Today we have the blog tour for THE OTHER BROTHER! We’re so excited to share this gorgeous new romance—check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Title: The Other Brother
Author: Hazel Kelly
Genre: Contemporary Romance
About The Other Brother:
College dropout Piper has been down on her luck for years, and she’s beginning to doubt whether she'll ever achieve her dream of becoming a professional chef. So when a handsome stranger who's frostier than frozen food offers her a job that seems too good to be true, she's in no position to ask questions. Yet the longer she works for him, the more she has.Unfortunately, her billionaire boss is determined to keep Piper in the dark, especially about his past. But little does she know, her warm presence is making him think about his future for the first time in years, a future he increasingly hopes she'll be a part of.
Can New York's beastliest bachelor open his heart to the beautiful young woman he saved on a hunch? Or will his demons drive her away before he finds the courage to admit his feelings?
**This standalone, modern-day fairytale will make you smile and swoon all the way to the happiest
ending you’ll read this year.
EXCERPT:
The
hint of a smile drew his lips to one side, and his face came so close I thought
he might kiss me again. “I need to be with someone I can trust, Piper. Someone
who trusts me.”
“I
trust you,” I whispered.
“Yet
you play games.”
My
breath shallowed. “It doesn’t feel like I’m playing.”
“Good,”
he said. “Because I am not a cat, and you are not a mouse.”
“What
is this then?” I asked, my heart hammering in my chest. “Because I’m not your
guest either. So what am I? Your dirty little secret? Do you sleep with all
your personal employees or-?”
“No,”
I lied. “I just want to know what your intentions were last night.”
“Simple.”
He locked his eyes on mine. “To make you earn all those baths you’ve been
taking.”
I
swallowed. “You think I’m taking too many baths?”
“I
don’t know. I don’t know how dirty you are.”
“Ash-”
He
stepped forward, pinning me against the counter with his hips so I could feel
his hard length against my stomach as it swelled in his track pants.
I
leaned back, letting his eyes sweep over my face like we were a couple on the
cover of an old romance novel, and by the time his gaze settled on my lips,
they were parted and ready for him.
“Don’t
ever play games with me again,” he said, his hard-on still burning against my
belly. Then he stepped back, retrieved his espresso from the machine, and
walked away.
“Yes,”
he said without turning around. “But not for eggs.”
My
chest finally relaxed when he disappeared down the hall, but a gentle smile
tugged at my lips when I realized he wanted me back, wanted me still. Wanted me
bad.
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