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Enemies to lovers, Stepbrother romance

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*PREORDER: Releasing September 27th, 2024.

Aria

He was my new stepbrother, crashing into my life from out of nowhere and playing the perfect guy card flawlessly.

But I’m not fooled, even if those dark eyes make my heart stutter. I won’t let him tear my family apart—I’m certain he’s scheming, and I’m not about to let him win.

I can shield my family from the so-called golden child, but can I uncover his secrets before he gets to my heart?

Miles

Magnus Miller adored his precious daughter. Despite her not being part of the plan, the attraction I felt was too sinful to ignore.

She was the perfect in I needed to infiltrate the family. Magnus Miller would pay for his part in my mother’s demise.

Nothing could derail my plan…
… but her.

With her brightly colored hair and bright blue eyes, she stole my focus. I began to question my purpose.

She was my stepsister, forbidden fruit, tantalizingly out of reach, yet I couldn’t help but want her.
Need her.


Book 3 in the Elite Heirs of Manhattan, Can be read as a standalone but best read in order:)

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Chapter One – Aria


“Sorry about that, sis.”

Four words with the power to take everything I thought I knew and turn it upside down.
From a complete stranger.

Thoughts of my parents’ happy marriage and my secure family hit me all at once. So many of my friends came from miserably broken homes and hardly knew their parents. I used to think we were better than them. Looking back, it’s not something I was proud of.

Only the sharp pain in my bottom lip alerted me to the fact that I was chewing the hell out of it, gazing out the window of the SoHo restaurant where my sister was supposed to meet me for lunch. She would be as shocked as I was when I confessed everything that went down earlier when I learned exactly how a deer feels when headlights bear down on them.

The only thing I couldn’t convey was how he’d made me feel for weeks. Showing up in random places. The spin class where he’d stared daggers at me until I couldn’t stand the thought of showing my face. Standing behind me in Starbucks. Hanging around outside the restaurant where Valentina and I ate dinner a week ago. It had gotten to the point where I looked for him wherever I went.

He hadn’t said a word until today, but there hadn’t been a need to. His intense energy spoke volumes until he’d decided to stop playing around and finally introduce himself as a member of my family.

“My name is Miles.” He offered a charming grin while his eyes—green flecked with gold and apparently blessed with the ability to stare through me—darted over my face, searching for my reaction to his little announcement. It made my skin crawl the way he observed me like a predator anticipating his prey’s first move.

What was I thinking? He was nobody. A creep with an accent. “I don’t care what your name is, and I don’t care what scam you’re trying to pull.” I snatched my matcha latte from him, which, for some reason, made him laugh like there was something funny about that. “And if you think you’re the first person to ever claim you came from one of my dad’s swimmers, think again. I’m not impressed.”

“So distrusting,” he murmured. His accent would’ve been a serious turn-on if the rest of him wasn’t so repulsive. The sensual mouth now curved in a knowing grin. The laughter in his eyes. He scrubbed a hand over his head, raking his fingers through short, dirty blond curls that were just a little too long. They gave him sort of a roguish look.

“Whatever you say.” I wasn’t about to give him another moment of my time. There I was, worrying about him being a dangerous stalker when really he was nothing but a pathetic jerk with a scam in mind. Why he’d spent weeks intimidating me was anybody’s guess.

“Why don’t you ask your father?” he called out to my back. I turned away, determined to forget he existed. “Ask him about Leila.”




 

“Listen…” she snarled, “… you might have him fooled, but not me.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, all innocent, as I looked down at her finger. It would have been too easy to yank her close and make her think twice about poking the lion unless she knew she could handle the roar. “What is this all about?”

“Drop the act,” she warned. “All your life, you didn’t know him or any of us, and now you want to be part of the family? I’m sure you didn’t mind finding out your mother’s ex-husband is a billionaire. I’m sure that had nothing to do with it.”

A billionaire who left his ex with nothing. Who abandoned her when something more interesting came along and conveniently ignored the fact of a child being involved. “Not everyone is as mercenary as you clearly are, Aria,” I murmured, pride swelling in my chest when her face went pink, and she fell back a step. “As for money, I have all I’ll ever need.”

“Sure, keep playing innocent. It seems to be working so fucking well.” She cast a doleful eye toward her father’s closed door. “You are not going to take advantage of his kindness. I won’t let you.”

“Really, Aria, you’re going to have to explain what you mean. I don’t have the first idea.”

Her cheeks went from pink to deep red. “You know damn well what I mean.” Touching a hand to her chest, she whimpered out, “Oh, poor me, a rich tech guy with nowhere to stay. I don’t have a family. Let me invade yours.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Are you afraid Daddy doesn’t have enough time for you now that he’s found the son he always wanted?” That might have been a mistake, but it came tumbling out before I could help it. It was unusual for me to take such a risk, but then her imperious attitude left me craving the satisfaction of watching her wither under my perceptive gaze. “Maybe you should be worried. He might want a son with business sense to manage his investments while you go to spin class and have your hair done. He may even add me to his will. That would put a crimp in your plans, I’d bet.”

Her head snapped back like she’d been struck. “Fuck you,” she whispered, trembling. “That is a foul thing to say. You’re a foul person.”

“I’ve been called worse things by people I’ve respected and who had a legitimate reason to sling slurs around.” I sighed, tired of where this conversation was going. “Your name-calling doesn’t matter to me, especially when I’ve done nothing to deserve it.”

“I am not going to let you do whatever it is you have in mind,” she warned, trailing me through the sprawling penthouse, her footsteps ringing out like gunshots.

The artwork on the walls would have put me through university twice over with thousands to spare, but they probably took it for granted.

“Is this the way to the door?” I asked over my shoulder, ignoring her.

“Yes,” she growled out. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll walk through it and not come back.”

“But Aria, I’ve been invited, remember?” It was almost impossible not to openly laugh at the impotent fury that twisted her features when I stopped at the door and turned to face her. “Look at it this way. We’ll get to know each other better. Your father seems very keen on all of us being a family.”

“You will never be part of my family,” she warned.

“Is that a threat? I can’t quite tell.” Chuckling, I opened the door and headed for the elevator. “We can work it all out when I come back. And I will,” I assured her.

“It’s your funeral.” She slammed the door between us, and it was a relief to let out the laugh I’d been holding back, even as my dick twitched at the challenge she presented. I would surely remember her heaving tits later, alone, jerking off to the memory of sizzling heat that seemed to spring to life out of nowhere when we were face-to-face.

It wouldn’t be a hardship to take advantage of our chemistry and the fact she was so very easy on the eyes.

Magnus had no idea who he’d welcomed into his home. The man who would tear his perfect family to pieces.

I could hardly wait to get started.


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❤️ Stepbrother romance

❤️ Billionaires Romance

❤️ Enemies-to-lovers Romance

❤️ Morally Grey MMC

❤️ Alpha Male

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M.A.
Sinful Desires

Absolutely loved the third installment in the Elite Heirs series. The younger hunk holes are even better than the original.
Can’t wait for the release of Silent Cravings.

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Carrie Punky Fae
Another Win

I love Missy’s elite men of manhattan series and the heirs are right there too.. The relationship between Aria and Miles was a fun read.. You have to love to hate them both at times and the twist that finally brings them together is worth the ride!!

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Angelica Andersson
Sinful desire

Darn this is just what I love. Enemies to lovers bit also stepsiblings. I devoured this book and I just need to find out what will happen next.
Oh Missy you do know how to spoil us with wonderful writing.

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Elaine
Sinful desires ;)

This has to have been my favourite book of the series so far. It takes an unexpected turn and miles is not who you think he is. Can’t wait for the next instalment!!

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Julie
Sinful indeed

Another amazing book. Can't wait for the next book. Enemies to lovers. Touch of taboo some revenge and a wonderful read.

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“Listen…” she snarled, “… you might have him fooled, but not me.”

“Excuse me?” I asked, all innocent, as I looked down at her finger. It would have been too easy to yank her close and make her think twice about poking the lion unless she knew she could handle the roar. “What is this all about?”

“Drop the act,” she warned. “All your life, you didn’t know him or any of us, and now you want to be part of the family? I’m sure you didn’t mind finding out your mother’s ex-husband is a billionaire. I’m sure that had nothing to do with it.”

A billionaire who left his ex with nothing. Who abandoned her when something more interesting came along and conveniently ignored the fact of a child being involved. “Not everyone is as mercenary as you clearly are, Aria,” I murmured, pride swelling in my chest when her face went pink, and she fell back a step. “As for money, I have all I’ll ever need.”

“Sure, keep playing innocent. It seems to be working so fucking well.” She cast a doleful eye toward her father’s closed door. “You are not going to take advantage of his kindness. I won’t let you.”

“Really, Aria, you’re going to have to explain what you mean. I don’t have the first idea.”

Her cheeks went from pink to deep red. “You know damn well what I mean.” Touching a hand to her chest, she whimpered out, “Oh, poor me, a rich tech guy with nowhere to stay. I don’t have a family. Let me invade yours.”

“Is that what you’re worried about? Are you afraid Daddy doesn’t have enough time for you now that he’s found the son he always wanted?” That might have been a mistake, but it came tumbling out before I could help it. It was unusual for me to take such a risk, but then her imperious attitude left me craving the satisfaction of watching her wither under my perceptive gaze. “Maybe you should be worried. He might want a son with business sense to manage his investments while you go to spin class and have your hair done. He may even add me to his will. That would put a crimp in your plans, I’d bet.”

Her head snapped back like she’d been struck. “Fuck you,” she whispered, trembling. “That is a foul thing to say. You’re a foul person.”

“I’ve been called worse things by people I’ve respected and who had a legitimate reason to sling slurs around.” I sighed, tired of where this conversation was going. “Your name-calling doesn’t matter to me, especially when I’ve done nothing to deserve it.”

“I am not going to let you do whatever it is you have in mind,” she warned, trailing me through the sprawling penthouse, her footsteps ringing out like gunshots.

The artwork on the walls would have put me through university twice over with thousands to spare, but they probably took it for granted.

“Is this the way to the door?” I asked over my shoulder, ignoring her.

“Yes,” she growled out. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll walk through it and not come back.”

“But Aria, I’ve been invited, remember?” It was almost impossible not to openly laugh at the impotent fury that twisted her features when I stopped at the door and turned to face her. “Look at it this way. We’ll get to know each other better. Your father seems very keen on all of us being a family.”

“You will never be part of my family,” she warned.

“Is that a threat? I can’t quite tell.” Chuckling, I opened the door and headed for the elevator. “We can work it all out when I come back. And I will,” I assured her.

“It’s your funeral.” She slammed the door between us, and it was a relief to let out the laugh I’d been holding back, even as my dick twitched at the challenge she presented. I would surely remember her heaving tits later, alone, jerking off to the memory of sizzling heat that seemed to spring to life out of nowhere when we were face-to-face.

It wouldn’t be a hardship to take advantage of our chemistry and the fact she was so very easy on the eyes.

Magnus had no idea who he’d welcomed into his home. The man who would tear his perfect family to pieces.

I could hardly wait to get started.


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