August 23, 2016

Anti-Stepbrother by Tijan • BLOG TOUR & REVIEW


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Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.
He was also to-die-for gorgeous,

and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

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Blurb


He told me to 'settle, girl.'
He asked if 'something was wrong with me?'
He said I was an ‘easy target.’
That was within minutes when I first met Caden Banks.
I labeled him an *sshole, but he was more than that. Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.

He was also to-die-for gorgeous, and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

Okay, yes I was a little naive, a tad bit socially awkward, and the smallest amount of stalker-ish, but if Caden Banks thought he could tell me what to do, he had another thing coming.

I came to college with daydreams about being with my stepbrother, but what would happen if I fell for the anti-stepbrother instead?



 Review by: Tracy 

I am a sucker for taboo, stepbrother romances so I jumped at the chance to read this. Well, let me tell you it is not what you would expect. Summer was in love with her stepbrother Kevin, now to give her credit she was in love with him before he was ever her step brother. Summer heads off to college, the same college as Kevin, in hopes that it will help them grow closer and continue where they left off one night about a year ago. But then Summer meets Caden, the alpha male of the story who she nicknames A$$hole. Soon things start taking Summers life in a different direction, and the person at the end of it all is not who she wanted for so many years, but the man who was her anti-stepbrother.

My first book by the author, Tijan, was her Broken and Screwed series, and I adored Jesse. Then it was the Fallen Crest series and I had a new book boyfriend with Mason Cade, I think everyone did. Then there was Carter Reed, holy shit he was hot. I thought there was no way she could replace Carter as one of my top book boyfriends. Well, she managed to prove me wrong, now he’s not in the same level as Carter (let’s face it Carter was a badass) but he is definitely in a league of his own. I am calling dibs on Caden, because whether or not he is an arrogant a$$hole, his looks and personality and the way he cares for others heavily outweighs that. GAH! People always ask if you could pull one character out of a book and spend the day with them who would it be. My answer now is Caden Banks. I CALL DIBS, and this girl might just stab a B*tch to get him! (just kidding! J)

If you were a lover of her Fallen Crest series you will not be disappointed with Anti-Stepbrother.


5 I love the a$$hole stars



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Excerpt
He wasn’t looking at me any more. I wasn’t even sure he was really in the room.
I needed to leave this alone. He had given me the clues—looking away, his jaw clenching, pain like I’d never heard from him sounding loud and clear. My instincts were telling me to shut up, but I couldn’t. I had this burning need to know more about Caden. I needed to get in there, past his walls, and I wanted to understand him.
I wanted to help him.
Caden was hurting, and I wanted to take that away.
“What happened?”
Caden turned his gaze to me now, and I felt branded by the pain I saw. His eyes were stricken. “Does it matter?”
“No.” My breath caught and held in my chest. I wanted to go to him, but I also wanted to slink away. I was stirring up his pain, but I had to know. “What happened, Caden?”
“Why do you have to know?”
“Because it’s hurting you.”
I made a decision, though I had no idea what the ramifications were going to be. I stood, my legs going numb and my stomach clenching, and I moved to his side. He leaned back, his head falling to the couch, and he watched me.
The need to ease some of his hurt outweighed the fear of what would happen next. Swallowing tightly, I stepped over to straddle him and sat down.
“What are you doing?”
He asked that softly, still holding his beer. I took it from his hands and put it on the stand next to the couch. Then I just sat there. He had to do the rest. I’d already made the first move.
I glanced down at his hands, feeling like an idiot. “What happened?”
“Why are you pushing this?”
I looked back up to find confusion warring with need in his eyes. He wasn’t pushing me away, so I sank further into his lap.
“You haven’t told anyone else about this.” It wasn’t really a question, but I saw the confirmation in his eyes. My chest tightened, thinking about whatever secret he held. “Please tell me.”
“No.” He shifted forward, and I braced myself, expecting him to push me away. He didn’t. His hands grasped the backs of my legs and lifted me so I was more fully on his lap.
I could feel him between my legs, and my breasts almost pressed against his chest. I waited. I wanted to see what else he’d say
“But not because I don’t want you to know,” he added. “Because it’s not my secret to tell.”
I nodded, my stomach doing somersaults now. “That makes sense. I can respect that.”
And there we were. His hands cupped my ass, and the pain in his gaze became something darker, something I felt too, something that began to turn off all rational thought.
“What are we doing here?” he questioned, his voice like a caress in itself.
I leaned forward, my gaze lingering on his lips. “I didn’t really think it through.”
“And now?”
“Still not thinking it through.”
“You’re okay with that?”
In that moment, the truth exploded in me. I wanted him. I wanted this—but it was more. I needed this.
I didn’t answer.
I closed the distance between us.


Author Information
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I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.

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