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Authors: Anita Lawless
Hard Rock Stepbrothers The Complete Series
Hard Rock Stepbrothers
The Complete Series
Anita Lawless
Copyright © 2015 Anita Lawless
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Hard Rock Stepbrothers Part 1
Mickie Malloy sat at her desk and frowned at a memo from her boss.
Back off the cocaine trafficking story for now,
it said. She hated when her boss, the much older and much more seasoned editor in chief of the Saint John Gazette, acted so bipolar without explanation.
She was a new reporter there, but in her six months with the Gazette she’d rose up as his star, giving him a cutting edge expose that broke one of the biggest recent scandals in their small city. She’d exposed a money laundering scam run by a prominent local banker. Turned out the banker’s hands were dirty with illegal weapon bootlegging, and he’d been running the profits through fake accounts he set up in his own bank. Mickie had gone undercover as a loans officer to break that one wide, and she’d done it in record time.
All this and she was only twenty-two and just starting her career. It was the one aspect of her life she could say she was truly proud of. She’d worked her ass off to get here.
Brushing her sideswept bangs from her eyes, she chewed on a thumbnail to vent her irritation. Having her story put on hiatus—the possibility of a crooked cop ring trafficking cocaine—left her fuming in her cubicle.
Her cell phone let out a shrill chirp, pulling her from these irritated ruminations. The number on the call display made her smile. It was her step dad, Roman Fayette. He was a well respected drummer in the legendary Canadian progressive metal band Rift. The band as a whole were well respected in the progressive metal scene for being pioneers of some very innovative music.
Her step father was the quiet one in the band, though the three other members of Rift tended to be laid back as well. Roman was a brilliant introvert who wrote many of the band’s songs and preferred to spend a good deal of his time alone.
“Hi Dad,” she answered on the second ring. Even though her mom and Roman had divorced years ago, she still thought of him as her true father, having never known her biological one. “You must’ve known I needed someone to cheer me up.”
“Hey sweetheart,” his calm, soft voice instantly relaxed her. “What’s bothering you?”
“Ah, my boss is putting the brakes on a great story.” She sighed. “You got time for lunch? I’ll tell you all about it.”
“Actually, I was going to ask you if you wanted to come by the house for lunch.” He chuckled. “You read my mind. I have a favor to ask. How about I make us a couple tofu salads and you meet me here in half an hour?”
She would’ve preferred potato salad loaded with mayo, but Dad was a health food nut and she knew he’d disapprove if she suggested her alternative. He worried about what he called her ‘bachelor eating habits,’ so she cheerily agreed to his offer.
She gave her makeup a last minute fix via the mirror in her powder / foundation case. She frowned at her too big nose and applied a pale pink gloss to her pouty lips. There was no fixing her round face and naturally too bright cheeks, she decided. At least her dimples and big doe eyes made her cute, and why was she worrying about this exactly? It was just lunch with dad at his place. But that did mean the prospect of seeing her stepbrothers, which usually made her feel like the awkward, bookish girl she’d been in high school.
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The tofu looked more appetizing than Mickie expected. At least it wasn’t white and jiggly, like the dish one old boyfriend had tried to convince her to eat. Warm golden brown slices sat atop a bed of crisp lettuce, juicy red tomatoes, and cucumbers. When she bit into it, she found it tasted like a cross between chicken and fish.
“This is really good, Dad, “ she said, waving her fork appreciatively over the dish. “So what did you need to ask me?”
“I was wondering if you’d house sit for me this summer?” He crossed his arms in front of him, gave her somewhat of a pleading look with his crystal blue eyes. “Rift and I are going out on our farewell tour, and the boys will be home while I’m away.” He ran a hand through his curly, silvering hair and sighed. “You know your stepbrothers.”
She giggled and brushed a strand of mahogany hair from her brown eyes. “Say no more. You want someone responsible around to make sure they don’t destroy the place.”
Dad’s face broke into a wide grin that made him look like the kid next door. “Exactly.”
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It wasn’t that her twin stepbrothers, Shane and Hunter, were irresponsible. It was just that when they got together, trouble usually followed close behind.
Shane, the up and coming rock star, a drummer who’d followed in his dad’s footsteps, was often the instigator. Although her quieter stepbrother, a cop with Saint John RCMP, could be just as mischievous too. He just knew how to hide that side of himself better than his rebellious sibling.
They were two years younger than Mickie and drove her crazy when she’d lived with the pair as a teenager. Now she’d have to spend two months making sure they didn’t throw any wild house parties and destroy her step dad’s place. Perhaps now that Hunter was a cop he’d be less quick to cause trouble. She could hope for small favors at least.
They’d also drove her nuts sexually. Constantly flirting and frustrating her, teasing and tempting. But as a young girl she’d been intent on school. Getting good grades and getting into college immediately after graduation had been her only focus. She hadn’t had sex until she’d been close to finishing her journalism degree. And then it had been two failed attempts at best. Both with fumbling frat boys who were too drunk to find her nipples, let alone anything else.
She was in the kitchen rummaging through the fridge for sandwich fixings when Shane came home. The door slammed. Bags dropped to the foyer floor with a heavy thump and the jingle of buckles and zippers.
Mickie turned and almost dropped the mayo.
“My big sister is here!” Shane held his arms wide and gave her a dazzling smile.
She swallowed. Both her stepbrothers were devastatingly handsome, but Shane had an overt sexual confidence that was lethal. His golden brown hair was cut in a razor shag that just fell over his aquamarine eyes. He had a golden surfer tan from his time spent in LA with the band. He’d been in the City of Angels for six months, recording Decadent & Deadly’s first album.
“Hey little brother,” Mickie said, noticing how his t-shirt molded to his pecs as she walked toward him. “How’d LA treat you?”
He folded strong arms around her and she inhaled his scent—something crisp that reminded her of the sea and stirred warmth deep in her belly. She ran her hands up his back and tried not be too obvious as she melted into his arms.
“Hey, you must be hungry,” she blurted, knowing she needed to get out of this embrace before she lost herself. “Want a sandwich?”
He chuckled low in his throat as she pulled away. She knew he knew she was avoiding his touch. It made her heart beat harder and her stomach tight. Quickly, Mickie walked back to the kitchen and put some distance between them.
“Sure,” Shane said, joining her at the counter while she slapped some bread down. He inched close to her once more, obviously enjoying the effect he had on her. He always had. “So how’s my sister these days?”
Mickie inhaled sharply as his warm, wide palm slid across her lower back then over her hip. He held her close against him while she spread mayo on their sandwiches.
“I’m good,” she said, trying to keep her voice even as his nearness intoxicated her. “Working on a hot story I hope my boss doesn’t hold up for too long.”
“Oh yeah? What’s it about?”
“Can’t say too much.” She gave him an impish smile. “It’s very hush hush.”
He snagged a slice of cheese off the counter and popped it in his mouth. “So you’re staying the summer with me and Hunter?” Another devilishly handsome smile followed the question.
Mickie tried to keep her breathing even and chided herself for such a schoolgirl reaction. “Yeah, Dad asked me to stay here. Said you were coming home, and he knows what happens when he leaves you and Hunter alone together.”
Shane laughed at this and held a hand to his chest, feigning innocence. “What? We’re angels.”
Mickie giggled and handed him his finished sandwich, but he just pushed it aside and turned her in his arms so she faced him.
He trailed a soft fingertip along the length of her jaw, then he traced her lips. “This could be one fun summer. But do you really think you can make me behave?”
It had been almost twelve months since she’d spent any real time with her stepbrothers. Plus it had been over a year since she’d broken up with her longtime boyfriend. And it had been a dry year sexually. Her ex had been a reporter at the paper, too, and he’d cheated on her with one of the staff photographers. An old flame of his.
Now, as her stepbrother’s lips inched closer to hers, Mickie didn’t think she’d have the strength to refuse Shane this time. “I’m gonna try,” she whispered in answer to his question. “But if you keep this up—”
Her words were stolen as his mouth brushed ever so lightly over hers. “Hmmm…”He hummed against her lips. “I wonder if Dad has anything for dessert in there?”
Then he pulled away from her. A surge of disappointment filled Mickie’s chest, but he held onto her hand as he walked closer to the fridge and bent to see what was inside. What was he up to? Her heartbeat upped its pace.