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  Table of Contents

  His Brother’s Wife

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  Hot Seller: First Time with the Major

  Blurb

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Epilogue 1

  Hot Deleted Scene 1: The forest

  Hot Deleted Scene 2: Restrained

  Hot Deleted Scene 3: It’s going to be forever

  Epilogue 2

  Hot Seller: Going Deep

  Blurb

  Chapter One: Detective Daniel Dutton

  Chapter Two: Hannah Silvestri

  Chapter Three: Danny O’Shea

  Chapter Four: Hannah

  Chapter Five: Richie Silvestri

  Chapter Six: Danny

  Chapter Seven: Hannah

  Chapter Eight: Danny

  Chapter Nine: Hannah

  Chapter Ten: Danny

  Chapter Eleven: Richie

  Chapter Twelve: Danny

  Chapter Thirteen: Hannah

  Chapter Fourteen: Danny

  Chapter Fifteen: Richie

  Chapter Sixteen: Danny

  Chapter Seventeen: Hannah

  Chapter Eighteen: Richie

  Chapter Nineteen: Danny

  Chapter Twenty: Hannah

  Chapter Twenty-one: Danny

  Chapter Twenty-two: Hannah

  Chapter Twenty-Three: Danny

  Chapter Twenty-Four: Hannah

  Chapter Twenty-Five: Danny

  Chapter Twenty-Six: Hannah

  Chapter Twenty-Seven: Danny

  Epilogue: Hannah

  Hot Deleted Scene

  Hot Seller: Falling For Her

  Chapter 1: Fay

  Chapter 2: Neil

  Chapter 3: Fay

  Chapter 4: Neil

  Chapter 5: Fay

  Chapter 6: Neil

  Chapter 7: Fay

  Chapter 8: Neil

  Chapter 9: Fay

  Chapter 10: Neil

  Chapter 11: Fay

  Chapter 12: Neil

  Chapter 13: Fay

  Chapter 14: Neil

  Chapter 15: Fay

  Chapter 16: Neil

  Chapter 17: Fay

  Chapter 18: Neil

  Chapter 19: Fay

  Chapter 20: Neil

  Epilogue: Fay

  Cowboy Romance Stories

  Sneak Peak: Obsessed

  Blurb

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Sneak Peak: The Perfect Gift

  Chapter 1: Dex

  Chapter 2: Casey

  Chapter 3: Dex

  Chapter 4: Casey

  Chapter 5: Dex

  Sneak Peak: Claimed

  Blurb

  Chapter 1: Adriana

  Chapter 2: Milos

  Chapter 3: Adriana

  Chapter 4: Milos

  Chapter 5: Adriana

  Sneak Peak: Mine Forever

  Blurb

  Chapter 1: Jess

  Chapter 2: Drew

  Chapter 3: Jess

  Chapter 4: Drew

  Chapter 5: Jess

  Sneak Peak: Body Heat

  Blurb

  Prolog: Zoe Maxwell

  Chapter One: Zoe

  Chapter Two: Chad Walters

  Chapter Three: Zoe

  Chapter Four: Chad

  Chapter Five: Zoe

  His Brother’s Wife

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  This is a work of fiction. While, as in all fiction, the literary perceptions and insights are based on life experiences and conclusions drawn from research, all names, characters, places and specific instances are products of the author’s imagination and used fictitiously. No actual reference to any real person, living or dead, is intended or inferred.

  Blurb

  Jason Banks works for his father, who owns a huge corporation. It's family run, family owned, and more than Jason can take at times. He is close with his brother Jordan until he makes a shady move and ditches his beautiful wife Tiffany. Jason had always had a small crush on Tiffany, but he didn’t know the rules and wasn’t sure if moving in on his brother’s ex was taboo or up for grabs. His dreams may be for his happily ever after, but she just might have other ideas.

  Tiffany Wells was a gorgeous buxom blonde who knew exactly what she wanted. She grew up in a home with two junkie parents, but that didn’t stop her from getting into NYU and eventually working for the largest Media Conglomerate in the country. She thought she had it all, the handsome husband, the amazing job, and the bright future. That is until her husband decided her diagnosis of disease was cause for a quick and speedy divorce. In the midst of her pain, her sulking, and her heart break she just might find relief with her ex-brother-in-law. But will it be a forever kind of love or a lead me into disaster epic fail?

  Chapter 1

  Jason

  The last place I wanted to be was here, sitting at this bar, waiting for my brother to come in, but it was our routine and I wasn’t about to make trouble between us—well, at least not more trouble than there already was. I was starting to feel like working for the family business had gone a completely different way than I’d anticipated. My father had created this media company with just the pennies in his and my mom’s pockets. Through the years and with some serious hard work, Banks Media had become a force in the business. We spanned seven countries and pretty much took over the media relations sector of journalism. Of course, it was destined for my brother Jordan and I to work at the company and then eventually run it together. On a business level, Jordan and I saw eye to eye, so running a company with him wasn’t what I was worried about. It was his private life that had come into question on a daily basis.

  I saw the man every single day, including weekends when we went to our parents for events and cookouts. Spending that much time with my brother was a bit overwhelming in nature, especially when he had become
the biggest douchebag I ever met. I was no saint, by any means, and never really had a steady relationship with any woman, but I was upfront and honest about it. He dragged his wife, Tiffany, through the mud and back. Jordan had fallen for Tiffany before they had ever spoken a word, not that I could blame him with her gorgeous blond hair, green eyes, and a body that belonged in a pinup ad, but it wasn’t until his father hired her on that he really got close to her. Everyone was ecstatic when they announced their engagement, she was one of the sweetest girls I’d ever come across, and Jordan actually seemed like he was settling down and becoming more patient and caring. Well, that lasted an entire three months, and now, we had to deal with this divorce that literally came out of nowhere.

  The door swung open behind me, and Jordan’s smug laugh rang out as he greeted the bartender before slapping me hard on the shoulder. He pulled up a stool next to me and ordered a beer, a maniacal grin on his face. It was late, I was tired, and the last thing I wanted was to listen to him gloat about his impending divorce. I hoped he was worn out from the day, but that was too much to wish for.

  “It’s almost over,” he chuckled. “On Monday, we will officially not be married any longer. Thank God, I have some good lawyers.”

  “You mean dad had some good lawyers,” I grumbled, scooting his hand off my shoulder. It looked like I wasn’t going to be very good at holding back my opinion.

  “What’s up with you? You seem a bit more tense than usual,” he said looking over at me. “And that’s saying a lot for you.”

  “Just tell me,” I said turning quickly toward him. “Why the fuck would you give up on this girl after chasing her for so long?”

  “She can’t have kids,” he said smugly. “I didn’t sign up for that shit.”

  “You’re a fucking dick,” I said nodding to the bartender for my tab.

  “How?” He turned to me angrily. “When I wanted a kid, to carry on this legacy because God knows you don’t have any prospects, she wouldn’t be able to give me that. It wasn’t what I thought it would be, so how is our marriage supposed to even work? What’s the fucking point of it?”

  “So, what? You just said the vows and didn’t think about what they really meant? You know there's more than one way to have a child, dickhead. You could adopt. There are thousands of children out there who need a good home.” I threw cash down on the bar and stood up, drinking the last gulp of my beer.

  “What the fuck does it matter to you? Why are you so bent out of shape? Do me a favor, Jason,” he said, glaring, “shut the hell up and stay out of my damn business.”

  “You never deserved that girl anyway,” I said grabbing my jacket and walking toward the bathroom.

  My brother was such a dick, and here I was, giving him the benefit of the doubt, thinking she had cheated on him or something. But no, he’s broken up a home, ended a marriage, and broken a girl’s heart over something she had zero control over. I really felt for Tiffany. She didn’t deserve any of this. He was so stupid for throwing away a life with this girl. She would have done anything for him, and she’d kept him in line. Maybe that’s what it really was. He didn’t like someone else being in control, not that she was in control of this situation either. She couldn’t have kids. It was probably devastating for her to find out, and then, she goes to her husband, who is supposed to be caring and supportive, and he turns his back on her. I suddenly felt embarrassed that cocksucker was my brother.

  I washed my hands and walked out of the bathroom, stopping suddenly at the sight of Rose, the girl I had been messing around with for months. She was a hot little number and instantly all my cares flew right out the window. There was nothing better than getting some frustrations out through some tight ass and a little playtime. She had no misconceptions, and in reality, I was pretty sure she didn’t want to be any part of our fucked up family.

  “Hey there,” she said, grabbing me by the shirt and yanking me forward. “I was looking for you.”

  “Oh, yeah? What for?”

  She bit her lip and looked up at me with her dark brown eyes. I chuckled at her lack of subtlety and looked around quickly as she reached down and cupped my balls. I pressed my hand to the wall behind her head and leaned in, dipping my tongue between her soft, poised lips.

  “Where are we going this time?”

  She giggled and grabbed me by the collar, pulling me into an old stock room in the back. It was obvious no one ever came into this place, and it was the perfect scenery for our normal debauchery. She clicked the lock closed and turned to me with trouble written on her face. She grinned, biting her lower lip and pulling her shirt over her head. I put my hands up chuckling at how forward she always was. She reached back and undid her bra, letting her big, round tits bounce all over the place. She pulled my shirt from my pants and dropped down on her knees, unbuckling them and yanking them down to my ankles. I leaned back against the dusty pillar and put my arms over my head, waiting for her lips. She pulled my boxers down and grabbed my shaft as it bounced free from the fabric. This girl had me going before she ever took her shirt off, but then again, I knew what she could do with those lips and those hips.

  She wasted no time going straight to work, gliding her mouth over the tip of my cock and down my hard shaft. I groaned at the feeling of her tongue whipping wildly around my erection and looked down at her bright red hair as it bobbed back and forth. She slowly reached up and massaged my balls while sliding her head all the way down, taking the entirety of my cock into her throat. She pressed down hard, her lips touching the base, and I could feel her sucking at the back of her throat. She was so fucking hot, and to make it even hotter, she had a tongue piercing, leftover fashion from ten years ago. The soft gel ball rolled along my shaft and pressed right underneath the head of my cock, sending waves of pleasure through my body. I groaned as my hips moved forward, meeting her mouth and then pulling back. I grabbed onto her red hair and shoved her down, watching a smile curl at the edge of her lips. Her eyes gazed up at me, watering and wild as I continued to push my hips toward her face, fucking her mouth hard. She reached her hands up and groped her breasts, bouncing them up and down as I pleasured myself with her mouth. She spread her legs apart and reached up under her skirt, rubbing her clit, rolling her eyes, and moaning with my cock in her mouth. I could feel the vibrations of her voice against my shaft, and immediately, all I wanted to do was fuck the hell out of her.

  My eyes moved around the dusty old room looking for a good place to bend her over. Finally, my eyes came to rest on an old oak desk in the corner. I smiled lecherously as I pulled her head back and off my cock. I motioned to the desk and she laughed, not seeing me reach down and grab her by the waist. I pulled her to her feet and turned her around, shoving her toward the desk. I pushed her down over top and flipped up her skirt, happy to find she wasn’t wearing any panties. She looked back and giggled as I shoved three fingers into her pussy and leaned forward over top of her. I moved them in and out fast and watched as she groaned loudly.

  “I’m going to fuck the hell out of you,” I whispered into her ear.

  “What the fuck are you waiting for?” she moaned.

  I smiled, pulling my fingers out of her and grabbing a condom out of my back pocket of my pants. I ripped it open and threw the package to the side, pulling the condom down over my cock. It twitched and pulsated, waiting for her soft, wet pussy. I grabbed her by the hips and slowly slid my shaft through her juices. She reached forward and grabbed the edge of the desk, spreading her feet apart and bracing herself. I teased her at first, going slowly in and out, feeling every ripple of her wet, soaking pussy. She groaned and pushed her hips back, reaching for more.

  “Harder,” she pleaded.

  I widened my stance and grabbed her by the hips, the anger from my brother earlier still surging through my chest. Instantly, I thrust forward as hard as I could, driving my cock deep inside of her. She screamed out, lifting her hand to her mouth to stifle the sounds from the bar outside the door. I closed my
eyes and started to pound her deep and fast, feeling her tight ass in my hands. I slapped her cheek and listened as she moaned over and over to the rhythm of my thrusts. Her pussy grew wetter and wetter, and I knew she wasn’t far from coming all over me. I leaned forward and pushed my hips short and fast into her pussy, wrapping my arm around her waist and giving it to her real good. As my thrusts shortened but grew in intensity, I could feel her body lurch, and she screamed out, throwing her head back, reaching her peak. Her warm juices flowed steadily over my shaft, and I stood up, took hold and fucked her as hard and fast as I could until I felt my raging cock grow even larger. I leaned over and grabbed the other side of the desk and pushed up on my toes, lunging deep inside of her. I took in a deep breath and let my cock explode, ripples of pleasure surging through my entire body.

  As my orgasm began to recede and my hips stilled from the movement, I could hear her giggling under her breath. I pulled out and slapped her ass, smiling as she turned around. She leaned back on the desk and crossed her legs.

  “What got into you?”

  “Just a little family quarrel,” I said, zipping my pants.

  Chapter 2

  Tiffany

  Three months, that’s how long my marriage managed to last. Every other couple in the world was still having sex three times a day, snuggling in the honeymoon period of their relationship. But me? I was sitting in a meeting room at the courthouse, waiting to finalize my divorce. I still couldn’t wrap my hands around how I got here. A couple years ago, I was beaming, being hired by the hottest media company in the world, working my way up quickly to supervisor of the management department, and falling in love with Jordan Banks, the most eligible bachelor in New York. It was like my life had turned into a fairytale, something definitely different from my life growing up. I was born and raised in New York, but my parents had been junkies, and they did nothing but steal to get high and leave me and my brother to fend for ourselves. My brother pushed me to be better than that, showed me every single negative thing about their lifestyle, and made sure I got good grades in high school. When I graduated second in my class, I was offered a full ride to NYU, and though I wanted to get away from the city and all its bad memories, I couldn’t afford not to go to NYU. So, I stayed, working through college so I didn’t have to live with my parents. My brother joined the Army and shipped off immediately, after making sure I was safe and secure.