Rebel: A Stepbrother Romance by Kim Linwood (New Adult)

I recently read and reviewed Rebel (here’s my review) and I also connected with the phenomenal, first-time author Kim Linwood for an interview on MM Jaye writes (coming soon). Stepbrother romances are selling like hot cakes right now, and Kim did a great job targeting the right audience. Read on for a Rebel fix:


by Kim Linwood
Published: May 14, 2015
Genres: New Adult
Heat Level: 3 (Explicit sex scenes)

Purchase Link: Amazon


“Just follow my lead, babe.” He takes my left hand in his right, puts his left hand at the small of my back, then leads me elegantly around the dance floor while I follow the best I can. He moves confidently, like he’s done this a million times, his strong arms nearly carrying me. “Dad insisted I learn this shit growing up. Never thought it’d actually come in handy.”

Gavin laughs while doing his best to make me look graceful. It’s like I’m floating when I’m in his arms, my head swimming and it’s not just from the alcohol. Twinkling stars spin above as he twirls me, the wrap floating around my thighs, and when he pulls me back in, I melt into him. I think I’m pretending, but honestly I can’t even tell anymore.

The first number ends, and after a round of applause that he receives gracefully and I receive by burying my face against his chest to hide my blush, the other partiers join in.

I try to head back to the table, but Gavin stops me with a tight grip on my arm. He shakes his head, a playful pout on his full lips. “Tell me you are not leaving me on the dance floor after only one dance. On our wedding night, no less.”

“I’m not much of a dancer.” Other than alone in my bedroom, I add silently. But he doesn’t need to know that.

He pulls me right back into his grip, holding me so close I can hear his heartbeat thundering in my ear. “Don’t care. Dance with me.” Then with one hand holding me close, and the other sliding down onto my ass, he leans into the crook of my neck and kisses it while we sway to the slow number the band is playing. For a second I tense, but something gives. Instead of pushing away, I press closer to him, even putting a soft kiss or two on his chest.

All the fight has gone out of me, and I can’t seem to find it again. I’ve no idea how long we dance, but I’m snapped out of the moment when there’s a bright explosion on the night sky, illuminating us in reds and blues. My first thought is the Captain’s tall pirate story, but it’s only fireworks.

We look up, still standing close and swaying gently. Flash after flash lights up the deck, spraying every color imaginable into the air. The fireworks reflect in the crystal clear waters, making it seem like we’re completely surrounded. It’s magical. Something tells me that I need to remember this, because I can’t imagine a more beautiful wedding, and no matter what happens afterwards, for right now, it’s mine.

Captain Chuck comes by with fresh champagne flutes, giving us one each with a wink before returning to mingle with the other passengers. He’s got the sense to leave us alone. Gavin downs his in one long gulp and then throws the glass overboard. “We’re going upstairs.”

I open my mouth to protest, but my body betrays me. I shiver in anticipation, and when I speak it’s not the oh my God, no that I was thinking. Instead, I just say, “Okay.” Grinning mischievously, I throw my glass like he did, watching it arc through the air until it disappears into the inky blackness surrounding the ship. I giggle like I’ve just done something ridiculously naughty.

Who are you and what have you done with Angie?

With a laugh, Gavin scoops me up in his powerful arms, carrying me easily. Instead of fighting him, I nuzzle my face against his broad chest and wrap my arms around his neck. My new husband might be an asshole, but there’s still a stupid smile on my face.

The crowd cheers and claps as he carries me past them. I burst out laughing, and I can’t stop it, burying my face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. Everyone knows where we’re heading, and why.

I’ve just gotten married to a guy who confuses, infuriates and tempts me like no other.

And it’s time for the wedding night.


About the Author

Kim Linwood is a sucker for bad boys, billionaires and alpha males. If they’re all three at once, that’s even better. When she’s not writing about romantic conflicts and witty dialogue, she’s herding two growing boys (who are of course not bad) with her husband.

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Fate Accompli by MM Jaye

girlboycover_152x228_finalIt’s high time I hosted an excerpt of my own here! Fate Accompli is now available on Amazon in two heat versions: Clean (no bedroom scenes) and Spicy (explicit but not graphic intimacy). Here’s an excerpt from Chapter Eight.

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Excerpt from Chapter Eight

Alex prided himself on being the perfect gentleman even under severe stress, but on that godforsaken day, everything he knew about himself had crumbled. He had literally cornered his assistant, then nearly assaulted her—and would have taken her there and then if the fire alarm hadn’t gone off—and now, he’d abandoned his escort without any explanation.

He stabbed his fingers through his hair as he made his way through patrons who were lingering outside the tiny bar smoking and chatting. He’d walked to Psyrri in an effort to clear his head, and now he had to return to Arger Enterprises on foot to get his motorbike. He would ride it at breakneck speed along the coastal highway until his mind behaved in a way he could recognize and feel comfortable with. Then he would go home and sleep the day off. Hopefully, tomorrow he would be back to his old self-assured self and then he would find an efficient way to deal with this mind-boggling situation he’d gotten himself into.

Determined to put off unsettling thoughts about Monica until the morning, he took the scenic route to central Omonia Square, strolling along the sinuous cobbled streets branching out of the main highway. He made a conscious effort to relax and take in the ambrosial aroma of the evening primrose that tumbled gaily over walls and balconies, smoothly blending with the pungent scent of caramelized sugar wafting from cotton candy stalls. Skirting a young couple kissing fervently in the middle of the street and then a huckster hawking his “gold” ware, he thought he’d managed to slow his mind down enough to enjoy the moment, but the conniving day wasn’t through with him.

Because there she was.

Sitting on a backless street bench, a beer bottle in her hand, she was watching a fire performer juggling torches. Her beautiful face had taken on a golden glow from the swirling fire before her and, as she tipped her head back to bring the bottle to her lips, he saw her loose long hair cascade down her back in soft waves that almost touched her seat.

Just as his chest constricted at her sight, he swore lavishly. She wouldn’t give him a break now, would she? Of course, he could always turn around and leave. She hadn’t seen him yet. But just like earlier, he went up to her.

Because he had to.

She lifted her calm gaze to his face … and smiled!


 Of course, he would be here, Monica thought as she slowly rose to her feet, holding his piercing gaze. It wasn’t twelve o’clock yet. The day wasn’t over. In the next hour, she could see him turn into a frog and still not bat an eyelid.

No, that’s two different fairy tales.

Alex just stood there and stared at her. “Did you send those faxes?” he grated.

Monica rolled her eyes. Him and his faxes! “I did send the faxes,” she said in carefully spaced words.

Oh, this is fun.

Without warning, Alex took hold of her arm and dragged her to a corner where the din from the street was not so loud.

“Listen, Monica,” he rasped, “I was with a woman just before.”

Patience, she reminded herself, squelching the flutter of disappointment that dared mess with the good place she was in. Regaining her composure, she arched her brows expectantly as she did when she took dictation from him.

“I see.”

He yanked her arm. “Damn it, didn’t you hear me? I was with a woman!”

Extracting her arm from his grip, she gave him a sweet smile and blinked. “How can I help you with that?”

She could see that her calmness toyed with his temper dangerously. “You helped a great deal,” he hissed, “with your antics in the swimming pool and … after.”

“I’m sorry, I see no connection.”

Alex’s eyes darted to the street and he leaned closer. “I intended to be with that woman, tonight, but I … couldn’t, thanks to you.”

That revelation managed to shake her. She hadn’t expected it so soon. After what had happened earlier, she was certain as to where things between them would eventually lead, but she had settled in for a long wait until he’d come around.

Her breath audibly quickened, but she’d be damned if she’d show weakness. “Should I feel sorry about that?”

Alex’s dark gaze lost some of its fire. “No, of course you shouldn’t be sorry. However, it can’t happen between us.”

Although prepared, her heart sank.

“Damn it, not as long as you work for me.” His eyes softened and his hard grip on her shoulder became an intimate squeeze. “But if the deal with Roe is sealed, I will leave the company and then…” Raising his hands, he ran them through her hair, fanning it out.

Monica’s breath caught in her throat. What was he saying? Was he actually admitting that he wanted them to be together?

His face hardened again and he let his hands fall to his sides. “But until then, I’m your boss and you’re my assistant. That’s it,” he said, his stretched hand slicing the air to drive his point through.

Monica bit her lower lip, trying not to smile. He had all but said it. Not only had he accepted the powerful attraction between them, but he had even admitted it to her. Well, that was as close an admittance as she would get for the time being. Because when the deal was sealed… She felt her body shiver in anticipation.

“Tomorrow, I’ll fly to London. I might as well be there, since Roe might come up with all sorts of delays again. And I can’t afford to have any more delays.” With a sigh, he cupped her chin and his thumb caressed her lower lip.

“I could always send him some of my orgasmic pie—” Monica ventured, aware that it was her beer-boosted nerve speaking.

Alex’s gaze darkened, and she could see the juggler’s fire reflected in the depths of his eyes. Leaning down, he brought his lips a hairbreadth away from hers.

“Let me go home, little siren,” he said huskily, his hot whiskey-smelling breath further warming her flushed face. “Otherwise, you’ll tempt me to follow you and then, believe me, I’ll show you what orgasmic truly means.”