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  Erik came to get me in his roommate’s truck. Which was a good thing because I was pretty drunk and probably wouldn’t have been able to sit straight on the back of the bike. “NO puking!” He laughed as he helped me into the passenger side, “Brad will have a total shit fit if you throw up in his truck, so if you need me to pull over make sure you tell me!”

  I nodded my understanding and giggled as he pulled the seatbelt across my chest and buckled next to my hip. As the strap crossed my shoulder, his hand brushed my breast. I suddenly sobered significantly. I felt the bolt of electricity shooting through me where he’d touched me hardening my nipples against the tight fabric of the tank top I was wearing while a throbbing heat moved through my insides, dampening my panties as I thought how it would feel to have his hands on my skin.

  All the way back to his place he laughed and teased me about being drunk. His roommates weren’t home, Brad worked nights. He usually got a ride with a co-worker so Erik would be able to use the truck if he needed it. Jason was on some sort of epic backpacking trip.

  Erik called Mom and Dad to let them know where I was so they wouldn’t worry, then he asked if I wanted a drink.

  We sat on the living room floor, leaning against the couch, drinking vodka and cranberry juice. I was too drunk to handle the controls for his game system and I kept dying so he put in a movie that we ignored while we drank and talked.

  Everything about the memory of that night still brings a smile to my lips. Everything up to the point where it all went terribly wrong. I looked down at the postcards and my eyes went out of focus.

  I knew it was a bad idea when I did it, but I couldn’t stop myself. We had been talking about my last boyfriend at the time and how he had broken up with me and told me I was ugly. Erik had looked me right in the eye and told me how beautiful I was and to never let another boy convince me otherwise.

  That’s when I did it. Maybe it was the vodka, maybe it was the way his deep brown eyes felt like he could see straight into my soul when he looked at me. Maybe it was the thickness that crept into his voice when he told me I was beautiful, making me think that it was something he felt too. That he shared my secret fantasy. That he wanted me too.

  It started out just like a teenage romance movie, I leaned forward and pressed my lips against his and he didn’t back away. He leaned in. He leaned in and he opened his lips and for a minute he kissed me so passionately I thought my heart would explode out of my chest with joy.

  His hand moved to cradle the side of my face as his tongue penetrated my mouth and explored my lips. I moved closer to him, giving him freer access to my body as he pushed closer to me till his chest was pressed against mine, knocking me backwards, pinning me against the floor.

  Will Kelsy let Erik take things farther than a stepbrother ever should? Delve into Stepbrother Confession to find out!

  ALSO BY STEPHANIE BROTHER

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  Stepbrother Holiday

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  Stepbrother Forbidden

  Stepbrother Confession

  Stepbrother’s Inheritance

  Stepbrother Savior

  Stepbrother, My Love

  Step Lover

  Stepbrother Revealed

  2 Stepbrothers. 1 Innocent Girl Series

  Sins of the Stepbrothers

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  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  Stephanie Brother writes scintillating stories of sexual scenes with step-siblings as their main romantic focus. Since that sort of thing has been happening forever, she is pleased to be able to shed some illumination on the intricacies of these complex relationships that form when people who are physically attracted to one another become thwarted through no fault of their own. Stepping lightly into the fray, Ms. Brother ensures that her readers will not only get the full emotional and romantic experience from her stories, but they are guaranteed to be hot enough to fog one’s reading lenses more thoroughly than a Turkish steam bath!