Royal Prick (A Stepbrother Romance #2)(77)

Olivia and Mark ended up working everything out and remarried three years ago.

I’ve never seen two people so happy to be together. Their love was the storybook kind. They endured the worst, while still managing to hold onto each other through all the pain. They weathered the storm because the love they had for one another was deeper and bigger than anything else.

“I love you, Noelle, and nothing is ever going to change that. Thank you for giving me my son, and for being the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.”

Tears streaked down my cheeks.

I loved my stepbrother.

I loved Royal Black more than words could describe.

He belonged to me, and I belonged to him.





The End.





Acknowledgements


They say it take’s a village to raise a child, while the same goes to writing a book. It takes a village of bloggers, readers, and fans to help a book become what it does. I owe everything I have to those bloggers, readers, and fans. Without them the books wouldn’t be seen by anyone. I also need to give huge immense thanks to my lovely beta readers. Jamie, Melissa, Kathy, Sofia, Jessie, Amanda, Sabrina, and Lee. Thank you for making this book as amazing as it could possibly be. For pushing me to go further when I didn’t think I could. You see strength in me even when I don’t see it in myself. I love you guys!



To all the bloggers that signed up for blog tour, and shared for me thank you so much! Without your shares, comments, and just plain excitement for my books I wouldn’t be able to continue doing this. I’m beyond grateful for all you do.



Brie McCunty Face: Things haven’t been easy but the last year with you by my side has been amazing. Thank you for all the work you put in to helping with my releases and for helping polish my words into this amazeball book. I can’t express how much I truly love you so I’ll just say you’re still a cunty.



Silla Webb: I love your face, your PM’s, and just mainly you. Thank you for working with me, and pushing forward during crunch time. You might be my editor but you’re also my friend and I’m flipping amazed to have you by my side. Thank you for all you do babe.



Mean Queens: I have never had a group of readers that care more. Thank you for supporting me through every single release. I cannot express my gratitude to any of you as there aren’t words to express it. Thank you from the bottom of my heart. I love each and every single one of you.



Lee: Every conversation we have is a break that I know I desperately need from writing. Thank you for being my friend. I hope you find love and happiness. Psss. Keep writing no matter what.



Pimpers: You bitches are crazy, but you’re the best. Thank you for pimping yourselves out like the ho’s you’re. I love each of you.



Lastly: My readers. Thank you for buy my books. For leaving reviews. For overall being awesome people who continue to follow me through this book world.

Xoxoxo





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Filthy

By: J.L. Beck





Talon Reed Is A Pig


I knew an * when I met one. They carried themselves in a different way than others did. You could tell by the way they spoke and the things they talked about. That’s why the very first time I met Talon Reed I knew he was a male-chauvinist pig. The guy you secretly wanted to f*ck but didn’t want to hear speak while doing so. I hated his guts, and I was pretty sure he knew it.

“Mia…” My name fell from his lips almost daily. I turned around in my chair and glared at him. He didn’t care for someone like me, and honestly I didn’t care for him either. Still he continued this charade of cat and mouse almost daily.

“Asshole,” I muttered under my breath as I watched his lips pull up into a cocky smirk. You could say that I was one of the few women at Central Heights University that hadn’t slept with him, which was true. And that—that was why I was so immune to his charms—but in reality it was all because he was just a prick.

“I thought about you last night, and the night before, and…” I could feel his breath on my ear and smell his cologne like I was the person wearing it. I couldn’t lie and say that he didn’t smell heavenly, though. His scent was something that could be bottled up and sold for millions out in the world.

“Usually when a person calls someone an * they want nothing to do with them,” I growled, interrupting him and narrowing my eyes in anger. I refused to meet his stare, though. I was too weak for that. One look into those steel-blue-gray eyes and I would be done for, as most were. There was just something about the smolder that he gave you that made your heart do that little pitter-patter in your chest.

“Don’t you want to hear about my dream?” I could hear the sarcasm in his voice, and I was sure there was still a lingering smirk on his face even though I had already turned around to face the professor, as Talon should be doing himself.

I straightened my posture and gripped the pen in my hand harder, imagining it as if it was Talon’s neck I was squeezing.

“Don’t lie, beautiful,” he hissed. I could feel others in the room looking at us. The * was drawing attention, and I didn’t like it.

“Why don’t you just go back to whatever it is you were thinking about before, and leave me the f*ck alone.” I couldn’t help but raise my voice a little bit just to prove my point.