Bless My Other Stepbrother Billionaire's Daughter New Adult Romance Too

Jessi Delgato has been called back from her exile at her new Stepfather’s to help her famous father mount his presidential campaign. Senator Delgato has always kept his first family completely separate from Jessi. But Franco—the only son—will also be a critical part of Senator Delgato’s run for the White House. When Jessi and Franco meet for the first time, it feels as if they had both been missing a part of themselves. Now they’ve discovered a sense of completeness.

Working under the supervision of one of Hollywood’s best known Directors means more and more time together as their attraction towards each other continues to grow. Jessi had lost her virginity to her new Stepfather’s son. Will a history of forbidden love repeat itself?

(Bless My Other Stepbrother is the sequel to Bless My Stepbrother. It also introduces Franco, who is one of the main characters in How Bad Can A Cowboy Be? How Bad Can A Cowboy Be? takes place after Bless My Other Stepbrother.)

Excerpt:

“I just wanted to check on you. You weren’t in the best of moods when you left me and I didn’t want to think I had offended you in some way.” As he spoke, Franco came into the room and then shut the door quietly behind him.



“I’m sorry,” she said, not looking at him. “I’ve just been under a lot of stress lately and the Senator keeps pressuring me about how I have to be the daughter that will get him elected.” She looked up at him through her thick eyelashes. “I hated living at my stepfather’s.” She paused and added, “I hated it most of the time. But I never felt the strain I do here. Maybe it was because I was sixteen when he started asking me to go with him to practice how to behave with him in public. Then it just felt like a game—I was pretending to be the fairy tale princess. But now I know it was never about pretending—it was always about trying—and failing-- to be the perfect child.”

“Yeah,” sighed Franco as he sat beside her on the bed. He put his arm around her narrow shoulders. “Tell me about it. Never mattered what I did—what I won—how many A’s I achieved. I’ve spent my whole life listening to him explain to me how much I had disappointed him.”

“He has really high expectations,” she said. She leaned on him, her head on his shoulder and she began to cry.

“I won’t let him hurt you,” he said. He now had both arms around her and pulled her tightly against him. He felt his heart speed up. He had been hungering for her touch from the moment he had almost knocked her over in the hallway. When he had grabbed her to keep her from falling over he hadn’t wanted to let go. He put his forehead against hers. Then he kissed her.