Title: Steal You Away
Author: Victoria Ashley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 7, 2020
Blurb
She
belongs to my brother…
I’ve stood back for years watching Dax repeatedly screw things up with
Kennedy, as if he doesn’t think anyone could ever swoop in and steal her away.
Breakup after breakup, they always end up back together, even though I’ve
always had a thing for her. I’m tired of waiting. He had his chance.
I want
mine.
When Dixie’s Alibi — her Grandmother’s bar — needs a new
cook for the food truck, I jump at the opportunity, despite the fact that
Kennedy Ward hates me. At least, she pretends she does. We both know she
secretly wants me and always has.
One way or another, I will get her to finally admit it, even if it
involves losing my brother. I plan to play dirty — real dirty — just like he
did. This time I’m going to beat him at his own game. I wanted her first, and
he knew that, but our age kept us apart. Not anymore.
Now, I’m
grown and ready to take what should’ve been mine to begin with.
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Once I make my way around the food truck, I yank the door open, stepping inside. Colson’s back is toward me as he works the grill, and like an idiot, I take the opportunity to check out his firm ass, enjoying the way his faded jeans hug it.
I don’t remember it being this firm. My eyes trail up to get away from his ass, and when they do, I take notice of the way his back muscles flex beneath his white long-sleeved shirt as he chops up whatever’s on the grill.
“Did you come in here to check me out or are you going to welcome me back home?”
“Neither,” I say to his back. “Where’s Roger?” I ask, finally taking my eyes off him long enough to realize he’s alone.
“Sent him home.”
“You did what?” I swallow in anger. “You’re supposed to be training, Colson. You’re not in any position to send anyone home.”
He does a few more chops, before setting his spatula aside and turns to face me. My insides heat up the moment my eyes trail up his firm chest and land on his perfectly sculpted face that I’ve spent years wondering what would look like now that he’s a little older and more mature.
It doesn’t disappoint; in fact, it does the complete opposite. His full lips are now surrounded by stubble and his perfect jawline is sexy enough to knock any girl’s panties off. He definitely didn’t look like this before he left. The way his dark strands hang messily around his face only tops it off, giving him the bad boy vibe that most girls dream about.
“I have it under control. He wasn’t needed, so I sent him home. I’m sure Dixie won’t mind.”
“That’s bullshit. You’ve been here for less than two hours. You can’t just show up and start throwing out orders. You don’t run this place. You don’t even have any experience.”
“You’re right…” His intense amber eyes lock on mine, peeking at me through his messy hair, and I almost lose my shit at how hot it is. “Because you’re about to run this place. When I heard you needed help, I came to the rescue.” He takes a step forward, leaning in close to my lips. “You should be thanking me,” he breathes. “I have many ways you can do that. But it’s best to wait until we’re alone before I name them.”
“Fuck off, Colson.” I place my hand on his firm chest to put some space between us. His closeness has my entire body igniting into flames. “I won’t be thanking you for shit. No one asked for your help. I know I certainly didn’t. In fact, I had no idea you were even back in town. Your sister failed to mention that little disappointing tidbit to me.”
“I doubt it’s that much of a disappointment. From what I remember, babe, I left you with a little something to remember me by and we both know you enjoyed it. Let’s not pretend.” His eyes lower to the natural bulge in his jeans, and following his trap, mine do as well. “I bet you still fantasize about my taste, don’t you? Does my brother know?”
“You’re disgusting.” I say, my pulse racing with need when he grips his dick through his jeans and bites his bottom lip. “If you must know, I haven’t thought about you in months. In fact, I almost forgot you existed until you showed up here.”
“We both know that’s a lie…” He smirks, before flipping over the piles of pork and steak covering the grill. And just like that, his attention is back on me, his wandering eyes making my legs shaky. “Pretend to hate me all you want, but we both know you need me, Kennedy. And not just to bring the bar business, but to finish the job I should’ve before I left and let you get back with Dax.” He rolls his sleeves up, revealing his firm forearms, before crossing his arms across his chest. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a job to do. Women’s panties to drop and all. No one likes false advertising, now do they?”
Excerpt
Once I make my way around the food truck, I yank the door
open, stepping inside. Colson’s back is toward me as he works the grill, and
like an idiot, I take the opportunity to check out his firm ass, enjoying the
way his faded jeans hug it.
I don’t remember it being this firm. My eyes trail up to get
away from his ass, and when they do, I take notice of the way his back muscles
flex beneath his white long-sleeved shirt as he chops up whatever’s on the
grill.
“Did you come in here to check me out or are you going to
welcome me back home?”
“Neither,” I say to his back. “Where’s Roger?” I ask,
finally taking my eyes off him long enough to realize he’s alone.
“Sent him home.”
“You did what?” I swallow in anger. “You’re supposed to be
training, Colson. You’re not in any position to send anyone home.”
He does a few more chops, before setting his spatula aside
and turns to face me. My insides heat up the moment my eyes trail up his firm
chest and land on his perfectly sculpted face that I’ve spent years wondering
what would look like now that he’s a little older and more mature.
It doesn’t disappoint; in fact, it does the complete
opposite. His full lips are now surrounded by stubble and his perfect jawline
is sexy enough to knock any girl’s panties off. He definitely didn’t look like
this before he left. The way his dark strands hang messily around his face only
tops it off, giving him the bad boy vibe that most girls dream about.
“I have it under control. He wasn’t needed, so I sent him
home. I’m sure Dixie won’t mind.”
“That’s bullshit. You’ve been here for less than two hours.
You can’t just show up and start throwing out orders. You don’t run this place.
You don’t even have any experience.”
“You’re right…” His intense amber eyes lock on mine, peeking
at me through his messy hair, and I almost lose my shit at how hot it is.
“Because you’re about to run this place. When I heard you needed help, I came
to the rescue.” He takes a step forward, leaning in close to my lips. “You
should be thanking me,” he breathes. “I have many ways you can do that. But
it’s best to wait until we’re alone before I name them.”
“Fuck off, Colson.” I place my hand on his firm chest to put
some space between us. His closeness has my entire body igniting into flames.
“I won’t be thanking you for shit. No one asked for your help. I know I
certainly didn’t. In fact, I had no idea you were even back in town. Your
sister failed to mention that little disappointing tidbit to me.”
“I doubt it’s that much of a disappointment. From what I
remember, babe, I left you with a little something to remember me by and we
both know you enjoyed it. Let’s not pretend.” His eyes lower to the natural
bulge in his jeans, and following his trap, mine do as well. “I bet you still
fantasize about my taste, don’t you? Does my brother know?”
“You’re disgusting.” I say, my pulse racing with need when
he grips his dick through his jeans and bites his bottom lip. “If you must
know, I haven’t thought about you in months. In fact, I almost forgot you
existed until you showed up here.”
“We both know that’s a lie…” He smirks, before flipping over
the piles of pork and steak covering the grill. And just like that, his
attention is back on me, his wandering eyes making my legs shaky. “Pretend to
hate me all you want, but we both know you need me, Kennedy. And not just to
bring the bar business, but to finish the job I should’ve before I left and let
you get back with Dax.” He rolls his sleeves up, revealing his firm forearms,
before crossing his arms across his chest. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a
job to do. Women’s panties to drop and all. No one likes false advertising, now
do they?”
Author Bio
New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today
Bestselling Author of the Walk of Shame Series.
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows.
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her passion.
She lives for a good romance book with bad boys that are just highly misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her favorite shows.
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