He’s So Fine by Marie Mason
Genre: New Adult / College/Romantica Erotica
Publisher: Marie Mason
Date of Publication: August 4, 2015
Number of pages: 75
Word Count: 50,000
Book Description:
Underground fighter Cage
Montgomery was use to making it on his own. When a man in a two-piece
suit showed up during his training session, he wasn’t the least bit
curious. But Frank, his mentor and the only father figure he’d ever
known, ordered him to go to the Hamptons to see his long-lost father.
Cage finds much more than
that…he discovers he has a step-sister that makes his body—and
his heart—feel alive for the very first time in years.
Theirs was not a forbidden
love…but was it a love never meant to be?
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EXCERPT: CAGE
She shrugged her shoulder
again and I realized it was a nervous habit, like tugging at the hem
of her shirt. I wished she had on something else, something that
would slip off her shoulder and reveal her creamy smooth skin. I
realized I should have hooked up with a girl before I made the trip.
That had to be the cause for my unreasonable attraction to this
woman.
My stepsister.
Oh, fuck, that would be
just wrong. Wouldn’t it?
She retrieved a glass
pitcher filled with lemonade. It had lemon slices floating on top.
She had to steady it with both hands, leaving no doubt it was real
crystal. Stretching again, she reached for two glasses in the cabinet
above her head.
Before I realized what I
was doing, I was at her side, taking them down and handing them to
her. Now, no one ever accused me of being a gentleman. But hell, if
it didn’t bring out something in me to see her struggling like
that. “Here you go. Maybe you should get a little step stool or
something.” I grinned down at her as I handed her the glasses.
She gave me a reprimanding
look worthy of a teacher. Or a nun. “Ha, ha. How’s the weather up
there, by the way?”
“Touché.”
She wasn’t really short,
about five-five in my estimation. But that made her a whole foot
shorter than me. I didn’t move as she poured us each a glass of
lemonade. It seemed to frazzle her so I stepped closer when her back
was turned.
She let out a little yelp
when she bumped into me. “I didn’t know you were that close.”
She pushed those cute
little glasses up her nose. It made me want to take them off to see
just how beautiful those eyes were.
I used the excuse of
retrieving my glass of lemonade to crowd her against the counter. I
let my cock brush against her hip and delighted in the sharp
inhalation of breath she couldn’t control. I took a long drink,
knowing her gaze would follow the movement of my throat. It was a
cheap seduction trick most guys learned early. I set down the empty
glass, caging her in with my arms.
I used that trick every
time I could. Chicks went crazy and thought that was how I got my
name. Caging them in with my arms.
It wasn’t. My mother had
named me Cage. Horace Cage. What a fucking name. I always wondered if
she thought my birth had somehow put her in a cage. That was a
conversation we would never have. She’d been dead to me long before
I’d buried her.
About
the Author:
Marie loves anything
romance. Give her a story about curvy gals and alpha males and she’s
one happy person. She writes what she likes to read. All of her
stories feature a big, buffed man who takes one look at the woman
meant to be his and falls down on his knees. Each of her stories
comes with a happily-ever-after all their own.
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