Hate to Love You, an all-new standalone from New York Times Bestseller Tijan is available NOW!Hate to Love You by Tijan Genre: Contemporary RomancePublication Date: August 28thRule #1: No hot guys. It might sound ridiculous. I get it. It kind of is, but college was supposed to be my sanctuary. It was my place to start over. The rumors, the whispers, and the jealousy I endured through high school would all be gone. No one would know me at college. Rule #2: No drama. I’d major in pre-law. I’d make a few loyal friends. Everything would be easy breezy. No one was going to use me or hurt me. I wouldn’t let them. Rule #3: New year. New place. New me. Right? Wrong. And all because of Shay Coleman. Football captain and quarterback, he was the big guy on campus. The cocky guy in my political science class with a smirk. I hated him on sight . . . . . . and he was about to break all my rules. Excerpt:I was almost grinning from delight as I shoved open the back door. If I hit him, hey, all was fair in the war we were fighting of who could piss each other off the best. It didn’t. He was leaning against the wall, the back of his head resting on the brick, and he looked over to smirk at me. “I want to see your room.” I thrust my hand out. “I’ll take those notes.” That smirk just widened. He patted his bag and pushed off from the wall. “They’re in my email. I need to get on a computer.” He patted my arm and moved past me, heading inside. “I can use yours.” “Hey!” I followed him in. He was looking up the stairs. “Sabrina said you were on the fourth floor. You saw my place. I want to see yours. It’s only fair.” He wasn’t waiting for my go-ahead. He was already up and rounding second floor to third. He’d be at my floor before I could get there. “Stop! I am not okay with this.” He was at the third-floor door. He glanced down with that same goddamn smirk. “Better tell me which room or I’m going to hang out in the hallway.” “Why are you always smirking? Is it permanently attached to your face?” “What room, Clarke?” He was at my hallway door. Fucking hell. I gritted my teeth. “Wait. Just wait. My door automatically locks.” He’d opened the door but let it shut. Waiting as I covered the last set of stairs, I refused to let him see me panting. I stood there, purposely holding my breath until he narrowed his eyes and cocked his head to the side. “Breathe, Clarke. You’re going to pass out.” I almost burped out the small pocket of air I’d been holding. “I hate you so much.” “Yeah, yeah.” He waved that off. “We get it. Eternal damnation in hell, the whole shebang. Whatever.” He nodded to the door. “Stop stalling. I want to see your room.” I was picturing pitchforks and fire. Maybe that was the burning smell he mentioned. It was hell, and all the fire in there. I yanked the door, glaring as I did. “Was this Sabrina’s idea?” “Nope. All mine.” He was right behind me. I could feel his breathing. “She refused to tell me your room number, said I had to call.” My eyes widened at the thought of him coming up by himself, strolling down the hallway, and then knocking on my door. Good Lordy gracious. Too many would’ve seen him at my door. I would’ve been the talk of the dorm. I shuddered, unlocked, and entered my room.Read Today!Amazon US: http://amzn.to/2ggN4aZ Amazon UK: http://amzn.to/2wB2Wvp Amazon CA: http://amzn.to/2xoGkvv Amazon AU: http://amzn.to/2wKztQc Add to GoodReads: http://bit.ly/2rwVniM About Tijan:Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. She’s written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing a new YA series along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldn’t be without and an English Cocker she adores. To find what to read next of hers, go to www.tijansbooks.com WALL STREET JOURNAL, NEW YORK TIMES, AND USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHORConnect with Tijan:Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/Tijansbooks/ Twitter: https://twitter.com/TijansBooks Pinterest: https://www.pinterest.com/tijansbooks/ Reader Group: https://www.facebook.com/groups/TijansFanPage/ Stay up to date with Tijan by signing up for her newsletter here: https://goo.gl/9GxnKU
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Hate to Love You by Tijan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars I took my time reading Hate to Love You because I didn't want it to end. This was just what I needed, in true Tijan fashion we have a wonderful read with awesome characters. Shay is the quarterback for his college football team. Everyone loves him, every girl wants him but he's not interested in a relationship. Kennedy has goals... staying to herself, maybe having one friend and definitely no guys, especially popular good looking guys they are totally off limits. But there he is.... Shay. She immediately hates him.... I loved this book. It is a standalone but I'm hoping that Tijan will take pity on is and gives us more from these characters. The story is full of such great characters and I loved them all. The writing is phenomenal and the story was incredible.
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Title: Fallen Crest Home
Series: Fallen Crest #6
Author: Tijan
Genre: Young Adult/New Adult/Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 17, 2017
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Itâs been years since my mother was in my life. I healed. I learned to accept love. I lived. Thatâs all done. She was away, and now sheâs back. Iâve avoided her for a year and a half, but I canât hide anymore. Mason has an internship in Fallen Crest, so weâre heading back for the summer. And when we got thereâno one was prepared for what happened.
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FALLEN CREST HIGH BOOK ONE CHAPTER ONE It was a Friday night, two in the morning, and my two best friends were shrieking in drunken laughter behind me. I sighed as I pulled into the gas station. My little Corolla had been chugging near empty for the last few miles. And Iâll admit that Iâd been worried we wouldâve broken down on the side of the road, not for my carâs sake, for my sake. I didnât know if I couldâve handled walking with Lydia and Jessica. And on cue, Lydia rammed her elbow in the back of my head. âOh, Sam!â Muffled laughter. âIâm sorry. I didnât meanââ She dissolved in laughter once more. Jessica wrapped her hands around the passenger seat and leaned forward. âCan we go to another party?â âPuh-leaze?â âNo.â I unclipped my seat belt and started to get out. They scrambled out, or tried. Lydia tripped and was nearly clocked by my side mirror. Jessica tumbled after and leaned her weight on Lydiaâs shoulders so she wouldnât fall while she sidestepped over her. What a friend. âWhy not? Itâs our last Friday night before school. Come on, Sam!â Lydia stood and straightened out her skirt and top. When her boobs were back in place and the skirt barely covered her ass, she turned her pleading eyes on me too. âItâll be fun. Come on! I know where a public party is.â Jessica whirled to her. âOh! That sounds awesome.â They bounced together. Both wore flowing skirts, tight tops, and brown curls that flung everywhere. When one hit me in the face, I swatted it away. âIâm taking you guys home. Youâre both drunk.â âCome on, youâre such a loser tonight,â Lydia moaned. Jessica frowned and flipped her hair over her shoulder. âYeah, you are. Whatâs going on with you?â âDid you and Jeffrey have a fight?â Lydiaâs eyebrows wiggled up and down. She peeled over in laughter once more. I gave them my polite fuck off smile and each rolled their eyes. Then Lydia lifted her nose and got a whiff of gas station pizza. Her stomach growled and off they went. As I watched them skip together, holding hands, and giggling over the fact they were drunk, I leaned back against my car. While the gas was guzzling into my car, I heard Jessicaâs question again. Was something wrong with me? And I sighed. Only my whole world had changed that afternoon. I could see my motherâs face when I had left Jessicaâs house and went home for the afternoon. Weâd all been so happy to go out that night. Even me. Yes, Jeffrey was usually an ass, but a small part of me had wondered if tonight was going to be the night we slept together. Heâd been my boyfriend for three years now. He was nice, well, he was a douche at times, but he still seemed to like me. And I liked him too, but while my mother had been happy jumping from bed to bed before she got knocked up with me, I didnât want to end up like that. So I had taken everything slow with Jeff, but when I got home to get ready for the party that night, little butterflies were in my stomach. They died and burned in flames when I opened my front door. Boxes upon boxes were lined inside and in the middle of them sat my mother. A bottle of wine was half empty beside her as she sat in her silk bathrobe. Tears coated her face, but when she saw me a bright smile was forced out. âHey, honey.â Hiccup. âHow are you?â I let the door go and it slammed shut behind me. âWhat happened?â âOh.â She gave me a dismissive wave. âNothing. You donât need to worry about a thing.â âWorry about what?â âWeâre going to be fine.â I hadnât moved. My purse still hung from my arm. âMom, what happened?â Boxes were everywhere, even in the kitchen. I saw two empty wine bottles in the sink. âYou and me, honey. Weâre going to be just fine.â âWhereâs dad?â Her hands froze. Sheâd been taping up a box, but she sucked in her breath and held still. âMom?â She finished the rest of her wine and she almost fell backwards from the effort. When she set the bottle aside, I asked again, âMom, whatâs going on?â She started sobbing. âOh honey. Iâm so sorry about this. I really am.â âMom! Whatâs going on?â âIfellinlovewithsomeoneelsean dweâreleavingyourfather.â She hiccupped again and swiped at some of her tears. âWhat?â She took a deep breath. âIâ¦weâre leaving your father.â My insides screamed at her. My hands curled into fists and I wanted to launch myself at her. I wanted to pound the hell out of her, but I didnât do any of that. Instead, I collapsed on one of the couches and I listened to everything she said. Sheâd fallen in love with someone else. She wanted to be with him. She told dad, he kicked us out, and tomorrow we were going to move in with this boyfriend of hers. âWho?â âHuh?â She lifted tear-stained eyes to me. âWho?â A soft sob and she whispered, âJames Kade.â âJames Kade?â She nodded and wiped her arm over her face. âHe has two boys your age, honey. You might know them.â Know them? Everyone knew them. Mason and Logan Kade. While they were rich, their dad owned five of the factories that our town thrived on, they chose to go to public school. Everyone knew the Kade brothers. They couldâve gone to the private school, where most of the rich kids went, or where I went because my dad was the football coach, but theyâd shaken everything up when they chose public school. And now I was going to be living with them? As I watched my mom, who sobbed as if sheâd been the one cheated on, something shriveled up inside of me. I would never be like my mother. Never. And sorry, Jeff, but that meant he wasnât going to be getting laid by me for a very very long time. However, after I had spent most of the afternoon and evening packing my things, he wasnât excited to hear my change of plans when Lydia and Jessica waited for me to go to the party that night. In fact, heâd been a jerk. Not surprising. A few choice curse words, a few beers guzzled, and he wiped his mouth clean of me. âIâll get someone better, bitch. Youâre not the only hot chick here.â And off he went. His jeans rode low, a beer in hand, and his hair gelled into badass spikes. I rolled my eyes and went in search for my friends. Heaven help me, but Jeff would be back. I was at the point where I wasnât sure if I cared or not. An Escalade wheeled into the slot beside mine. At first I didnât pay attention, lost in my world-ending daydreams, but when someone shouted all my attention snapped back to reality. Four boys spilled out of the vehicle and two passed by me. I sucked in my breath. âFuck that, man. Letâs go to Mollyâs instead,â one boy laughed as he hung on his friend. He threw his head back and laughed on a carefree note. His brown curls danced and he seemed invigorated. âYouâll get pussy there. Promise.â He laughed another maniacal laugh before the two disappeared inside. My hands clenched the gas nozzle tightly and I couldnât take my eyes off of him. Logan Kade, my soon-to-be-roommate. While I watched through the window, he laughed at something his friend said. Lydia and Jessica saw who was in the other aisle and quickly went to flirt with them. The friend looked interested, but Logan skimmed a bored eye over them and went back for something more inside the store. I hadnât seen the Kade brothers up close, not in a long time, but Iâd heard plenty about them. Logan was a junior, like me. Mason was a year older. Both were good looking and Mason was rumored to be six foot one with a muscular build. He played defensive lineman for a reason on his football team. Logan had the leaner build, but he was an inch shorter. I snorted to myself. I couldnât believe I even knew these details. As I cursed my friends inside for their gossiping ways, I glanced back at the Escalade and froze once more. Two green eyes stared back at me. Mason had been filling up his vehicle and watching me the whole time. I swallowed painfully and was barely aware that my gas was done. I couldnât look away from him. Logan was handsome. There was no doubt about that, but he had nothing against his older brother. Now I understood why so many gossiped and whispered about the Kade brothers. The hairs on the back of my neck stood straight up and my eyes were locked with his in some sort of battle. I couldnât look away. I just knew that. His friend rounded the vehicle and leaned beside him. Both watched me and I saw the grin come to his friend. He crossed his feet and looked like he was at the movies, popcorn and all. Then he said something and Mason smirked at me. âMase, dude. Candy flavored condoms.â Logan leapt across the lot and did a small dance when he handed a box to his brother. I knew I shouldnât have been watching, but I couldnât stop myself. I was riveted by both brothers. Logan was bobbing his head in rhythm with the music that blared from the gas stationâs speakers while Mason hadnât taken his eyes from mine. Thatâs when I knew without a doubt that he knew who I was. I sucked in my breath and my knees trembled for a moment. Whatâd I do? Did I do something? Then I remembered my mom sitting in between all those boxes, tears down her face, and an empty bottle of wine beside her. Fuck them. And fuck their dad. My mom wasnât a saint. I knew that for sure, but sheâd been with my dad for the last seventeen years. Now she cheated? Now she decided we should move in with her new boyfriend and his family? Fuck them all. My eyes hardened. Masonâs narrowed. And I sneered at him before I went inside to pay. When I came back out, Lydia and Jessica were still in the bathroom; Mason passed me to pay inside. He wore a black leather jacket over a black shirt and jeans. His black hair was cut short and his eyes held mine in some form of trance as he passed by me. His jacket rubbed against me, he passed so close, and we both turned to watch the other. My heart faltered for a moment. The same hatred I felt for him was in his eyes. Fuck him. I lifted my lip to sneer at him and I knew he read the message because he narrowed his eyes, but shouldered inside the store. I sighed and went to my car to wait. Logan and their friends were inside the Escalade, laughing about something. Then the door pinged its exit and I stiffened. I knew whoâd be coming again. I looked, I couldnât help it, and met Masonâs gaze as he neared me. He paused close to my car and looked like he was going to stop. I lifted my head up, ready for whatever he was going to lay on me, but two cars screeched to a halt not far from us. His eyes snapped up. âWhat the hell?â âHey losers!â a guy yelled and cursed at them as he ran from the car with something smoking in his hand. âOh hell!â âMason!â Logan and their friends were out of the car in an instant. Mason rushed past me and I stood there, shocked, as all four dragged the guys from the other cars. Logan grabbed the smoking thing from the guyâs hand and gave it to his brother. Mason took it and threw it in the first car. And the rest of the doors were flung open. Guys from that car poured out. Then another smoking thing was produced and Logan flung it into the other car. Their two friends were still punching some of the other guys. Mason and Logan started punching the rest. It wasnât long before the cars were filling up with smoke and I got the first whiff of fire. âOh no,â I muttered to myself and dashed to the store. After I flung open the door, I screamed, âLydia, Jessica, get out here now!â They rushed from the back section and stared, dumbfounded at me. âSam, whatâs going on?â I latched onto Lydiaâs arm and dragged her out with me. âWeâre leaving. Now.â Jessica followed behind, but braked in the middle of the lot. Her eyes were wide as she took in the sight before her. I shoved Lydia inside the car and twisted around. âGet lost! The cars are going to explode.â Mason and Loganâs friends heard me and stopped. They grabbed Logan first, but all of them dragged Mason away from the guy he was punching. Fury lit up his face, but when Logan said something in his ear, he turned and leapt for his Escalade. As he climbed inside, his eyes met mine for a second. I shrugged and shoved Jessica behind Lydia inside mine. Then I hurried into my car and we were out of there in a flash. Everything happened so fast. Lydia and Jessica were bowled over in the back. âI canât believe that happened!â âWhat did happen?â âLogan Kade is so hot.â Jessica snorted. âLogan is? Didnât you see Mason? Iâd do him in a heartbeat.â Lydia moaned. âLet me go to bed with my dreams right now. Why canât they go to our school?â Jessica grinned again. âI heard itâs because public school is tougher. They didnât want a pansy school.â Lydia fanned herself. âWhatever. I donât care. Iâm transferring.â Then Jessica grew serious. âYou think thatâll be on the news?â Lydia lifted her shoulders. âAll I know is, how are we supposed to go home now? Sam, please, please, please can we go to another party? I bet I know where theyâre going.â I dropped them off at the party and left for home.
Author Bio
Tijan is a New York Times Bestselling author that writes suspenseful and unpredictable novels. Her characters are strong, intense, and gut-wrenchingly real with a little bit of sass on the side. Tijan began writing later in life and once she started, she was hooked. Sheâs written multi-bestsellers including the Carter Reed Series, the Fallen Crest Series, and the Broken and Screwed Series among others. She is currently writing Fallen Crest Seven (untitled) along with so many more from north Minnesota where she lives with a man she couldnât be without and an English Cocker she adores.
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He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name…Cole Mauricio.
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I shouldn’t have remembered him. He was just a guy who walked through a restaurant. I didn't know his name. We never made eye contact. There was no connection between us at all. But I could feel him. The tingle down my spine. The command in his presence. The snap of tension in the air around him. That was the first time I saw him, and I was captivated. The second time was different. He was in the mysterious back elevator of my apartment building. Our eyes met for a fleeting second before the doors closed, and I was staggered. My breath was robbed. My senses on high alert. My body hummed. That was just the beginning. He was the leader of the mafia. I was about to fall in love with him, and his name… Cole Mauricio
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Once inside the elevator, I stood to one side, watching him. He returned my gaze. We still did not touch. My chest tightened, hoping no one would call the elevator at that moment. We sailed past the lobby, the second floor, and stopped at mine. I put in the code, and the doors opened to my home. I drew in a breath, filling my lungs again. God, it was time. Stepping out with shaky knees, I bypassed the light switch. The full moon lit up my entire floor. I went to the kitchen and paused at the island. “Did you want something to drink?” I caught sight of the tequila and wine on the counter. There was more than enough. Cole stepped up behind me and followed my gaze. “Were you going to have a party?” he asked, his breath coating the back of my neck. I shivered, closing my eyes for one delicious moment. “I stocked up. I thought a friend was coming over tonight.” His hand rested on my back, nudging my sweater aside to touch my skin. “He?” “She. Sia.” I looked over my shoulder. He was so close. “She stood me up for a date.” A faint smile showed. “I need to send her a thank-you card.” “Please don’t sign it.” “Why not?” I turned around, easing my back against the island. Cole placed his hands on either side of me, trapping me in place. “Because she’s slightly obsessed with you, though she’s in love with someone else now. She could circle back,” I joked. “Me?” “We saw you one night.” “When?” He leaned away, but his hands remained on the counter. It was like he was giving me breathing space on purpose. “At Gianni’s. We went there the night I moved in.” He didn’t move, but I could feel him pulling away. A protest started in my head, but I bit back the words. He didn’t reply. He was waiting for me instead. I continued, “You came in with a bunch of men and went upstairs. That was it.” His eyes narrowed. “Did you talk to anyone?” “What do you mean?” “The staff?” “About you?” “About anything.” My forehead wrinkled. “Sia networked with the hostess. They exchanged cards. Sia said the girl was a model. She recognized her from the Gala. That was it. Oh, well, another server sat with us for a drink later on. But they mostly talked with Sia about the Gala and about photographers—stuff like that.” He relaxed, his hands loosening their hold on the counter. I was scared to ask what he was so worried they’d told us. “I don’t know who you are.” I lifted a hand, placing it on his chest. His heart was racing, just like mine. My mouth parted in surprise. “If that’s what you’re worried about.” He glanced down at my hand and held still. He was thinking something over. I held my tongue, worried it was me, that he was second-guessing this night for us. I wanted to tell him there was nothing to worry about, but it sounded ridiculous. I really had no idea. So I waited it out, my heart pressing against my rib cage. When he looked back up, the hunger was in his eyes again—dark, primal, and more evident than ever. He took my hand and leaned in, closing the distance between us. With his other hand, he cupped the side of my face. “I wasn’t second-guessing this. I want you to know that.” His touch was tender. “What were you thinking about?” “Something else, but it wasn’t you.” “This is one of those moments where you wish you could tell me, but you can’t? Not yet?” The corner of his mouth lifted. His eyes moved from mine to my lips. “Something like that, yes.” “Mmmm-hmmm,” I started to tease, but then his head dipped down, and his lips were on mine. I gasped. The pleasure was immediate. His mouth was gentle, but as he felt my body’s reaction, he applied pressure. His touch grew more demanding, then I was kissing him back. I wanted more. Someone groaned. That was me. His hand slid around to the back of my neck. He held me in his grip as his mouth explored mine, opening over me and slipping inside. My hands grasped his shoulders, just holding on. All I could focus on was his tongue. I met his with mine and reveled in the sensation. But it wasn’t enough. Need shot through my whole body. My hands slid under his shirt and moved over his back and shoulders. His body was just as powerful as his presence. I felt the shift of his muscles. They trembled under my hands. The feeling was intoxicating. I had power over him, and I wanted more. I wanted to see how much power I actually had. Pulling back, I studied him. He was panting lightly. So was I. I could see him wondering what I was going to do, so I reached back to the counter and started to lift myself. His hands caught the backs of my thighs, and he lifted me the rest of the way. Now sitting on the edge of the island, my legs parted, and he was back between them. His mouth went right to mine. I couldn’t get over what I was doing. I didn’t care. I didn’t think I would care the next day, the day after, or however long this lasted. I had no clue. I only knew I had one night. One long night.
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Cole by Tijan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars 5 freaking stars! Explosive, wonderful, exciting and down right awesome! With every book from Tijan I fall more in love with her writing. Cole and Addison are exceptional characters. I love Addisons strength and loyalty. And Cole, oh gosh what's not to love? Addison is getting over the death of her husband. Living in the house where she lived with him nightmares are taking over her life. When her best friend talks her into moving she gets way more than what she expected. She meets a dark and dangerous man who immediately grabs her interest. Danger, lies, deceit all come together in this story. Cole is not only head of the mob he is the mob. Danger follows him and he will fight to protect his family and those he loves. He's a wonderful character. You know the kid that gives you butterflies just reading about him. I loved this book and I hated to see it end. It's a definite must read! View all my reviews
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I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads
Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.
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He told me to 'settle, girl.' He asked if 'something was wrong with me?' He said I was an ‘easy target.’ That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks. I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha. He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother. Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming. I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?
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He wasn’t looking at me any more. I wasn’t even sure he was really in the room. I needed to leave this alone. He had given me the clues—looking away, his jaw clenching, pain like I’d never heard from him sounding loud and clear. My instincts were telling me to shut up, but I couldn’t. I had this burning need to know more about Caden. I needed to get in there, past his walls, and I wanted to understand him. I wanted to help him. Caden was hurting, and I wanted to take that away. “What happened?” Caden turned his gaze to me now, and I felt branded by the pain I saw. His eyes were stricken. “Does it matter?” “No.” My breath caught and held in my chest. I wanted to go to him, but I also wanted to slink away. I was stirring up his pain, but I had to know. “What happened, Caden?” “Why do you have to know?” “Because it’s hurting you.” I made a decision, though I had no idea what the ramifications were going to be. I stood, my legs going numb and my stomach clenching, and I moved to his side. He leaned back, his head falling to the couch, and he watched me. The need to ease some of his hurt outweighed the fear of what would happen next. Swallowing tightly, I stepped over to straddle him and sat down. “What are you doing?” He asked that softly, still holding his beer. I took it from his hands and put it on the stand next to the couch. Then I just sat there. He had to do the rest. I’d already made the first move. I glanced down at his hands, feeling like an idiot. “What happened?” “Why are you pushing this?” I looked back up to find confusion warring with need in his eyes. He wasn’t pushing me away, so I sank further into his lap. “You haven’t told anyone else about this.” It wasn’t really a question, but I saw the confirmation in his eyes. My chest tightened, thinking about whatever secret he held. “Please tell me.” “No.” He shifted forward, and I braced myself, expecting him to push me away. He didn’t. His hands grasped the backs of my legs and lifted me so I was more fully on his lap. I could feel him between my legs, and my breasts almost pressed against his chest. I waited. I wanted to see what else he’d say “But not because I don’t want you to know,” he added. “Because it’s not my secret to tell.” I nodded, my stomach doing somersaults now. “That makes sense. I can respect that.” And there we were. His hands cupped my ass, and the pain in his gaze became something darker, something I felt too, something that began to turn off all rational thought. “What are we doing here?” he questioned, his voice like a caress in itself. I leaned forward, my gaze lingering on his lips. “I didn’t really think it through.” “And now?” “Still not thinking it through.” “You’re okay with that?” In that moment, the truth exploded in me. I wanted him. I wanted this—but it was more. I needed this. I didn’t answer. I closed the distance between us.
Anti-Stepbrother by Tijan
My rating: 5 of 5 stars Holy Moly!!! What a great feeling book! True to Tijan fashion you will not be disappointed, it's amazing! Summer takes off for college following her step brother in hopes that they will finally be together. What she gets when she gets there is nothing like she thought things would be. It's so much more, she meets a dark, sexy jerk, who she finds what she needs most..... A friend. Will they go from friends to lovers??? I absolutely loved this book, it takes place in college and has the same feel as the Fallen Crest Series but you know what? I think I liked this more. It has awesome characters that you will definitely love and hate. The story was so good I didn't want it to end and the writing... The writing is fantastic! This book has everything, it's definitely a must read.
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I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.Stalk Her: Facebook | Twitter | Website | Goodreads
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