Cover Reveal: Tool (A Step Brother Romance #2) by Sabrina Paige

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Cover Reveal: Tool (A Step Brother Romance #2) by Sabrina PaigeTitle: Tool
Author: Sabrina Paige
Series: A Step Brother Romance #2
Published by Self-Published
Release Date April 7, 2015
Genres: Erotic Romance, New Adult Romance
More Info: Goodreads
I call him “Tool” because he’s a dick.

Gaige O’Neal is nicknamed “Tool” because of what he’s packing. Rumor is, he’s well equipped.

I wouldn’t know. I’ve never had the pleasure.

He’s a cocky, entitled, insufferable a**hole who’s as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races.

He’s also my stepbrother. Lucky me.

It’s been four years since I’ve seen him. Four years since he’s made me so frustrated I could scream. Four years since he’s given me that look, the one that makes me instantly wet.

So it’s just f**ing fitting that the first time I see him in four years, he’s buried beneath three scantily clad blondes.

Now I’m stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasn’t affected the use of his tool.

The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just can’t help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he's working with.

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Cover Model: Andrew England
Photographer: Golden Czermak, Furious Fotog
Cover Artist: Cormar Covers

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Excerpt

Delaney doesn’t take her eyes off mine, and I watch as something changes in her expression. A look of resolve, I think. She reaches inside my pants and wraps her hand around my c**k. “Then what do you want?” she asks. Her voice is low, breathy, and she looks up at me, her eyes wide.

“I want whatever the hell makes you keep doing what you’re doing,” I say as she slides her hand up my shaft, her touch light as a feather.

“I don’t know what I’m doing, Gaige” she whispers. “I don’t know what we’re doing.”

“You’re always too much in your head, darlin’,” I say, kicking off my shoes and sliding my jeans down over my a**. “So just stop thinking. Take off those f**king clothes before I tear them off you.”

Delaney’s eyes get big again. “Do you just order women around like that?” she asks. “Is that your thing?”

“My thing? F**k. I’m naked and you’re still standing there talking,” I say. “I will rip your clothes off. Try me. It’s not an idle threat.”

“So girls just do what you tell them to do?” she asks. But both of her hands are on the hem of that silky-as-hell shirt of hers, paused as if she’s deciding whether or not to strip. I’m going to make that decision real f**king easy, because I’m not playing any more.

“Stop talking,” I say, my hand on the base of my c**k. “Take. Off. Your. G**amn. Clothes. Now.” I punctuate each word for emphasis, and I swear to all that is holy, I am very close to tearing open her clothes like a wild animal. I’ve waited long enough for her. Four years. Four years and three months. Four years and three months and nine days.

Delaney starts to lift her shirt, but she’s too slow, and I reach for the material, yanking it over her head in one swoop. Her hair spills down her shoulders, strands tumbling down her breasts. Taking a handful of hair at the nape of her neck, I yank her roughly against my hardness. When she moans, it’s almost my undoing.

I kiss her, and it’s nothing like the other times I’ve put my lips against hers. All of those kisses were just a prelude to this. This is the real deal. That rush I get when I’m racing is like nothing compared to my tongue in Delaney’s mouth, my hand cupping her breast and feeling her melt against me. It sends adrenaline coursing through my veins, the rush of arousal better than any other high in the world.

Delaney gasps when I finally take my mouth off hers. “Hell, Gaige,” she whispers, putting her fingers to her lips.

“Sh**, you ain’t seen nothing yet, darlin’,” I tell her. It’s part promise and part warning. I’m not sure what this girl is going to do to me. I think she might f**king destroy me.

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Prick (A Step Brother Romance #1)

Amazon US

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I can’t stop thinking about that prick.

Caulter Sterling is a prick.

A filthy-mouthed, womanizing, crude, spoiled, arrogant prick.

The tattooed, pierced, panty-melting-hot son of a celebrity.

I hate him.

He’s slept his way through practically every girl at Brighton Academy.

Except for me.

I’m the good girl. The responsible girl. The 4.0, class president, studied-so-much-she-never-lost-the-big-V girl.

And in celebration of graduation and adulthood, I just made the worst decision in the history of ever.

I lost my V-card to the devil himself.

It was just one night. So what if it was mind-blowing? Hit it and quit it.

Except I just found out that my father – the Senator, the Presidential hopeful – is marrying Caulter’s mother. Oh, and this summer? We’re hitting the campaign trail.

One big happy family.

I’m totally f**ked.

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About Sabrina Paige

Sabrina Paige is a romance author who writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Taming Blaze is her debut novel.

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