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Steamy Shorts (#1-7) by Lena Little
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Overview: Lena Little's Steamy Shorts are bite-sized, sizzling hot stories.
Each story delivers a hot romance with interesting characters in contemporary situations.
Totally fresh and original. Designed to be read in two hours or less - perfect for mid-week, between regular Lena Little books or during commutes. Enjoy, but prepare for the heat.
Genre: Fiction > Romance
Possessive Stepbrother (#1)
I don’t give a flying f*ck if my absentee father got married and acquired a new daughter.
But it’s an entirely different matter when he dumps her on my front door a day before Halloween. Because I’d rather have someone who wears a hockey mask and carries a machete for a roommate.
I don’t get much choice because she’s already here, so I just have to suffer in her presence for one night. Just one. Then, I’ll go send her to another apartment complex and never have to see her ever again.
At least, that’s the plan before I see her.
When I get home, Raven sits on the stairs, head down and shoulders slumped.
The girl looks up, and the vision rips the soul clean off my body.
Is she for real? How can someone look this beautiful? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? There’s no way. There’s just no way.
But she is. And whatever fiery anger I initially felt quickly morphs into something else—something darker, deeper, and more intense. OBSESSION.
It’s more than just a potent desire to have her. I get this primal need to protect her and keep her safe.
Whoever touches or hurts her is a dead man.
If anyone wants to test that, there’s only one thing they can do…
F*ck around and find out.
The Librarian (#2)
I’ve been obsessed with Jenna since the moment I laid eyes on her.
I don’t think she notices me, which is fine because I’m nothing but a librarian with the looks of a lumberjack. Someone as perfect as her doesn’t deserve someone like me.
But…
My obsession with her has already taken root, shocking me down to the marrow of my bones, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing but stare at her from afar, flooded by visions of her writhing as I’m pumping her full with my seed, binding her to me.
So when she comes to the library after a party looking for me…all thoughts fly out the window. All sensible, logical thoughts. Who cares? I’ll be a fool if I waste this one shot with her.
And now that I’ve gotten a taste…
Let’s just say…it’s easier to gnaw off a limb than let her go. She’s f*cking mine. Anyone who disagrees can go straight to hell.
The Mechanic (#3)
When my best friend calls me in the middle of the night and orders me to help his little sister, I want to choke the life out of him. It’s almost 1 AM and I’ve just popped open my first bottle of beer. I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend free from the smell of grease and exhaust.
I guess that’s not happening anymore.
With a groan and a couple of curses, I grudgingly drive to the outskirts of town.
I know Nora. She used to tag along with me and Keith until he yelled at her to go home. She had red, curly hair, a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and the cutest dimple on her chin.
For some reason, I half-expect to see some kid in the car, and I even briefly wonder if she’s old enough to get a license.
When I finally find her, she turns around and seizes my heart clean off my chest.
She’s my best friend’s sister, and I’m way older than her. She’s flawless, perfect. I’m just an ordinary man with dirt under his fingernails.
So many reasons not to touch her and stay as far away from her as possible.
But…all it takes is for her to look at me like she wants me too and whatever wall of excuses I’ve erected around myself comes crumbling down.
Nora’s mine. I should feel guilty about claiming her, but I don’t. I need her in my life. As for the consequences, I can’t bring myself to give a damn.
As long as I have her.
F*ck everything else.
The Classmate (#4)
Tess is supposed to be just my classmate. Just someone I sit behind in three classes. Someone I pass by without a second glance. Someone I shouldn’t give a rat’s ass about.
But … she has taken over my life.
Every waking hour of every day.
Her face is burned into my retinas. Her voice is etched into my brain.
Her laughter—in particular—plays in a loop in my head.
She doesn’t know it, but she’s burrowed herself into my life.
I look at her and feel a longing so desperate and deep.
I can stare at her all day long and still not get my fill. But everyone has impossible dreams, right?
Mine is Tess.
While I walk around with a visible reminder of my past and the filth I carried for the past few years, she’s there in all her perfect glory.
Beautiful. Witty. Funny. Kind. Sweet. Bright future ahead.
All the things I’m not. All the things I’ll never be.
Tess is out of my league, but she’s the fire in my otherwise dank, colorless life.
And if I’m being completely honest, I’ll gladly burn in her presence.
The Roommate (#5)
When my favorite aunt tells me her best friend, Max, is staying in my spare bedroom, I don’t think much about it.
Besides, I’m single and have zero responsibilities. A roommate is nothing. At least we can split the rent and other bills.
But when Max knocks on my front door, naked hunger flares in me, my heart kicking hard enough to hurt at the sight. Because there’s one thing dear aunt forgot to mention … Max is a girl.
No, scratch that.
She’s a woman. A gorgeous, green-eyed goddess.
Wicked desire buzzes beneath my skin, and the blood boils through my veins like acid, the maddening need to have her jolting through me.
Unfortunately, she’s a tough nut to crack, and it takes a lot to convince her she should go out with someone eight years younger than her and her best friend’s nephew to boot.
I am nothing if not persistent, so I do whatever I can to make her mine. I will stop if she tells me to. Until then, she will belong to me—heart, body, and soul.
After all, I’m never one to do anything by half measure.
The Next-Door Neighbor (#6)
I fu*king hate my next-door neighbor, Piper.
She always turns her nose up whenever we bump into each other in the hallway, tells me to lower my music when I can barely hear it myself, finds something wrong with me, and glares at me every chance she gets. It’s like she gets offended by the very air I breathe.
It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.
Especially since it’s hard to ignore just how beautiful she is, how her eyes light up when she’s genuinely happy, or how she tries to mask her sadness with anger.
I fu*king hate Piper.
Mostly because she ignores me.
So I do what every mature, self-respecting man in his mid-30s does when he’s attracted to someone who won’t ever give him the time of day—I piss her off, then flirt with her, then ask her out.
Piper thinks I’m joking.
She never says no, just rakes her eyes up and down my body and turns her back on me with a scoff.
Fine, Piper. Fine. I get the message.
Challenge accepted.
The Stalker (#7)
Death by a thousand paper cuts.
That’s what it feels like whenever we’re in the same room and I can only watch her from afar, not touch or kiss her the way I desperately want to.
I am not this kind of man. I am not someone who follows a young woman everywhere or lets myself into her place when she’s at work.
Worse, I’ve been reduced to an underwear thief, and I don’t know if I’m proud of the growing collection of lace panties I have at home.
A few months ago, the rich, powerful, and famous hired me to make sure stalkers didn’t even make it past the gate. Funny how things have turned out.
I’m well aware that this obsession is not healthy. I’m toeing the line between sane and deranged, and I’m dangerously close to gravitating towards the latter.
While I force myself to be content just staying at a safe distance, the moment she locks her gaze with me, a terrifying but exciting thought begins to tickle my brain.
What if…? What if I actually have a shot with her? Just one. I just need one.
And I swear to God, I’ll make sure she knows I’m grateful for the chance. I’ll prove it to her over and over again.
Because falling for Katherine is like drowning in horrifying, unimaginable depths … just one I never want to surface from.
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Overview: Lena Little's Steamy Shorts are bite-sized, sizzling hot stories.
Each story delivers a hot romance with interesting characters in contemporary situations.
Totally fresh and original. Designed to be read in two hours or less - perfect for mid-week, between regular Lena Little books or during commutes. Enjoy, but prepare for the heat.
Genre: Fiction > Romance
Possessive Stepbrother (#1)
I don’t give a flying f*ck if my absentee father got married and acquired a new daughter.
But it’s an entirely different matter when he dumps her on my front door a day before Halloween. Because I’d rather have someone who wears a hockey mask and carries a machete for a roommate.
I don’t get much choice because she’s already here, so I just have to suffer in her presence for one night. Just one. Then, I’ll go send her to another apartment complex and never have to see her ever again.
At least, that’s the plan before I see her.
When I get home, Raven sits on the stairs, head down and shoulders slumped.
The girl looks up, and the vision rips the soul clean off my body.
Is she for real? How can someone look this beautiful? Are my eyes playing tricks on me? There’s no way. There’s just no way.
But she is. And whatever fiery anger I initially felt quickly morphs into something else—something darker, deeper, and more intense. OBSESSION.
It’s more than just a potent desire to have her. I get this primal need to protect her and keep her safe.
Whoever touches or hurts her is a dead man.
If anyone wants to test that, there’s only one thing they can do…
F*ck around and find out.
The Librarian (#2)
I’ve been obsessed with Jenna since the moment I laid eyes on her.
I don’t think she notices me, which is fine because I’m nothing but a librarian with the looks of a lumberjack. Someone as perfect as her doesn’t deserve someone like me.
But…
My obsession with her has already taken root, shocking me down to the marrow of my bones, and there’s nothing I can do about it. Nothing but stare at her from afar, flooded by visions of her writhing as I’m pumping her full with my seed, binding her to me.
So when she comes to the library after a party looking for me…all thoughts fly out the window. All sensible, logical thoughts. Who cares? I’ll be a fool if I waste this one shot with her.
And now that I’ve gotten a taste…
Let’s just say…it’s easier to gnaw off a limb than let her go. She’s f*cking mine. Anyone who disagrees can go straight to hell.
The Mechanic (#3)
When my best friend calls me in the middle of the night and orders me to help his little sister, I want to choke the life out of him. It’s almost 1 AM and I’ve just popped open my first bottle of beer. I was looking forward to a relaxing weekend free from the smell of grease and exhaust.
I guess that’s not happening anymore.
With a groan and a couple of curses, I grudgingly drive to the outskirts of town.
I know Nora. She used to tag along with me and Keith until he yelled at her to go home. She had red, curly hair, a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks, and the cutest dimple on her chin.
For some reason, I half-expect to see some kid in the car, and I even briefly wonder if she’s old enough to get a license.
When I finally find her, she turns around and seizes my heart clean off my chest.
She’s my best friend’s sister, and I’m way older than her. She’s flawless, perfect. I’m just an ordinary man with dirt under his fingernails.
So many reasons not to touch her and stay as far away from her as possible.
But…all it takes is for her to look at me like she wants me too and whatever wall of excuses I’ve erected around myself comes crumbling down.
Nora’s mine. I should feel guilty about claiming her, but I don’t. I need her in my life. As for the consequences, I can’t bring myself to give a damn.
As long as I have her.
F*ck everything else.
The Classmate (#4)
Tess is supposed to be just my classmate. Just someone I sit behind in three classes. Someone I pass by without a second glance. Someone I shouldn’t give a rat’s ass about.
But … she has taken over my life.
Every waking hour of every day.
Her face is burned into my retinas. Her voice is etched into my brain.
Her laughter—in particular—plays in a loop in my head.
She doesn’t know it, but she’s burrowed herself into my life.
I look at her and feel a longing so desperate and deep.
I can stare at her all day long and still not get my fill. But everyone has impossible dreams, right?
Mine is Tess.
While I walk around with a visible reminder of my past and the filth I carried for the past few years, she’s there in all her perfect glory.
Beautiful. Witty. Funny. Kind. Sweet. Bright future ahead.
All the things I’m not. All the things I’ll never be.
Tess is out of my league, but she’s the fire in my otherwise dank, colorless life.
And if I’m being completely honest, I’ll gladly burn in her presence.
The Roommate (#5)
When my favorite aunt tells me her best friend, Max, is staying in my spare bedroom, I don’t think much about it.
Besides, I’m single and have zero responsibilities. A roommate is nothing. At least we can split the rent and other bills.
But when Max knocks on my front door, naked hunger flares in me, my heart kicking hard enough to hurt at the sight. Because there’s one thing dear aunt forgot to mention … Max is a girl.
No, scratch that.
She’s a woman. A gorgeous, green-eyed goddess.
Wicked desire buzzes beneath my skin, and the blood boils through my veins like acid, the maddening need to have her jolting through me.
Unfortunately, she’s a tough nut to crack, and it takes a lot to convince her she should go out with someone eight years younger than her and her best friend’s nephew to boot.
I am nothing if not persistent, so I do whatever I can to make her mine. I will stop if she tells me to. Until then, she will belong to me—heart, body, and soul.
After all, I’m never one to do anything by half measure.
The Next-Door Neighbor (#6)
I fu*king hate my next-door neighbor, Piper.
She always turns her nose up whenever we bump into each other in the hallway, tells me to lower my music when I can barely hear it myself, finds something wrong with me, and glares at me every chance she gets. It’s like she gets offended by the very air I breathe.
It shouldn’t turn me on, but it does.
Especially since it’s hard to ignore just how beautiful she is, how her eyes light up when she’s genuinely happy, or how she tries to mask her sadness with anger.
I fu*king hate Piper.
Mostly because she ignores me.
So I do what every mature, self-respecting man in his mid-30s does when he’s attracted to someone who won’t ever give him the time of day—I piss her off, then flirt with her, then ask her out.
Piper thinks I’m joking.
She never says no, just rakes her eyes up and down my body and turns her back on me with a scoff.
Fine, Piper. Fine. I get the message.
Challenge accepted.
The Stalker (#7)
Death by a thousand paper cuts.
That’s what it feels like whenever we’re in the same room and I can only watch her from afar, not touch or kiss her the way I desperately want to.
I am not this kind of man. I am not someone who follows a young woman everywhere or lets myself into her place when she’s at work.
Worse, I’ve been reduced to an underwear thief, and I don’t know if I’m proud of the growing collection of lace panties I have at home.
A few months ago, the rich, powerful, and famous hired me to make sure stalkers didn’t even make it past the gate. Funny how things have turned out.
I’m well aware that this obsession is not healthy. I’m toeing the line between sane and deranged, and I’m dangerously close to gravitating towards the latter.
While I force myself to be content just staying at a safe distance, the moment she locks her gaze with me, a terrifying but exciting thought begins to tickle my brain.
What if…? What if I actually have a shot with her? Just one. I just need one.
And I swear to God, I’ll make sure she knows I’m grateful for the chance. I’ll prove it to her over and over again.
Because falling for Katherine is like drowning in horrifying, unimaginable depths … just one I never want to surface from.
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