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  They thought THEY were the one, this time.

  The one who would ‘fix’ him and make him theirs forever.

  Only, Brian doesn’t need fixed.

  He’s perfect.

  To hear him tell it, he’s God’s gift to women, with a bullet.

  And, sad to say, the fucker is apparently right about that, too!

  He’s every woman’s fantasy man.

  Handsome.

  Talented.

  Rich.

  And, of course, awesome in bed.

  He really is.

  Perfect.

  I know.

  *****

  We’ve got a meeting in ten minutes, and here I am, still worrying I’ll look fat, or ugly, or that there’s spinach in my teeth.

  You’d think I was on a date with Adonis, or at least George Clooney, the way I am acting.

  And, how did I get so wet so fast?

  I’d better jump in the ladies and take care of that, fast!

  This is just exactly what I didn’t want to happen today.

  Fuck.

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  SPECIAL BONUS EXCERPT TWO: Billionaire Stepbrother - Addiction - The Complete Series

  Kady and Brett Were in Love – Unfortunately, So Were Their Parents!

  Kady watched as her mother married the father of her soul mate, all the while wishing it were she and the muscled and athletic man standing with her at the altar taking their own vows.

  She knew that Brett secretly felt the same for her – she was sure of it! On the rare times they had seen each other before this fateful day, Kady couldn’t help her taboo lust for Brett’s hard, lean body. She ached to drown in his beautiful blue eyes, and feel his passion as he possessed her voluptuous curves.

  But now, he was going to be forever unavailable to her!

  Her need fought against her strong will…and her emotions were winning over against sound judgment!

  She looked over at Brett, who stood staring at her, and the tears began streaming down her face!

  She suddenly bolted from the altar, and ran out of the church!

  Their dreams of happiness were being crushed forever!

  OR WERE THEY?

  When Brett’s sudden business success propels him to the upper echelons of the rich and famous, things take a decidedly unusual turn. When she and Brett are thrust into a web of lies and deceit, Kady finds her heart won’t let her abandon her forbidden desires.

  Will their love be dashed upon the rocks of unforgiving tradition? Can she and her man emerge victorious?

  Follow the passionate, romantic and VERY HOT adventures of these two different couples, as their worlds are suddenly turned upside down, and as they struggle to come to terms with what is right, wrong, forbidden or even possible!

  Billionaire Stepbrother - Addiction - The Complete Series is a stepbrother romance novella with no cliffhangers, and a very satisfying happy ending.

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  Kady was on the rebound, having weathered a disastrous relationship with a fellow classmate named Jeff, who was one of the Varsity golf team players. She had caught him cheating on her with another member of the Varsity golf team, whose name was Juan Rodriguez. She was more amused than disgusted or surprised. She always had a pretty good gaydar, and it surprised her that Jeff had been so attentive to her needs. She chalked it up to experience, and decided she just wanted a night to decompress.

  On a whim, she called Brett, since he was in the same vicinity. His new offices were located in a trendy area of the city, near the riverfront. There were many fine eating and drinking establishments along the river walk. Perhaps she’d get lucky, and find a nice young man to tickle her fancy…or fuck her righteously. She chuckled a bit at that thought. She’d been pretty plain vanilla in her last couple of relationships, always holding herself back a tiny bit. She wasn’t really sure why, and it never occurred to her that she was aching for Brett to be her lover.

  Kady walked around the shops, killing time while waiting for Brett to arrive. They had agreed to an Italian joint that had great pizza and cold beer.

  She couldn’t drink, of course, but there would be plenty of college aged guys who might find a bit of Dutch courage, and ask her to go home with them.

  Kady found she was unusually aroused by the thought, but did not even connect her state with Brett’s arrival. He saw her and waved, and they walked to the restaurant. Brett’s sudden fame had not translated to recognition and being known by the frat crowd, but the owners of the various establishments knew full well who was loaded and who deserved special attention. Neither Brett nor Kady found it unusual to be seated at the finest seats in the house within seconds of having entered. They were so caught up in each other’s attentions, they were oblivious to the ballet and choreographed situation in which they were the center attraction.

  As they ordered a white pizza, with basil and sundried tomatoes, water glasses magically appeared, filled with San Pellegrino. A slice of lemon was in each marvelous goblet, and then fresh baked bread with bruschetta graced their table. They talked and ate, giggling at their shared stories about their parents.

  The waiters moved precisely into position at the most beneficial time, removing or adding an item as was needed. It was perfectly orchestrated to provide the ultimate dining experience.

  Kady said, through a mouthful of pizza, that she was only slightly pissed about Jeff and Juan.

  “What’s that?” asked Brett.

  “Oh, you know,” she said archly. “All the good ones are either taken or gay!”

  They both laughed at that.

  “Or your step-relation,” she added, whimsically.

  Brett almost choked on his food. He coughed and manfully washed it down with some water, trying mightily to not seem so taken aback.

  Kady laughed, and pointed at him, at first.

  Suddenly, she looked at him, realizing that he was truly in some manner of distress.

  “Garçon!” she yelled. Almost instantly, four waiters appeared, ready to assist. Brett assured them he was fine, but he had spilled some water on his shirt. He excused himself, to go to the men’s room to clean up.

  He walked into the bathroom to clean up, and noticed over his shoulder as a large, somewhat inebriated man heading towards Kady. He shrugged and went in to find a towel.

  Kady was mortified when she considered what she had said to Brett. His reaction was predictable, now that she thought about it. How could she have been so stupid, to think he had the same feelings for her as she had for him?

  She felt more alone and down than she had for a very long time. She remembered how things had gone south at her mother’s wedding, and that she had thought long and hard on that situation, for months.

  She had thought she was finally past the issue of her true emotions about Brett, and had put it behind her. Yet, here she was, facing it once again.

  Maybe it was the San Pellegrino, or the fact that this had been one of the easiest dates she had ever been on…

  Wait a minute.

  Did she really think Brett and she were on an actual date?

  Was that what was going on here? Had she gotten so caught up in the romantic notions in her silly head that she was actually entertaining the idea of them being on a date?

  Her thoughts were occupying her so deeply that she did not really see the large, rugged man sit down next to her.

  “Hey, gorgeous!” he said to her.

  “My name’s Scott!” he said, smiling cheerfully. He stuck out a hand, and she considered not shaking, but then decided to be polite after all.

  He gently gripped her hand, and gently brought it to his lips. She supposed he thought he was being gallant, but his sloppy kiss left a fair amount of his saliva on her skin. She found herself repulsed, and shocked.

  He grinned, and took Brett’s napkin and rubbed his spit from her hand.

  “Sorry,
darlin’,” he drawled. “Didn’t mean to do that…”

  “It’s okay,” she said, feeling everything was totally NOT okay.

  Her realization that this drunken guy was hitting on her brought her back to reality, like an ice-cold slap to her face. She got very wary and also decided to end this encounter as quickly as possible.

  “What’s your name, beautiful?” asked Scott.

  “I’m sorry, umm, Scott?” she said.

  “Sorry for what, sweetheart?” he said.

  “Well, Scott, quite frankly I am here with a friend. I am truly sorry, but we already have plans,” she said.

  Scott’s eyes darkened, but his smile remained.

  “Well, the more the merrier, I always say!” he feigned a good-natured response, but she picked up on his innate jealousy instantly.

  “Let me buy you a real drink, honey,” he said. He motioned to one of the worried-looking waiters, who started over.

  “I’m only nineteen, Scott,” she said. She waved the waiter away.

  “Ah, hell, baby! I won’t tell, you won’t,” he said, slurring his words a bit.

  “I don’t roll that way, Scott,” she continued, “and my friend is coming back in a minute, and we will be leaving. We have plans, as I mentioned.”

  She raised her eyebrows and moved in her chair to present a blocking body language, looking over in the direction of the rest rooms. She wished Brett would hurry back.

  Scott grabbed her shoulder and spun her around.

  “Look here, bitch” he said.

  “I was only trying to be friendly. Why did you have to go and make it something serious?” he said.

  He had his nose pressed up close to her face, and his breath reeked of cheap booze. Apparently, he had been drinking for quite some time before he had gotten to the pizza place.

  He seemed as though he was about to actually kiss her, when a hand grasped his shoulder.

  “Hey buddy, why don’t you leave?” asked Brett.

  He had appeared from nowhere, like a ghost.

  Brett dropped his hands into a relaxed posture that looked harmless, to the uninitiated. A seasoned fighter would have known at that point to back down. Brett was as taught as a wound spring, but also as flexible as a whip.

  Scott eyed Brett, looking him up and down. He’d been in a few brawls, and even in his drunken stupor, some part of his brain must have recognized the danger.

  Then, his mouth wrote a check he would never be able to cash.

  Scott said “Why don’t you make me, faggot?”

  He swung on Brett, which was a very drastic mistake.

  Brett had been a Tang Soo Do champion in high school and on the martial arts team during his first year of college. His other courses soon took more precedence in his life, but he always found time once a week to spar and just let off steam at the dojo. Sometimes, he would ask to instruct a class, and was always welcomed.

  Scott, a pretty burly man, had swung high, so Brett ducked under him, and grabbed his shoulder. He kept the man spinning around, until his back was to Brett. Then, Brett kicked him in the backside, and shoved him over the table. The man crashed onto the ground, but was up almost instantly. He grabbed a wine bottle and broke the neck off on a corner of the table. Brandishing it fiercely, he growled at Brett.

  “Come on, you pussy!” he yelled.

  “I don’t want any trouble!” said Brett.

  Brett spread his arms wide, and gestured with his hands to make it appear he was waving off any conflict. “If you leave now, I will pay for the damages and your dinners.”

  In reality, he was gaining momentum to make a very delicate strike, and his concentration was at its highest. He tried to ignore Kady, who was taking all of this in with her hands near to her mouth.

  Scott yelled “You fuckin’ cunt!” at Kady, and then he waved the bottle at Brett. He was setting himself up to charge, and Brett tried one last time.

  “Seriously, this is a big mistake,” he said to Scott.

  Brett looked at the man, knowing his generous gestures were futile. The man was too angry and had already lost a lot of face. An aggravated assault charge was something he was not able to fully conceive, in his state.

  Brett had given the man an out, but Scott was determined to fight.

  He lunged at Brett.

  Brett, sidestepping the drunken brute, kicked down as Scott slashed wildly at him, and barely missed Kady at the same time with his other grasping hand. His fingers barely caught a few strands of her hair, and she screamed.

  Brett’s kick hit the man’s leg, behind his knee. He fell to the floor, again. He tried to get up, but the muscles were sprained. He limped over to a seat, and sat down, just as the local police arrived.

  The proprietor made it clear that Brett and Kady had been accosted by the now obviously drunken Scott, who was stupidly trying to explain just why Kady was such a bitch, and Brett the world’s largest asshole.

  The cops cuffed him and took him out to their patrol car. He kept up his belligerent attitude until one of the policemen, tired of his nonsense, tased him to the ground.

  The police threw Scott into a squad car and drove away.

  Breathing a bit hard, Brett sat on the sidelines, Kady holding tight to him.

  She had managed to maneuver herself so she was sitting on his lap, insisting to him that the broken chair left nowhere else for her to sit. She was hugging tight to his strong neck, his shoulder muscles rippling when he moved to position her more comfortably.

  He had been fine during the fight, but as soon as Kady sat on his lap, he was sporting a truly remarkable erection.

  Kady’s squirming on it was not helping out a bit. And, she seemed determined to keep at it until he came in his pants!

  Kady was on fire. Brett’s victory had lit the match, and her own passions had begun to mount. She looked at him like a lion eying a raw zebra steak. Her own eyes smoldered with urgent passion, each moment was an effort to avoid just ripping his clothes off and shoving his giant dick into her hungry mouth.

  Her loins were wet and ached for Brett’s massive cock to invade her. She was gasping at each small movement as she pushed against him.

  They were saved by the owner coming up to them, insisting that their meals and drinks were on the house, as were their next three visits. He was embarrassed beyond belief, and truly hurt that this unfortunate incident had happened to two of his most beloved customers.

  Brett assured him that it had nothing to do with him, and offered to pay for the damages. The owner looked appalled and shocked, and made some gestures to his major domo.

  The next thing they knew, Brett and Kady were escorted into a black limousine, with the darkest tint ever imaginable. They sat in the luxurious cabin, surrounded by opulence and every known convenience. There were large screen monitors, showing both the exterior of the limo, a real-time GPS map, and a menu for selecting drinks and snacks.

  Brett and Kady, knowing that each of them were beginning to admit their feelings for the other, stared at their reflections in the dark-tinted windows. They were not sure what was happening.

  As the vehicle maneuvered through the darkening streets, they worried that they had maybe been kidnapped. Their cell phone signals were being blocked. They had not been able to call their parents or friends as everything had happened so rapidly after the altercation with Scott.

  Now, they exchanged worried whispers with one another. Brett pushed the intercom button, and the driver asked if they needed anything.

  Brett asked where they were going.

  After a few more minutes of conversing with the driver over the private intercom, they knew that they were being whisked away to a private manse. When they arrived, they would discover a world where there were neither limits nor restrictions on personal behavior and responsibility. Their very personal adventure had begun!

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