Authors: Aubrey Irons
Hunter Ryan is a monumental d*ck.
Bad boy, womanizer, soldier,
Oh, and he thinks he’s God’s gift to women - mostly because of his…
What an ass.
I’d normally have nothing to do with Washington D.C.’s biggest manwhore Secret Service agent, except things just got
You see, my mother just became the first female President of the United States, and now she’s about to marry her Secretary of State - Hunter’s
Which means besides being my new security detail, that arrogant, insufferable man is my new
Oh, right, and it’s worth mentioning that I already slept with him
- once, before I knew who he was.
Forget John and Marilyn. Forget Watergate. Forget Monica.
I’ve got a scandal that could rock the entire world; a dirty, illicit, forbidden secret that could bring the most powerful country in the world to its knees.
My protector, my secret, my
This is about to be a true state of emergency; a
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Editing: Sennah Tate
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All sexually active characters in this work are 18 years of age or older and are in no way blood relations. All acts of a sexual nature are completely consensual.
A very special thank you to the wildly supportive group of authors who I’m absolutely blessed to call friends and peers. “Thank you” doesn’t even come close.
To my husband, who got busted proofreading this at work and might never actually live it down. You are forever my hero.
To you, for reading.
“Sometimes it's our secrets that define us.”
Britney Spears, interview, August 25, 2011
So, I wanted to start this book with a quote. It seems…
to do so, and as much as my Aunt enjoys wrinkling her nose whenever I refer to myself as an author, I figure that seven novels in, I can go ahead and enjoy the moniker.
But right, quotes. At first, I was going to go with the
heavier-handed James Joyce “
Secrets, silent, stony sit in the dark palaces of both our hearts: secrets weary of their tyranny: tyrants willing to be dethroned”, but
. How about a little levity, James?
Because sometimes, a little humor is what we need,
when it comes to politics. This book
purposely does not choose “sides”, or “parties, or decide who’s “right” and who’s “wrong”. In fact, the only “wrong” this book deals with is the very
good kind. The kind of wrong that makes your toes curl and pulse skip a beat. The kind of wrong you’re just
to say yes to.
This book may be a bit dirtier and bit naughtier than previous ones, and if it shocks, ruffles, or scandalizes;
. It means I’ve done my job.
Besides, politics without anal in the Oval Office just sound like no fun at all.
Let this book be your hidden scandal, your dirty little secret, or your illicit affair, and I do hope you enjoy every single second of it.
Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance
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“All you have to do is sit up there and smile, okay?” Emma smiles as she holds my shoulders and looks into my face while the prep crew finishes up with my perfectly coiffed hair.
My makeup is
, and my demure and conservative skirt suit — like
the other ones I end up wearing to everything like this — is fit and smoothed to perfection. Even the way I’m supposed to smile — “not
toothy, okay?” — has been micromanaged and
for the camera.
Because we’re the
American family; the perfect
Emma peers into my face and smiles reassuringly.
“You’re going to be fine up there, Madison,” she says, patting my arm, as if the reason for the tenseness writ across my face is the fact that I have to be on international television in ten minutes.
Of course, she doesn’t know that the reason my heart is pumping a million miles an hour and my knees keep shaking is that I know that when I sit there in front of those cameras with
right next to me, I’m going to feel like the whole
can see through our sham. The whole freaking world is going to see Hunter and I smiling away up there, and the wild paranoia in me screams that they’re all going to
They’re going to
that I know what his lips feel like on mine.
They’re going to
that I can’t stop thinking about his cock.
They’re going to
that as terrified as I am about being up there in front of them, I’m also
It’s all crazy-think, and I know that, but it doesn’t seem to be helping much. Emma gives me a final pat on the arm before she holds her finger to the com in her ear and mutters some words into her microphone, scurrying away with her clipboard.
“You know, they say T.V. adds ten pounds.”
I scowl as I turn to glare at Hunter while he comes up behind me in the backstage area of the press conference area. My mother is finishing up her initial statements about her education bill before we’re all going to join her on stage at the long conference table for part two.
Yeah, part two: the announcement.
“You know,” he says, grinning at me before looking around the dark, curtained backstage area. “We gotta stop meeting in places like this.”
“It gives me
too many ideas,” he growls into my ear, letting his hand trail over my ass.
I swat him away as I move a step back from him. He’s
and making jokes about this, as if the whole thing is
As if what we’re doing isn’t
that much closer
to being exposed and consequently shattering both our families, if not the
‘What we’re doing’? What the hell ARE we even doing?
I mean honestly, what is this thing between Hunter and I? Over-active hormones? Is it just that I’m cooped up in the White House and behind security so much that he’s just the only option for flirtation and male attention?
“You look nervous.”
I shoot him a look, “Are you