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Emilia Beaumont is a full-time writer, originally hailing from England, living in the South of Ireland with her husband and a house full of cats. Surrounded by peaceful emerald fields she always has a pen and notebook to hand ready for when the next saucy idea strikes. Emilia is also an avid comic-book reader, and a wildlife advocate.
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Also by Emilia Beaumont
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SNAKE: a Stepbrother Romance
Kiss Me Again (a Second Chance Stepbrother Romance)
Cheating, f**king, lying Snake!
I thought he was different than all the rest.
My stepbrother, Devan, was everything I longed for in a man: loyal, protective, and strong.
After being burned so many times by cheating scumbags, you can understand why. Devan’s the perfect guy; the standard I hold other men up to. If only I could have a carbon copy of him… tattoos and all.
But then he kissed me. And no matter how much I want him to be mine, I now see him for what he really is.
Another snake that can’t keep it in his pants.
He’s married, for f*cks sake!
Their marriage is in trouble, but that’s no excuse, and it just happens to be one of the reasons why I’m living with the couple… I’ve made a deal to be their surrogate.
How did my life become so complicated all of a sudden?
Because now, after just one amazing kiss, I can’t stop thinking about my stepbrother and the baby I promised to give him.
Turn the page for a teaser…
SNAKE: A Stepbrother Romance
We stumbled out into the night air, and I mean really stumbled. I almost fell on my face and would have if Devan hadn’t caught my arm.
“Whoa there, Tiger,” he said and I blushed at the pet name he kept using in place of my own.
Tiger. I liked the sound of that. His voice was quieter outside, and he picked me up as if I weighed nothing, our faces got close, and I could smell the alcohol on his breath mingled with the warm heady musk of his sweaty body. It was a comforting smell. “Can you walk?” he whispered, and I almost said no, to prevent him from putting me down.
“I’m fine,” I said, hearing the slur in my own voice. “I’m fine.” I tried it again and got the words to come out more clearly.
He offered his arm, and I linked mine through it and leaned against him. He was toasty and strong, and god did he smell good, more intoxicating that the alcohol that was sloshing around inside me. I didn’t think I’d ever been this close to him outside of hugging him hello and goodbye. He felt nice, safe and dangerous all at the same time. He’s off-limits, I reminded myself. He’s your married stepbrother!
“He didn’t hurt you did he?” Dev asked quietly as we walked.
“Mark? No… I’m fine. Thank you by the way,” I replied.
I expected him to say that it was no problem, but his whole body seemed to tense up. “The fuck are you doing with a sleaze like him?” he snarled.
“I--”
Dev stopped and took hold of my shoulders.
“You deserve better than the likes of him, Mila.”
What could I say? I knew he was right. I nodded.
“He’s just someone I know,” I said weakly.
Dev shook his head, his jawline pulsing as he said through gritted teeth, “Promise me, Mila, that you won’t see him again. I don’t think I could stand his hands…” Dev stopped himself and looked away.
“Don’t think you could what?” I asked expectantly, wanting so desperately to finish that sentence.
He stood and let his eyes travel from mine to my lips and back up.
“Never mind.”
We took a cab home, and when the driver pulled up to the curb, it was obvious that Monique wasn’t home. The whole house was dark, and her car was still gone from its usual spot in the driveway.
Devan tipped the cab driver and then closed the door, turning to me. “I’m gonna walk you to your place,” he said surprising me; he’d been quiet the whole ride home.
“My place is right there,” I said and giggled, pointing up ahead and to the right.
“Still,” he said, “I want to make sure you get up those stairs okay.”
Like a true gentleman, he escorted me up the stairs, keeping a tight hold of me and occasionally palming the small of my back to keep me upright when I wobbled. We stopped on the landing outside the door while I fumbled for my keys. I found them, and he took them from me, finding the right one in no time and slipping it into the lock. I turned to give him a hug.
“Tonight was so fun, well apart from, you know, what happened with Mark. But we should do it more often,” I said, my arms around him. Our chests were pressed together and he squeezed me tight around my waist. “Thank you.”
“No, thank you for everything you’re doing,” Devan whispered. His mouth was right beside my ear, and I felt his lips brush against my lobe as he spoke.
I breathed in sharply as I felt my body respond to his touch. Locked in the hug, I suddenly found that I didn’t want to let go, and he didn’t make a move to release me, either. In fact, I wanted to be closer to him. Insanity overcame me, and I squeezed him and moved my hips closer to his. I felt something hard against my thigh and knew that he was feeling the same thing.
“Dev?” I whispered, pulling back, my cheek brushing against his short stubble.
I glanced up, seeing the fire in his eyes, and then almost at once his lips were on mine. I hardly had the chance to breathe.
He was still holding me up, which was a good thing because when his lips pressed against my mouth, I was overtaken with a sensation of desire I’d never felt before – not with Mark, not with anybody.
I kissed him back, knowing full well I shouldn’t, but I ignored any thoughts to desist. I pressed my mouth to his, wanting more. His tongue slipped into my mouth, roughly brushing over my lips, and filled me till I felt my eyes roll back.