Title: Steal You Away
Author: Victoria Ashley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: April 7, 2020
Blurb
She belongs to my brotherâŚ
Iâve stood back for years watching Dax repeatedly screw things up with Kennedy, as if he doesnât think anyone could ever swoop in and steal her away.
Breakup after breakup, they always end up back together, even though Iâve always had a thing for her. Iâm tired of waiting. He had his chance.
I want mine.
When Dixieâs Alibi â her Grandmotherâs bar â 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.
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 â real dirty â just like he did. This time Iâm going to beat him at his own game. I wanted her first, and he knew that, but our age kept us apart. Not anymore.
involves losing my brother. I plan to play dirty â real dirty â just like he did. This time Iâm 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, Iâm grown and ready to take what shouldâve been mine to begin with.
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Excerpt
Once I make my way around the food truck, I yank the door open, stepping inside. Colsonâs 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 donât 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 whateverâs on the grill.
âDid you come in here to check me out or are you going to welcome me back home?â
âNeither,â I say to his back. âWhereâs Roger?â I ask, finally taking my eyes off him long enough to realize heâs alone.
âSent him home.â
âYou did what?â I swallow in anger. âYouâre supposed to be training, Colson. Youâre not in any position to send anyone home.â
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 Iâve spent years wondering what would look like now that heâs a little older and more mature.
It doesnât 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 girlâs panties off. He definitely didnât 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.
âI have it under control. He wasnât needed, so I sent him home. Iâm sure Dixie wonât mind.â
âThatâs bullshit. Youâve been here for less than two hours. You canât just show up and start throwing out orders. You donât run this place. You donât even have any experience.â
âYouâre rightâŚâ 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.
âBecause youâre about to run this place. When I heard you needed help, I came to the rescue.â He takes a step forward, leaning in close to my lips. âYou should be thanking me,â he breathes. âI have many ways you can do that. But itâs best to wait until weâre alone before I name them.â
âBecause youâre about to run this place. When I heard you needed help, I came to the rescue.â He takes a step forward, leaning in close to my lips. âYou should be thanking me,â he breathes. âI have many ways you can do that. But itâs best to wait until weâre alone before I name them.â
âFuck off, Colson.â I place my hand on his firm chest to put some space between us. His closeness has my entire body igniting into flames.
âI wonât be thanking you for shit. No one asked for your help. I know I certainly didnât. In fact, I had no idea you were even back in town. Your sister failed to mention that little disappointing tidbit to me.â
âI wonât be thanking you for shit. No one asked for your help. I know I certainly didnât. In fact, I had no idea you were even back in town. Your sister failed to mention that little disappointing tidbit to me.â
âI doubt itâs 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. Letâs not pretend.â His eyes lower to the natural bulge in his jeans, and following his trap, mine do as well. âI bet you still fantasize about my taste, donât you? Does my brother know?â
âYouâre disgusting.â I say, my pulse racing with need when he grips his dick through his jeans and bites his bottom lip. âIf you must know, I havenât thought about you in months. In fact, I almost forgot you existed until you showed up here.â
âWe both know thatâs a lieâŚâ 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. âPretend 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 shouldâve before I left and let you get back with Dax.â He rolls his sleeves up, revealing his firm forearms, before crossing his arms across his chest. âNow, if youâll excuse me, I have a job to do. Womenâs panties to drop and all. No one likes false advertising, now do they?â
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.
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