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♡ Blog Tour ♡ A Step Two Close by Jaimie Roberts @JaimieRoberts77 @fallenforbooks1



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A Step Two Close
by
Jaimie Roberts

Genre: Erotic Contemporary Romance

Published: September 17, 2015





✾ Synopsis ✾


I used sex to help me forget.

To help me numb the pain.

Because for those few minutes of pleasure, I could shut it all off.

The reminders of all that I had lost. All that I had endured.

Of all that I saw die before my eyes.

I slept with a man I can't get out of my head. It was supposed to be a one-time thing with no attachments and no commitments. No names were exchanged, no phone numbers swapped. And that was fine by me... until I lay awake at night, dreaming about that man's caress. Wanting and yearning to feel his touch once more. But one day, my fantasies of seeing this man become an all-too-consuming, nightmarish reality. Suddenly, he is in my house, that cocky grin of his silently promising more to come. And the reason being? His father is getting married to my mother. We are going to be family. I am in the seven circles of hell. His look alone consumes my soul and makes me beg for more. He wants me and is determined to get me. I'm his obsession, and I've just become a slave to his infatuation... to the games he likes to play. The games he knows will have me surrendering to his will. But that's not the only problem. That's not the only reason I am living in my own personal hell. The year before I met my soon-to-be step-brother, Hunter... The year I made a decision that will ultimately end up destroying my very soul...

I lost my virginity to Hunter's dad.








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Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in 2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.

In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and learn how to become a better writer. She gets tremendous enjoyment out of writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.

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Rebel
Rebel Wheels #1
by
Elle Casey

Release Date: October 29th 2013

Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance





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NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR, ELLE CASEY brings readers Book 1 of 3 in the New Adult Romance Series, REBEL WHEELS.

Teagan Cross, college senior, rebel, and wiseass extraordinaire, goes from princess to pauper in a single phone call. Overnight, her life of privilege becomes one of survival, and no matter where she turns, it seems like the world is out to get her. She's not going to fall apart, though. She's a rebel and she's strong... determined to live life on her own terms... and nothing's going to stop her from getting things done and making things right. But when a twist of fate brings her to the doorstep of a different kind of Rebel, she's forced to figure out when something's worth fighting for and when something's worth letting go.

Content Warning: Contains sexy adult situations, creative foul language, and some mild violence. May not be appropriate for younger readers.








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Chapter 1

My name's Teagan. I know, I know... the name. Twenty-two years ago, my mother thought a Welsh name for her only child would be beautiful. Teagan means pretty, so it should have fit perfectly. Who has an ugly baby, right? I guess I did okay in the looks department. I'm not too short, not too tall. Eating chips and gummy bears every day has no effect on my somewhat athletic frame, and I've been told my green eyes compliment my pale complexion. The problem with the name Teagan is my mom never considered the creative names kids would morph it into.

"Yo, Teabag, what’s up?"

I flip Perry Spitler off, but he just laughs as he passes on by.

He and I have an understanding; when we see each other on campus, he insults me, I flip him off, and we never actually talk. It suits us both just fine. Making out with him and then ralphing on his shoes in freshman year was one of the best moves I've ever made in my climb up the social ladder at UCLA.

"Why do you even talk to that douche canoe?" asks my friend Quin as she brushes out her long, black hair. Quinlan is her real name, but she refuses to answer to it. We both have a thing with names, which is only one of the many reasons we get along so well. "I hear he puts toy cars in dark places on weekends." She puts away her brush and takes a bite of an energy bar, chewing it like a cow and waiting for my reaction.

I'm both intrigued and disgusted. "And by toy cars and dark places we mean..." I twist my longish, wavy brown hair up into a bun and stick a pencil in it to keep it from falling to my shoulders again. It’s frigging hot out here in the student union today. Dry heat, my butt.

"Literally. Like that movie Jackass. He put a toy car in his asshole at a party the other night."

I snort in disbelief and disgust. "He did not."

Quin puts up her hand like a girl scout. "Swear. Guy's an asscar driver."

I'm really happy I barfed on him now. Really, really happy. The kiss we shared? Well, we'll just tally that up to a serious lapse in judgment on my part. In my defense, there were copious amounts of beer involved.

I can't help but stare at his butt as he goes by. "Remind me not to accept any rides from him in the future."

We collapse in immature giggles that have Perry turning around and frowning. Watching his face and imagining that I can see he's walking with a slight limp only makes it worse. By the time I can see clearly again, he's gone.

"Man, I totally needed that." I can feel the good mood drugs floating around in my brain. Now the upcoming Summer of Doom doesn't seem quite so bleak.

"You ready for summer break?" Quin asks, crumpling up the wrapper to her energy bar and throwing it on the ground.

I lean down and pick it up, sighing as I stick it in my bag. This is her thing. This is my thing. This is how we roll, with her being a pain in the ass and me picking up after her. "No. I'm not ready. I want to stay here and hang out with you and all the cool people."

"No, you don't. Do you know how hot it gets here in the summer? Ugh." She brushes crumbs off her lap. "I am going to literally cook in my own skin, like a poached egg."

"You forget, I've lived here for almost four years now, and No Cal isn't that different."

"But you always leave in the summer, and No Cal is different, so that doesn't count. By the time you get back this September for your very last semester - by the way, you completely suck for graduating before me - all the poaching will be done."

"You should come with me. Silicon Valley's got a drier heat than LA." I'm lying, but she'll never know.

She faces me, not smiling. That's a rare expression for her, as Quin-grins come frequently and often without provocation. We're not much alike in that way; my smiles are rationed for only truly happy moments.

"You should invite me, and maybe I would," she says.

"I always invite you."

"No, you don't. You just say, 'You should come.' That's not the same thing."

"What do you want, an engraved invitation?" A tiny spark of hope glimmers in my chest. Summer would only suck half as much if Quin were with me back at my father's place.

"Yes. That would work." She sniffs and looks off into the distance.

"I'll seriously do it, if that's what it would take to finally get you up there."

"No, don't bother. I can't go."

"Why? Because LA's social scene would never survive without you?"

"No." She stands, brushing off her legs. "Come on, we're going to be late."

"Late for what? My classes were all done as of twenty minutes ago."

"I have an appointment with a milkshake over at McDonald's House of Horrors. Come on. Your treat."

We begin the long walk across campus. "I'll pay for your ticket," I say, testing the waters. I don't know why I bother, though.

"Nope. I pay my own way."

"Do you have the money?"

"No. You know I'm broke." Quin is always broke. She lives off the kindness of others and a scholarship. I'm not even sure what the scholarship is for. Do they give scholarships for being a smartass? Because if they do, she qualifies for a full ride.

"Then let me pay," I say.

"No."

"You can pay me back."

"No."

I try a different tack. "It's because you don't like me, I know. Admit it."

"No, that's not it, and if you try and guilt me into doing it, we won't be friends anymore."

"That's a lie."

"Yes, it is, but still... I won't let you pay."

I give her my puppy dog eyes. "I'm going to be desperately lonely."

"No, you won't be. You'll have a bodyguard babysitter."

I sigh. "They always suck."

"That last one didn't."

"The last one was like forty years old!"

"So? What do you want to do? Fuck them or just have them take a bullet for you?"

"Can't I do both?"

We laugh, knowing I'm full of crap. I actually liked the last guy assigned to babysit me, the guy being paid to assuage my father's paranoia. He actually believes there are people in silicon valley trolling the neighborhoods for executives' kids, since according to him they'd make really excellent kidnapping targets.

Jim was the name of my last babysitter. Maybe I'll get him again and we can play chess all summer like we did last year. I've never slept with one of my dad's employees. They're always married, ugly, old, or a trifecta of all three. Besides, my dad would kill us both if I did something that stupid. We don't fraternize with the help.

That's what my uber arrogant step-mother says, anyway, although I'm not so sure she hasn't put that rule to the side from time to time with the pool boy. Seriously... I'm not kidding. The pool boy.

"What are you thinking about right now?" Quin asks me. "I.O.U. for your thoughts."

"I'm thinking how much I hate The Heinous One for being such a bag of dicks."

Quin smiles. "I'm really looking forward to meeting your step-mother at graduation, you know that? I'm totally going to call her that to her face."

I smile back. "Me too. Some day." When I find a way to support myself and don't have to worry about my father cutting me off.






✿ The Author ✿


Elle Casey is a prolific, NEW YORK TIMES and USA TODAY bestselling American writer who lives in Southern France with her husband, three kids, and several furry friends. She writes in several genres and publishes an average of one full-length novel per month.



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