Taming a Maverick (Sterling Shore #11) by C.M. Owens

SALEM

Just some fun. Just one night of reckless, harmless, wild fun.

That’s what I told myself the night I hooked up with quite possibly the sexiest guy I’ve ever known. Only, I didn’t want to KNOW him. Life is a series of temporary situations, or so it’s always been for me. A future revolves around the next move, but I’m still the type to live in the moment on a seldom occasion, consequences be damned.

Unless that moment happens to be unknowingly landing in bed with my brand new stepbrother. The universe is a mean, twisted jerk. And one consequence is that I have to be around him and get to know him. The worst consequence is the fact that Maverick Sterling, the infamous playboy who can’t possibly be tamed, is really hard not to want more of once you’ve had a taste. So long as I’m not stupid enough to fall in love, it shouldn’t be a big deal. Right?

MAVERICK

My life has been blissfully simple for a really long time. I have a routine. I have friends. I have family. Yet everyone seems to have less and less time, since they’re all sort of trying to be adults or what the hell ever. I blame them for the fact the only girl to ever ditch me without a backward glance is suddenly under my skin. I blame my father for the fact she’s a new fixture in my life. Not that I knew that before I got a little overly friendly with my new stepsister. I mean, what are the odds? It shouldn’t have been possible.

But it happened. It figures the one girl I can’t get out of my head is the one girl who doesn’t want to be with me. At least in my head she’s the only girl who doesn’t want to be with me, because I tend to be arrogant like that. The point is, now she’s everywhere I turn, yet she’s marking a line in the sand that she thinks I really won’t cross.

Obviously she doesn’t know me at all.

*Can be read as a stand-alone
*Sexual Content
*Adult Language

Excerpt Taming a Maverick (Sterling Shore #11) by C.M. Owens
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“What are we going to do at your house?” she asks me, a teasing smile on her lips.
“I was thinking we’d start with foreplay, have a few mutual orgasms, and work our way up to the main event, since you like to slip out after the warmup.”
She arches an eyebrow. “Or you could read some of your erotica to get me worked up. Maybe play me some Backstreet Boys to set the mood.”
I groan as her sideways grin mocks me.
“That kid is pure evil,” I grumble, prompting her to laugh again.
After a beat, she says, “You know we’re not actually going to have sex, right?”
“Netflix and chill it is,” I tell her, sighing. “But I am excellent at cuddling.”
She grins even as we turn toward my house, walking up the steps. I listen on the other side to make sure the devil cat isn’t tearing anything apart too close to the door, and then open it.
It’s eerily quiet when we walk in.
“Bananas,” I call into the darkness as I flip on the light.
Nothing seems destroyed. Other than the leather furniture I still haven’t replaced.
“Why did you name the cat Bananas?”
“Blowjob demonstration gone wrong on a banana, and Bella choked. It was funny before the cat was stuck with me.”
“Makes perfect sense,” she deadpans from behind me. “What is your life?”

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