Stepbrother Billionaire: Play For Me

At nineteen, I knew exactly what I wanted. Yep, my whole life was mapped out and under control.

Top of my class at Juilliard School Of Music? Check.
Plans to be one of the best classical cellists of my generation? Check.
Falling in love with my stepbrother?

Uh, no.

But then my mom married her boss Oliver Franklin, billionaire venture capitalist and dad to Greg: a granite-jawed, hazel-eyed, 6’2” with thick curly brown hair and full lips custom designed for kissing arrogant nightmare.

Each time I saw him, my stomach did back flips. I was afraid to even speak to him, because I might drool. Yeah, I know. My stepbrother.

The only things that kept me from making a complete fool of myself was that

1.) He had his own apartment near where he went to school at NYU
(International Finance major, natch) and was hardly ever at his dad’s.

2.) Greg Franklin had zero interest in me and no f***s to give about letting me know.

That was till he seduced and then dumped me at a Viennese masked ball at the Waldorf-Astoria Hotel. It wasn't just any old groping session either. It was a panty melting, scorching hot, tip the world over and slide me off it sexual experience with the man of my dreams.

But then he walked out without a word. Now humiliated and heartbroken, I have to go on a family vacation with him on a Caribbean cruise. And, oh yeah, our cabins are right next door to each other's on the opposite side of the ship from our parents.

The worst part is, he still flirts with me. And sometimes, I can even convince myself, he's being sincere. And sometimes, every once in a while, even though I've sworn to myself that he's dead to me, he looks at me with love. Bastard.

This is a stand-alone romance with many scenes depicting sex in a frank adult manner. Also included, an ultra-steamy excerpt from Step Star: Break My Heart the second in the Step Star Rock Star Stepbrother series, exclusively on Kindle!