All Chapters of Step Too Far: Ruined By Him: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

Kate"Who is that woman?" Dorian asks."I don't know," I say. "There's a monkey loose in our ceremony and your biggest question is who the old lady is?"Then it really becomes pandemonium as two guests break out into a loud argument about which of them better understand monkey behavior."God, he's really into that hat," Dorian says, taking out his phone."Are you taking a photo? During our wedding?" I ask in disbelief."It's kind of amazing, really," Dorian says. "And I'm not taking a photo. I'm recording this for posterity. And also because I'm definitely putting this on the internet."God, I have to pee.This might be the best time for a pee break. I mean, really if a monkey is running around my wedding, surely it's not that unseemly for me to slip out and pee.I whisper to Libby. "I really have to pee."She raises her eyebrows. "Now?""Do you think anyone would notice?" I ask. "The monkey is really distracting.""Uh, yeah. I think they'll notice."Then a blonde stands up. I recogni

Next ChristmasKate“Merry Effin’ Christmas Eve, Angel,” Dorian whispers into my ear, mindful of the little one who’s crawling across the hardwood floor in the living room at warp speed. Anne is one year old today. Two weeks ago, she started crawling, and now it's like she's a professional crawler. It's like she's been doing it forever.“It'll be a merry fucking Christmas Eve,” I whisper back, before Anne reaches us."Happy anniversary."Just like it was never a merry effing Christmas this would be so fucking different that it actually hurts to physical so that would be a ljysicaind way to I had nondivkihjj add that with a touch of magnesium dlo and I'm Our little girl pulls herself up, holding onto Dorian's pants, until she's standing."Hey, baby," I say, in the sweet sing-song baby voice that I'd always heard other people use and swore I'd never use with my child, "Who's crawling like a total rock star?"I bend down to scoop her up in my arms as Dorian gives me a look. "Do rock sta

BlurbHe’s reckless. Fast on the track, faster with women. The kind of trouble that wears a smirk like a promise and never stays long enough to apologize.Marcus Winchester was my biggest irritation, my closest confidant, and the first boy I ever loved.My stepbrother.It’s been four years since he walked out of my life without looking back.The first time I see him again, he’s sprawled out with three barely dressed blondes, looking like sin in recovery. Typical.A recent racing accident now forces him to heal under the same roof as me. Apparently, the injury didn’t slow him down where it mattered.I tell myself I hate him. Maybe I do. But the real problem? Every part of me still remembers what it felt like when being near him felt like standing at the edge of a crash I couldn’t avoid.And I’m not sure this time I’ll walk away without scars.--CHAPTER 1DelaneyAt least this day can't get any worse.Famous last words, I know. Except I can't help but think it, even as I'm limping dow

MarcusAn hour later, and we've finished the photo shoot, this editorial spread for a men's magazine: me surrounded by models in lingerie, the poster child for manwhores everywhere. And no sooner do we wrap up than Brooke turns to me, her voice practically a purr, running her finger along my chest."You know," she whispers, tossing a glance over her shoulder at the staff just out of earshot. The other models are slipping into robes, but Brooke stands there in her lacy bra and panties, completely comfortable. Hell, she should be. Her body is irresistibly hot. "Denise and Jessi are up for a little fun if you are."I look beyond her at Denise and Jessi, the other two models with perfectly perky tits and asses. "Maybe next time."Brooke pouts, an expression she seems to think is seductive but really makes me find her obnoxious. "If you change your mind," she says, turning to leave. "You should call me."Any other time, I'd be all over this kind of offer. No red-blooded male passes up the

Delaney"I thought I mentioned that Delaney was coming back." My father sips from a glass of scotch, talking to Marcus. It's him and Marcus and I for dinner. Anja had a headache, which is apparently a euphemism for drinking too much. I wonder how often she has headaches."I think I would have remembered that, Beau," Marcus says, glancing at me. He winks, and I can feel a flush spread up my chest all the way to my cheeks. I swear, if my father saw it… But Beau is busy sawing at his steak, blood oozing from the meat and pooling on his plate. I give Marcus a cut-it-out look. Obviously he hasn't matured over the years. I resolve to tell him later to stop the shameless flirtation, but I'm not entirely convinced it wouldn't encourage him even more. In fact, I know it would. Marcus has a rebellious streak a mile wide. Which is why I want to ask him why the hell he's back here, living under my father's roof. Or at least on my father's estate, anyway."Well, good Lord," Beau drawls, gesturing