Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance

BOOK: Secret: A Military Stepbrother Romance
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Hunter Ryan is a monumental d*ck.

 

Bad boy, womanizer, soldier,
pr*ck.
Oh, and he thinks he’s God’s gift to women - mostly because of his…
endowments
.

 

What an ass.

 

I’d normally have nothing to do with Washington D.C.’s biggest manwhore Secret Service agent, except things just got
slightly
complicated.

 

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
father
.

 

Which means besides being my new security detail, that arrogant, insufferable man is my new
stepbrother

 

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
stepbrother

 

This is about to be a true state of emergency; a
national
catastrophe.

 

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Author’s Copyright

 

Copyright © 2015 Aubrey Irons

Editing: Sennah Tate

Cover/Interior Photography: FXQuadro Photography

M.J. H1nkle

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Cover & Interior Design: Aubrey Irons

 

 

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are solely the product of the author’s imagination and/or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, organizations, actual events or locales is entirely coincidental. The author acknowledges the trademark status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.

 

All Rights Reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review purposes.

 

This book is intended for mature, adult audiences only. It contains sexually explicit and graphic scenes and language which may be considered offensive by some readers. Please do not continue reading this book of you are under the age of 18 or are offended by content of this nature.

 

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. 

Dedication:

 

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.

Author’s Note:

 

“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…
author-ish
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
far
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
jeez
. How about a little levity, James?

 

Because sometimes, a little humor is what we need,
especially
when it comes to politics. This book
very
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
very
good kind. The kind of wrong that makes your toes curl and pulse skip a beat. The kind of wrong you’re just
dying
to say yes to.

 

This book may be a bit dirtier and bit naughtier than previous ones, and if it shocks, ruffles, or scandalizes;
good
. 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

 

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Epilogue

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Chapter 12

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Chapter 14

Chapter 15

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Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

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Chapter 28

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An Excerpt:

 

“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
perfect
, and my demure and conservative skirt suit — like
all
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
too
toothy, okay?” — has been micromanaged and
perfected
for the camera.

 

Because we’re the
perfect
American family; the perfect
first
family.

 

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
him
right next to me, I’m going to feel like the whole
world
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
know
.

 

They’re going to
know
that I know what his lips feel like on mine.

 

They’re going to
know
that I can’t stop thinking about his cock.

 

They’re going to
know
that as terrified as I am about being up there in front of them, I’m also
still wet
from earlier.

 

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.”

 

“I
agree
.”

 

“It gives me
way
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
grinning
and making jokes about this, as if the whole thing is
funny.
As if what we’re doing isn’t
that much closer
to being exposed and consequently shattering both our families, if not the
nation
.

 

‘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
not
?”

 

“Nope.”

 

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