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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, Stephanie hopes that her readers will enjoy the full emotional and romantic experience as much as she’s enjoyed writing them.
Here is a short sample from the book:
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.”