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This fifth book in their best-selling co-authored series of insanely sexy and addictive M/M college romance standalones with a scandalous goosebump-inducing edge arrives on June 27th!
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๐ทStepbrothers
๐Enemies/lovers
๐ทBi-awakening
๐Forbidden romance
๐ทPierced MC
๐Manwhore falls hard
๐ทForced proximity
๐Secret romance
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About ๐๐ด๐ฟ๐ด๐ถ๐ผ๐๐๐ ๐๐ด๐ ๐พ ๐ด๐๐ธ๐๐๐ธ ๐๐ ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ธ:
๐๐ก๐จ ๐๐ซ๐ ๐ฐ๐? ๐๐ข๐ค๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ง๐๐๐ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐ฌ๐ค. ๐๐’๐ซ๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฌ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง ๐ซ๐ข๐๐ก๐๐ซ-๐ญ๐ก๐๐ง-๐ฌ๐ข๐ง ๐ฅ๐๐ ๐๐๐ข๐๐ฌ
๐๐๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ข๐ง๐ ๐๐๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฒ ๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐ฉ๐ซ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ ๐ข๐จ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐๐ฌ๐ญ๐จ๐ซ ๐๐ง๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ซ๐ฌ๐ข๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ข๐ง ๐๐๐ง๐ก๐๐ญ๐ญ๐๐ง.
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ฉ๐จ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐.
๐๐จ๐ฆ๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ซ๐จ๐ฎ๐๐ฅ๐.
๐๐ฎ๐ญ ๐๐ฃ๐๐๐ฆ๐๐๐ ๐๐๐ฅ๐ฅ๐ฌ ๐ฎ๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ค ๐๐ฏ๐๐ง๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐๐๐ฌ.
Travis McKinney
“The Outrageous One”
Or, as some of my fellow Park Avenue Princes like to call me, the Manwhore of Manhattan.
Act like a sex god, dress like a sex god, ๐๐ a sex god. In my opinion, these are fantastic life goals. I have no idea why my parents think I have no direction.
I’m the fun one. Easygoing. A massive flirt. I get along with just about everyone, except…
Caleb Reeves.
Also known as “the Bane of My Existence”
He’s everything I’m not: Focused, effortlessly sexy but straight, and an ex-Park Avenue Prince. Or the “Pricks,” as he likes to call us now.
Our rivalry is legendary. Putting us within a hundred feet of each other is just asking for trouble. But no one other than the two of us knows why ๐๐ how it began, and we plan to keep it that way.
The unspoken agreement is that Caleb keeps to his side of the city, I keep to mine, and we avoid each other at all costs.
Which would be great, except we have to see each once a month at family dinner.
Because Caleb isn’t only my arch-nemesis, he also happens to be…my stepbrother.
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Excerpt
**Unedited and subject to change.
As soon as the elevator opened, I rushed inside only to hear someone call out my name. The second I turned around, I realized it was a mistake, because of course it was Travis who slapped his hand against the closing door and pushed it back.
The gunmetal grey button-up he wore rose up a little with the move, showing off a strip of tanned skin just above his low-slung dark jeans. One of his flared bell sleeves dropped down his arm, revealing the multitude of rings adorning his fingers and the leather cuffs wrapped around his wrist. Tension radiated off him in waves, and I cursed at the confrontation I couldn’t seem to avoid.
“Going somewhere?” The ice in his voice matched the blue of his kohl-lined eyes as they narrowed dangerously on mine.
“Do us both a favor and go back to your party.”
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”
“No. Was I that obvious?”
Travis cocked his head to the side, the alcohol he’d downed more than evident in the crooked smirk that crept over his full lips. The tension from seconds ago morphing into his preferred ammo when he got someone alone—sex.
He was like this with everyone. It wasn’t like I was special. I was, however, the only one who didn’t succumb to his charms.
“Pity you can’t be that obvious about other things you’d like.”
“I’m not doing this with you.” I shoved off the back off the elevator ready to shove him out of it, when he stepped inside and the door slid shut behind him.
“Oops.”
“Oops my ass.”
“Well we could play that game too if you want to turn around and unzip.”
I clenched my back molars together as I did my level best to glare him to death. Unfortunately the asshole remained upright.
“You’re so fucking obnoxious, anyone ever tell you that?”
“Other than you?” Travis scrunched up his nose. “Nope. Most people lean towards hot, sexy, good in bed.”
“Only good, huh? That must be a blow to your ego.” The second the words were out of my mouth I realized my mistake, because if I’d learned anything over the years of verbal sparring with Travis it was that I was never going to come out on top.
“Usually it’s something else getting blown besides my ego. But if you’d like an up close and personal demonstration of just how good I can be, all you have to do is get down on your knees.”
I shouldn’t have been shocked by his words. Travis was all about being as outrageous as possible, and a quick “fuck you” here and there I could deal with.
The audacity behind these words though? The arrogance? He was fucking delusional.
“You wish.”
Travis crossed the car to stop opposite me, his eyes holding mine steady as he fired right back, “Yeah, well, at least I admit it.”
Not about to play into his little game, I refused to back down. “Why do you always do this?”
“Call you out on your shit?”
“Draw attention to me?” I angled my chin up, not about to let him think for a second I was intimidated by him the way others were around the Park Avenue Dicks. “You hate me so much and don’t want me around, yet the second I am you’re all about fucking with me.”
Travis’s lips curled at the edge. “Nice choice of words. Accident or on purpose?”
“This might come as a newsflash to you, but not everyone who talks to you wants to fuck you.”
“See there you go again with the whole ‘everyone’ spiel. I’m asking about you, Caleb.” Travis leaned in a fraction, making me immediately rear back. “Do you wanna fuck me?”