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Obsessed
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I am so effing dead.

Mom just got married, and now I have to live with my new billionaire stepbrother, Kent Payne. I should be happy, right? We aren’t surviving on noodles and rice anymore. And at first I am happy. But things change. Quickly. It’s him. Kent Payne. He is exactly what his name implies--a pain in the butt. Sure, he’s gorgeous, and rich, and built like a god. But he’s also a controlling, irritating, womanizing tool.

Now, thanks to our parents, we’re members of one big, happy family. Whoo-to-the-fu**ing-hoo. He’s a jerk. And nothing can happen between us anyway.

So I shouldn’t care about who he’s kissing in the kitchen...

And I definitely shouldn’t be fantasizing about him being my first...

Obsessed is the first installment in a THREE PART SERIAL.

Genres: Romance, New Adult/College, Billionaire

LanguageEnglish
Release dateOct 12, 2015
ISBN9781310621406
Obsessed
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Tawny Taylor

Nothing exciting happens in Tawny Taylor's life, unless you count giving the cat a flea dip--a cat can make some fascinating sounds when immersed chin-deep in insecticide--or chasing after a houseful of upchucking kids during flu season. She doesn't travel the world or employ a staff of personal servants. She's not even built like a runway model. She's just your run-of-the-mill Detroit suburban mom and wife. That's why she writes, for the sheer joy of it. She doesn't need to escape, mind you. Despite being run-of-the-mill, her life is wonderful. She just likes to add some...zip. Her heroines might resemble herself, or her next door neighbor (sorry Sue), but they are sure to be memorable (she hopes!). And her heroes--inspired by movie stars, her favorite television actors or her husband--are fully capable of delivering one hot happily-ever-after after another. Combined, the characters and plots she weaves bring countless hours of enjoyment to Tawny...and she hopes to readers too! In the end, that's all the matters to Tawny, bringing a little bit of zip to someone else's life.

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Obsessed - Tawny Taylor

Obsessed

A New Adult Alpha Billionaire Romance

By

Tawny Taylor

Copyright 2015 Tawny Taylor

Smashwords Edition

ABOUT THE BOOK

For fans of Stepbrother Dearest and Stepbrother Billionaire

I hate him and yet I want him. Desperately.

I am so effing dead.

Mom just got married, and now I have to live with my new billionaire stepbrother, Kent Payne. I should be happy, right? We aren’t surviving on noodles and rice anymore. And at first I am. But things change. Quickly. It’s him. Kent Payne. He is exactly what his name implies--a pain in the ass. Sure, he’s gorgeous, and rich, and built like a god. But he’s also a controlling, irritating, womanizing tool.

Now, thanks to our parents, we’re members of one big, happy family. Whoo-to-the-fu**ing-hoo. He’s a jerk. And nothing can happen between us anyway.

So I shouldn’t care about who he’s kissing in the kitchen...

And I definitely shouldn’t be fantasizing about him being my first

Stepbrother Romance is a THREE PART SERIAL.

Genres: Romance, New Adult/College, Billionaire Stepbrother

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Chapter 1

Holy shit. What was this?

The devil was building a snowman. In hell. Right now.

Why would I think that? Because I was standing in the entry of a freaking palace, a suitcase in one hand, a letter in the other. A letter from my mother.

Mom believes in old-fashioned ways of communicating. She loves writing letters. She says they’re more personal than texting or emailing.

Whatever.

This one…this message…should have been delivered in person.

She was getting married. My mom. The woman who told me time and time again that men weren’t worth their weight in worm poop.

She was getting married. The woman who swore she’d never be owned by a man.

She was getting married. The woman who’d raised me on her own and was proud of it.

That woman was on her way to some tropical island to exchange vows with her soon-to-be husband, Dirk Payne.

I should have known something was up when she sent a letter last week, telling me to come to this address for Spring Break, instead of going to her apartment in Ferndale. When I’d pulled up to the massive house, I thought for sure I’d gone to the wrong place. I mean, this place was insane.

Mom and I used to love to go to Sunday open houses in the rich neighborhoods—Grosse Point Shores, Franklin, Bloomfield Hills. We’d dress up in our Sunday best and pretend like we were house hunting. It was innocent fun. I loved seeing what those beautiful houses looked like on the inside, dreaming about living in them.

But some of those houses were shacks compared to this place.

I looked up. The entry ceiling was at least twenty feet high. And a ginormous chandelier dripped crystals from the soaring height. The floor was a smooth marble tile, the walls snow white. A stone waterfall hung on one wall, dripping water to the reservoir at the bottom, making the air smell wet.

Feeling totally out of place, I kicked off my shoes and hooked my fingers in the backs to carry them. Hello? I called. Somebody had let me in when I’d knocked on the front door. I’d heard the lock disengage. So where was the he or she who let me in?

The entryway opened at the rear to a glorious open-concept kitchen-slash-dining-slash-living area. The kitchen boasted polished stone counters, more cupboards than anyone would need in a lifetime, and gleaming stainless steel appliances.

Oh, and a guy dressed in a pair of shorts and nothing else.

A really good looking guy dressed in a pair of shorts and nothing else…with abs that looked like they’d been cut with a blade, they were so defined.

I swallowed a mouthful of drool and smiled at Mr. Perfect Abs, heading his way. Hi. I’m Shayne. Terry’s daughter. I guess I’m supposed to stay here for the week.

Mr. Perfect Abs met me in the middle, arm extended. Up close, I could see he was older than me by at least a handful of years, maybe more. I could also see his shoulder and arm muscles were just as defined as his abs.

And his face was beau-ti-ful.

I tucked my shoes under my arm to free up my hand. You bet I was going to shake Mr. Perfect’s hand.

Kent, Mr. Perfect introduced. His clasp was firm. His eyes were sharp as they met mine. Welcome. After shaking my hand he held it a little longer than necessary. I took that as a good sign. I was feeling welcome. Most definitely. I’m Dirk’s son. I guess that makes me your big brother.

I scowled. A big brother? At my age? No, thank you. Especially this Adonis with the scrumptious abs and broad shoulders. How about if I just call you Kent instead?

Fair enough.

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