Title: Steal You Away
Author: Victoria Ashley
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Photo: Wander Aguiar, Wander Book Club
Model: Jaden G.
Release Date: April 7, 2020
Blurb
She
belongs to my brother…
I’ve stood back for years watching Dax repeatedly screw things up with
Kennedy, as if he doesn’t think anyone could ever swoop in and steal her away.
Breakup after breakup, they always end up back together, even though I’ve
always had a thing for her. I’m tired of waiting. He had his chance.
I want
mine.
When Dixie’s Alibi — her Grandmother’s bar — needs a new
cook for the food truck, I jump at the opportunity, despite the fact that
Kennedy Ward hates me. At least, she pretends she does. We both know she
secretly wants me and always has.
One way or another, I will get her to finally admit it, even if it
involves losing my brother. I plan to play dirty — real dirty — just like he
did. This time I’m going to beat him at his own game. I wanted her first, and
he knew that, but our age kept us apart. Not anymore.
Now, I’m
grown and ready to take what should’ve been mine to begin with.
Excerpt
My shift doesn’t start for another hour, but I figured coming in early
would mean missing Colson and not having to communicate with him on my way
inside.
As I pull into the back parking lot to find him standing against the
door, resting his skateboard above his shoulders, I realize I was wrong. He’s
talking to two girls and Travis, but his attention is focused on me
parking my car.
He’s cool, calm, and collected, just smoking his cigarette, eyes still on
me as I step out of my car and shut the door behind me. Swallowing, my gaze
wanders down the plain black T-shirt and ripped-up jeans he’s wearing. No one
pulls that look off better than he does. I’ve always found the way he dresses
to be so damn sexy. Even back when I didn’t think he was.
The tan blonde standing a bit too close in his personal space says
something that catches his attention, and that’s when I notice the ass hanging
out of those cutoff shorts belongs to Emery Wilson. No one could mistake it for
anyone else’s.
Should’ve known she’d still be on the hunt for his dick. She’s a year
younger than Colson and has had a thing for him since she was twelve. She
learned how to skate just so she could spend most of her time at the park
stalking him.
Keeping his attention on me, he says something to his friends before
putting out his smoke and disappearing inside. What the hell is he doing?
I hurry inside myself, my attention immediately landing on Colson behind
the bar with a towel now over his shoulder.
“What are you doing behind the bar?”
He smirks and slaps a coaster down in front of me. “Maybe I’m just getting
a soda. Want one?”
I place the coaster back on the pile, annoyed. “Where’s my grandmother?”
“Said she had to take off a little early. I was here, so she asked me to
keep an eye on things until you arrived.”
“So, you’re here alone?”
“Not anymore.” He looks me over, jaw flexing as if he’s holding himself
back. “But I would definitely enjoy it if we were.”
“I can take it from here.” I snatch the towel from his shoulder and make
my way behind the bar, ready to get him back outside where he belongs. “You can
go out back and skate around for a while or something. Anything but hang
around in here.”
“Why was Dax here last night? Did he fuck you on the bar?” he asks, his
question catching me off guard. I thought he’d left by the time Dax arrived.
“That’s none of your business.”
“Maybe I want to make it my business.”
Exhaling, I toss the rag into the bucket of bleach water and turn to face
him. Instead of making his way outside like I asked, he’s making himself
comfortable on a stool. The way he’s looking at me is making me the opposite. I
can’t deal with those eyes of his on me right now, so I think of what is
necessary to get him outside quicker. “He doesn’t know you’re back yet, but I’m
sure he will when he stops in later.”
“Any particular reason you didn’t tell him?” he pushes, grabbing a
toothpick and sticking it between his lips. “Guilty conscience?”
“There’s nothing to feel guilty about.”
“You wanting me wouldn’t bother him?”
“You’re delusional if you think I want you.”
“You expect me to believe you’re not thinking about what it’d be like for
me to fuck you on this bar right now?” He smirks. I swallow. “We both
know my brother isn’t man enough to.”
Author Bio
New York Times, Wall Street Journal and USA Today
Bestselling Author of the Walk of Shame Series.
Victoria Ashley grew up in Rockford, IL and has had a passion for reading for
as long as she can remember. After finding a reading app where it allowed
readers to upload their own stories, she gave it a shot and writing became her
passion.
She lives for a good romance book with bad boys that are just highly
misunderstood and is not afraid to be caught crying during a good read. When
she's not reading or writing about bad boys, you can find her watching her
favorite shows.
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