more to Laura than just a nervous virgin, and I soon find myself coming face to face with an emotional blast from the past.

I can’t let Laura go, but the minute I’m back in her life everything goes to shit. I’m going to protect her, but who am I protecting her from?

Laura

Alex Garland was the boy next door, and we played together as kids. Then my mom was nearly killed by a stalker, and we had to move away. New name, new address, new school, new everything. No more Alex.

That is, until I met him in a club and went back to his hotel room.

Alex is back in my life, but so is my mom’s stalker. The stalker wants to pick up where he left off and destroy everything we’ve built in the last ten years.

What is Alex’s connection to my mom’s stalker? Have I ruined everything by hooking up with the boy next door?

The debut stepbrother romance novel from Jessica Ashe

Last week I made the biggest mistake of my life—Caiden Ramsden. He's a cocky, arrogant prick who is sleeping his way around London. I normally stay well clear of bad-boys, but he's ripped, sexy, and impossible to resist.

I'm supposed to be clever. I'm a straight A student going to the University of Cambridge. So why was I attracted to such an arsehole? I should know better.

Sleeping with him was a big mistake, but I had no idea just how big until he showed up at my house with his mom. Caiden is about to be my new stepbrother. I have to forget what happened between us, but I don't know how to get him out of my head. And I'm not sure I want to.

Women claim to hate me. Apparently I'm arrogant and cocky, but that doesn't stop women lining up to screw me. And they always come back for more. It turns out posh English women love American bad boys.    

Sure, I slept around, but I had rules in place. Rules that had served me well until Vicky came into my life.

The Golden Rule = don't sleep with any first-timers.

I had that rule in place for a reason, but I couldn't help myself when Vicky made her intentions clear. I broke the Golden Rule and my world collapsed around me.    

Now I needed Vicky in my life, but she was about to be my stepsister. Vicky had given me the most memorable night of my life. Stepsister or not, there was no way I was letting her go without a fight.

This is a standalone novel with a HEA and no cliffhanger. Contains scenes of a sexual nature and is intended for adults only.

The man flashed a grin at me as he walked out of the convenience store clutching a large box of condoms. Caiden? It couldn’t be him. I’d been seeing his face everywhere since I lost my virginity to him last week. I must have been imagining things.

Caiden couldn’t be here. Not in my local corner shop a hundred miles from where he was staying in London.

There was no mistaking that grin, though. It screamed ‘I’m a cocky, arrogant, arsehole who’s in love with my own reflection.’

That grin had charmed most of the girls I went to school with, and a few of them even ended up going back to his penthouse in London for drunken one-night stands.

So had I. He’d grinned at me like that when I’d undressed in front of him last week just before he took my virginity.

Snap out of it Victoria, you’re imagining things.
Caiden was living in London for the summer and would soon be returning home to America. Why would he be in my sleepy little town?

“You okay, Victoria?” Betty asked, as she took the bread, cheese, and cold meat from my shopping basket.

Betty had been working in this shop for as long as I could remember. When we first came here as a small child, Betty had owned the small, independent store, and she worked seven days a week all year round.

At some point, a big supermarket chain had noticed the prestigious piece of real estate in Windsor and had purchased the shop from Betty. I’d felt sorry for her at first. She’d cried when they took the sign down and changed the name, but a few weeks later she looked noticeably happier. She only had to work five days a week now and she once told me she preferred being bossed around than being the boss herself.

“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. Thanks, Betty,” I replied.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Betty said. “That’ll be £7.65.”

“I’m just tired from the journey home,” I said, as I slid my debit card in the chip and pin machine. Caiden was no ghost. A ghost wouldn’t have given me the best night of my life. I shuddered as I thought back to the moment he entered me; temporary pain quickly giving way to wave after wave of pleasure.

I hadn’t done much that first time other than just lay there. He had done all the work, but he was the expert after all. I made up for it the second time. And the time after that.

“I’m sure your father will be delighted to have you back home,” Betty said. “I always ask after you whenever he comes in here, and he tells me how well you’re doing at school. I hear you’re off to uni in a few months? Cambridge is it?”

I nodded. I hadn’t told my dad I’d been accepted by the University of Cambridge, but he’d already gone around telling everyone about it as if it were a done deal. Typical.

“Yes,” I replied, taking the food and slipping it into my backpack. I looked behind me to check that no-one was waiting to pay. “This might sound like an odd question, but did the last customer have an American accent?”

“I don’t know,” Betty replied. “He just put the condoms down and paid without saying a word. Come to think of it, his card wouldn’t work in the pin machine and I’d never heard of the bank on the card. I guess he could have been American. I know one thing about him though.”

“What’s that?” I asked.

Betty motioned for me to lean in closer. “He’s got one hell of a nice arse and he’s just bought a big box of condoms. Why don’t you go out there and introduce yourself?”  

“Betty!” I exclaimed, immediately blushing red like I was still the virgin I had been a week ago. “I’m not going to sleep with some strange guy.” Not again. Never again. “Especially not one covered in tattoos.”