Indie And The Brother's Best Friend by R. Linda
Title: Indie and the Brother's Best Friend
A Scandalous Series Novel
Author: R. Linda
Publisher: Limitless Publishing LLC
Genre: NA Romance
Release Date: January 30, 2018
Blurb
Being in love with someone who doesn’t love you back sucks.
Being in love with your brother’s best friend sucks even more, because
you know it can never happen. How tragic is that?
you know it can never happen. How tragic is that?
I’ve been in love with Lincoln Andrews since we were kids and he stuck
up for me against my brother and played tea parties with me in the treehouse.
I’ve also avoided him for the past year because he broke my heart…more than
once.
up for me against my brother and played tea parties with me in the treehouse.
I’ve also avoided him for the past year because he broke my heart…more than
once.
Now we’ve been thrown together at a tropical resort to celebrate my
parents’ second wedding, and things are intense and getting worse, no thanks to
an insane plan my friends cooked up to get me my dream man.
parents’ second wedding, and things are intense and getting worse, no thanks to
an insane plan my friends cooked up to get me my dream man.
No one else even comes close to what Linc means to me. He’s always
there for me, but is it because he cares for me too—or only because I’m his
best friend’s little sister?
there for me, but is it because he cares for me too—or only because I’m his
best friend’s little sister?
It’s time I find out once and for all…but what if our crazy plan blows
up in my face and ruins everything?
up in my face and ruins everything?
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Excerpt
I smiled at
her. It wasn’t a friendly smile. It was sinister. Her eyes widened, and she moved
back on the rock, knowing I was coming for her.
her. It wasn’t a friendly smile. It was sinister. Her eyes widened, and she moved
back on the rock, knowing I was coming for her.
“You better
lose that dress real quick, Princess. I’d hate for it to get wrecked.” I crept
closer. Panic marred her features. She knew all too well that I meant what I
said.
lose that dress real quick, Princess. I’d hate for it to get wrecked.” I crept
closer. Panic marred her features. She knew all too well that I meant what I
said.
“You
wouldn’t.” She held her hands out to stop me.
wouldn’t.” She held her hands out to stop me.
“Come on,
you know me better than that. You’re getting in this water. It’s just up to you
whether your pretty dress is coming in with you.” I turned my back to her. “You
have until the count of three. If you’re not in the water by then, I’m turning
around regardless of whether you’re still dressed or not.”
you know me better than that. You’re getting in this water. It’s just up to you
whether your pretty dress is coming in with you.” I turned my back to her. “You
have until the count of three. If you’re not in the water by then, I’m turning
around regardless of whether you’re still dressed or not.”
“Linc, I’m
not skinny-dipping with you.” Her voice quivered a touch with nerves.
not skinny-dipping with you.” Her voice quivered a touch with nerves.
I chuckled.
“No one said anything about skinny-dipping, but please don’t let me stop you if
you feel inclined to swim naked.” I reached for the waistband of my boxers, and
intending to mess with her a little more, I removed them completely. “I might
just join you.” I threw my underwear over my shoulder and onto the rock.
“No one said anything about skinny-dipping, but please don’t let me stop you if
you feel inclined to swim naked.” I reached for the waistband of my boxers, and
intending to mess with her a little more, I removed them completely. “I might
just join you.” I threw my underwear over my shoulder and onto the rock.
I was
surely going to hell for this.
surely going to hell for this.
“Linc! Oh,
my god!” I looked over my shoulder at her to find her face buried in her hands.
my god!” I looked over my shoulder at her to find her face buried in her hands.
“To the
count of three, Indie,” I warned one last time.
count of three, Indie,” I warned one last time.
She huffed.
What was I
doing? She was Nate’s sister.
doing? She was Nate’s sister.
“One.”
And she had
Jack-ass for a boyfriend.
Jack-ass for a boyfriend.
“Two.”
She was
completely off limits.
completely off limits.
“Three.”
It was
silent. I turned to find her standing on the rock, twisting her hands nervously
in front of her. Her dress…at her feet.
silent. I turned to find her standing on the rock, twisting her hands nervously
in front of her. Her dress…at her feet.
I gulped.
Lace. White lace. Matching.
Hell.
I was going to hell.
And I didn’t care. I didn’t care that she was
Nate’s sister. I didn’t care that she had a boyfriend. I didn’t care that she
was entirely off limits. She was mine. Always had been. And one way or another, I wasn’t
leaving this island without getting what I wanted.
Nate’s sister. I didn’t care that she had a boyfriend. I didn’t care that she
was entirely off limits. She was mine. Always had been. And one way or another, I wasn’t
leaving this island without getting what I wanted.
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Author Bio
R. Linda
drinks wine and writes books.
drinks wine and writes books.
A coffee
addicted, tattoo enthusiastic fangirl with a slight obsession for a particular
British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary YA/NA Romance
and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well.
addicted, tattoo enthusiastic fangirl with a slight obsession for a particular
British boy band and solo artist, she is a writer of Contemporary YA/NA Romance
and Suspense, sometimes dabbling in Paranormal as well.
Renee lives
in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two sons. When not writing she can
often be found reading books to her children and cuddling up with them on the
couch to watch their favourite movies.
in Melbourne, Australia with her husband and two sons. When not writing she can
often be found reading books to her children and cuddling up with them on the
couch to watch their favourite movies.
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