Title: StepSister Devotion: The Complete Series
Author: Eve Cates
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: April 29, 2015
Forbidden love between a stepbrother and a stepsister. Told from the male point of view. 18+ due to sex scenes and language.
She had me at the word ‘Run’.
I first met my stepsister, Abigail Dorset at a wedding – my father had left my mom and married hers; I went there expecting to hate her.
Instead, I found something much worse…I found my soul mate. It was in the form of a girl who looked just like Snow White, and just like in the fairy tale, there was a wicked stepmother who would do everything in her power to keep control over her daughter’s destiny. Being a Dorset meant you have to marry into the right gene pool and appear to be of the highest moral code. Abigail’s life was mapped out the day she was born. I was seen as bump in the road – a deviant boy who needed to be avoided at all costs. So my stepmother kept us apart…or so she thought…
From the moment we met, Abigail and I knew there was something – some invisible force that makes two people want the one thing they can’t have. But we wanted it anyway. Over the years, we would fight and lie, sneak and hide – we’d hurt those around us in our need to be together in whatever way we could.
But most of all, we’d hurt each other and we’d hurt ourselves, all in a bid to figure it out and find a way to finally be together because every day we spend apart feels like dying.
A life with love is magical. Without it, living is torture.
Follow Sebastian Hawke and Abigail Dorset as they embark of a journey of love and devotion, kept secret, spanning years. Watch, as it drives them together and tears them apart before bringing them together again, older and wiser, ready to find a way – to do whatever it takes – because being apart from the one person you were born to love, isn’t an option.
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I pull at the trapdoor in a hurry, the ladder catching slightly, making me need to fold it back up and slow down before it will open properly so I can climb up.
When I reach the top, I see her straight away, looking at the old records that sit in a crate in the floor beside the gramophone.
“I thought you'd changed your mind,” she says as I slip the bolt into place and make my way toward her.
“I'm sorry,” I say quietly, moving to stand beside her. “I was playing guitar, and I lost track of time.”
She slides an old Ella Fitzgerald record out of the stack and holds it in front of her, her face the picture of serene beauty as she studies the cover. “I know, I heard you,” she says. “I stood outside your door and listened. You’re very good.”
I take the record she's holding from her hands, wishing I could paint so I could capture her beauty on canvas, as I place the record on the turntable, flicking the switch so the old machine whirs to life. A quiet melody fills the room.
She smiles happily, closing her eyes and swaying slightly to the soft tune. God, she's beautiful.
“Here,” I say, taking her hand and pulling her against me. She takes in a slow breath and I slide one arm around her waist and hold the other hand against my chest as I keep my eyes on hers, swaying with her, the two of us alone in this dusty oasis. Slowly, we move, our bodies melting into each other and all of the noise of my mind leaves me. Being with Abi is better than music and better than swimming or running. It’s better than any moment before and probably every moment after. It feels like perfection. And at some point during the dance, I decide that one summer will be enough. It will have to be enough – because I can’t not have her. I can’t reach the end of my days and look back, knowing that I missed this because I was too stubborn or greedy to just accept what I could have.
“So, is this where you hide out when you're here on your own?” she asks.
I rest my chin on the top of her head and she rests her cheek against my chest. It's perfection. This moment is perfection.
“Yeah, it's quiet and no one comes up here.”
“Do you think I can share it with you? Do you think this could be ours? A place where our parents don't exist and neither does the world and it’s just us, Abigail and Sebastian, and nothing and no one else.”
She pulls back from my chest and looks up at me with blue eyes filled with sincerity and it doesn't take me long to answer because I know this is the only way it's going to work. “I'd like that,” I respond, my voice not much more than a whisper as I look down at her, my heart thudding against my rib cage as my body heats and buzzes with her closeness.
She looks back at me and I can sense the invisible need that's in the air between us, drawing us closer.
“This is how it's going to be, isn't it?” I whisper, knowing I should stop but not wanting to.
“Yes,” she whispers back.
“I still want more.”
Then I kiss her. It starts off slow and sweet, lips and soft tongues, then it grows more insistent as every cell in my body screams for more of her. My hands slip down and grip her ass, my fingers meeting the soft flesh as they skirt the edge of her panties. I release a moan, my cock growing painfully hard as I realize that we’re really doing this.
She pulls back and looks up at me, her cheeks flushed with desire and her red lips brighter from our kissing.
“Let’s try this again,” she whispers, looking up at me as she reaches for the base of my shirt and pulls it up my body. Smiling, I help to pull it over my head and drop it on the floor beside us.
Her gaze travels over my torso and she pulls at her lip with her teeth and I'm filled with an overwhelming desire to bite it myself. I reach for her, my hand gripping the back of her head as I bring her mouth to mine and kiss her hard, catching her bottom lip between my teeth as I pull back and say, “Take it off,” as I nod toward her shirt.
She grins at me, her eyes sparkling as she reaches down and lift her tank top over her head, revealing a white lace bra that is so fucking sexy, I want to tear it off her tits with my teeth.
I reach out for her again but she places her hand on my chest and says, “Wait, I want to show you something first.”
She takes my hand and leads me further into the attic where I can see a soft glowing light behind a row of shelves as we round the corner. There's a mattress on the floor, made up and illuminated by a camping lantern.
Sliding my arm around her waist, I pull her against me and kiss her again, using my other hand to pull down the cup of her bra and get that first touch of her bare flesh.
“God, you're like a fucking dream,” I moan as I feel her nipple harden to my touch. I slowly lower her to the mattress and keep my hand on her breast, kissing my way down until I take her hard nipple into my mouth and swirl my tongue around its peak.
I'm so fucking turned on that it’s hard to see straight. It's even worse than my first time, and my desire is pulsing in my pants, demanding that I get inside her as fast as I can.
But that's not what I want. What I want is to make her come so damn hard that every guy she's ever had before me will pale in comparison. I want it so she'll never want another man again. I want to make her mine, brand her with my mouth and my hands and my cock. I want every part of her buzzing in ecstasy, so that she forever craves me the way I crave her. Then maybe she’ll see what I see – one summer won’t be enough.
About The Author
Eve Cates is a twenty-something author of contemporary erotic romance. She loves all things naughty, demanding men and difficult situations (pass the popcorn please). Her first series, StepSister Devotion, will be told in four parts, releasing via Kindle Unlimited.
Eve has loved writing ever since she picked up her first crayon and penned a note to her imaginary friend 'Pok'. Accused of being a 'dreamer' as she grew, she's taken that notion and turned her daydreams into stories to delight and satisfy her readers.
When she isn't writing, you'll find her at home with her husband, four children, and two dogs.