Need
Need Series Part
1
K.I. Lynn and N.
Isabelle Blanco
Genre: New Adult,
Erotica, Romance
March 3,
2015
Blurb:
Sometimes love happens at first sight, even when
you’re at an age where you can’t comprehend what it means.
It was just a crush. They were only
kids, after all. But what happens when that feeling never goes
away?
Brayden and Kira have been neighbors for years,
and best friends since they met. They have a connection that is evident to many, and
it’s haunted them their whole lives.
Teenage hormones rage, turning
their friendship into something neither can handle. The attraction is carnal, all-
consuming, and it seems like it’s only a matter of time before Brayden loses
control.
Everything slams to a halt when their single parents
decide to get remarried . . . to each other. Bad decisions and broken friendships
make living across the hall from the one person you want above all difficult. Luckily
for Brayden, it’s only for a few months before he’s off to college in another state,
leaving Kira to face high school alone.
Brayden tries to stay away, to forget her, but it’s an
impossible task he fails at time and time again. Kira is morphing from a sexy
teenager to an irresistible woman, one that knows what she wants and seems hell-
bent on getting it.
As Kira’s eighteenth birthday approaches, Brayden
has a decision to make. Does he keep running away from the thing he wants the
most or does he run toward it?
Is it possible to ever be happy without the one
person you need?
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"I'm Brayden, baby. The man you've
been dreaming about your whole life. And I'm about to fucking show you
why."
Part 1 of a 2 part series.
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Excerpt:
Brayden
I’m going to fucking tear someone apart.
I’ll obliterate every part of them, and then move
onto someone else.
Austin’s first. I’ll rip Craig apart if he gets in my way,
too. I won’t stop until I’m surrounded in nothing but chaos. Until the world around
me reflects everything rolling around inside me.
Hell, the way I feel right now, I want to rip apart
Ryan, my fucking father, Sonia, our God damned neighbors.
I’ll destroy everything.
My car.
This driveaway.
My father’s house.
Everything.
Especially the little demon that just blasted out of
my car and is busy stomping in her cute, flowery heels toward the front
door.
“I’m not done with you!” I slam my car door so hard
I’m surprised the windows don’t shatter.
“I’m so, so, so done with you!” She
opens the door and storms inside, closing it before I can catch up to her.
The hell she is. It’ll be over my dead body the day
she’s done with me.
I grab onto the knob and twist...fucking girl locked
it! Huffing like a beast, I yank my keys out of my pocket and shove the one for the
house into the keyhole, almost breaking it off as I turn it, shaking with all the pent
up emotions inside me.
Right now, anger is winning. Big time.
Soon it’s going to be something else. I’m going to
lose control.
And I don’t give a damn. This girl is going to see the
error of her ways before I even think of backing down. Flirting with Austin in front
of me. Following after him. Who the hell does she think she is?
Kira is rushing up the stairs by the time I get into
the foyer.
“I told you I wasn’t done with you!”
“Leave me the hell alone, I don’t have to listen to
you!”
That’s it.
I take the stairs two at a time, gaining on
her.
“Kira? Brayden?” Sonia call from the kitchen.
“What’s going on? Is everything alright?”
“This asshole thinks he can tell me what to do!” Kira
screams down at her mother.
“Kira!” Sonia is clearly shocked at her daughter’s
behaviour.
She should be more worried about Kira’s choice of
clothing or the guys she decides to flirt with in front of me.
“Your daughter thinks she can wear the tiniest
shorts on Earth and that me and Ryan aren’t going to have anything to say about it,”
I say, loud enough for Sonia to hear.
Kira glares at me over her shoulder.
“You have
no right.”
“Kira, of course he’s going to worry about you. He’s
your stepbrother!”
We both growl at Sonia’s reminder.
Kira whirls around, pointing her stubborn, cute little
finger in my face.
“You are not my brother.”
I grab her hand, muscles carrying out the acts of my
emotions, and pin her to the wall. Her body’s covered by every inch of mine, my dick
pounding against her stomach so hard I can’t see straight anymore. I hold her hand
down by her side, grab her neck with my other hand, and lean in to sniff
her.
Long, deep.
The scent of her hits home, right in the most painful,
starving part of me.
My back arches, feet pushing into the floor to give
me more leverage, and I rock my hips against her. All-consuming want
has control. I’m nothing but a beast in heat. Furious with the need to fuck what’s
mine.
She arches back into me, like she was made to, her
tiny moan ripping a desperate one out of me.
I breathe her in, rubbing my nose up and down her
neck like a maniac, across her jaw. My nose skims her mouth, finding it parted for
me, her lower lip plump and wet.
“How many times am I going to tell you I
know I’m not your brother?” I growl into her juicy mouth, teeth
grinding as I fight the urge to eat it.
“Brayden.”
The way she says my name when she needs me is
going to be the death of me. Grinding into her, I let my forehead fall onto hers, eyes
squeezed closed.
“Why are you doing this?” I ask her, my voice reflecting what is
going on inside me, how I feel my cells being torn apart. “Why are you driving me
crazy like this?”
“You’re always driving me crazy,” she complains,
but her hands are in my hair, her fingers running across my scalp.
God, yes. Her words, her touch—they soothe the
proprietary monster inside me. I nuzzle her nose with mine, our bodies rubbing,
seeking, calming me and exciting me all at once. I want to kiss her sweet lips, rub my
tongue against hers. Hear her moan my name into my mouth.
“Kira,” I groan instead, pressing my fisted hands
against the wall next to her head. But I don’t move away from her yet. I can’t. The
smell of her, how her smaller body grinds into me and teases my cock, has me so
worked up I’m about to go off right here. Just from dry humping her.
“We can’t do
this. You know that.”
“But I want you, Brayden.”
Her whispered confession blasts through me,
incinerating all logic.
Yes. Yes. Yes. She wants me.
Not fucking Austin. Not some other dipshit. Me.
I grab her wrists, forcing her arms up high above
her head, taking complete control of her body. I open my eyes, finding hers liquid
with want, locked on my lust-tightened face. For me. All for me. Her sexy little
tongue peeks out, wetting her lower lip and teasing me with a glimpse of what’s
mine.
What was taken from me years ago.
What I’m going to own again.
Right now.
I seal my mouth over hers without warning, jerking
at that first taste of her lips after such a long time. She goes wild beneath my weight,
rubbing against me like she’s about to come for me, her lips parting and her tongue
sliding out to taste me. Like I’m tasting her.
Fucking my mouth as rough as I’m fucking
hers.
Fuck. I’m going to come. The tip of my cock is
swollen, pulsating with an orgasm that’s going to wreck me. I’ve never been this
ready. This worked up.
And Kira’s about to give it to me. Her fingers pull at
my hair, her hips riding my thigh, and I know she’s about to come with me just as
hard as I’m going to with her.
I bite at her lip hard, pulling back and dragging my
teeth along it, opening my eyes enough to see her beautiful face all scrunched up
with the pleasure I’m giving her—
There’s a loud crash from downstairs, what sounds
like a pot or something equally as heavy slamming into the floor, and Sonia’s low
curse follows after.
“No,” Kira whimpers when I pull back,
her fingers tight around the back of my head, refusing to let me go.
About the
Authors:
K.I. Lynn :
K.I. Lynn is the USA Today
Bestselling Author from The Bend Anthology and the Amazon
Bestselling Series, Breach. She spent her life in the arts, everything from
music to painting and ceramics, then to writing. Characters have always run around
in her head, acting out their stories, but it wasn’t until later in life she would put
them to pen.
It would turn out to be the one thing she was really passionate
about.
Since she began posting stories online, she’s
garnered acclaim for her diverse stories and hard hitting writing style.
Two stories
and characters are never the same, her brain moving through different ideas faster
than she can write them down as it also plots its quest for world domination…or
cheese. Whichever is easier to obtain… Usually it’s cheese.
Isabelle Blanco:
Isabelle Blanco is theAmazon
BestsellingAuthor of the Allure Series, the Compulsions Series, and many
others. She was born in Queens, NY (USA). At the age of three, due to an odd
fascination with studying her mother’s handwriting, she began to read and write.
By
the time she’d reached kindergarten, she had an extensive vocabulary and her
obsession with words began to bleed into every aspect of her life.
An avid reader in her teens, her fascination with
Japanese anime eventually led her to the universe of fan fiction, which became her
on-again, off-again hobby for the next ten years. During that time she amassed a
following of fans that, by her own admission, she would never be able to live
without. It was those fans who encouraged her to step beyond the fan fiction realm
and try her talent in the publishing world.
Isabelle Blanco spends her days working as an
author, web programmer, marketer, and graphic designer. That is when she isn’t
handling her “spawn”, as she calls her son, and brainstorming with him about his
future career as a comic book illustrator.
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