Kissing the Wrong Brother (Aria & Miles) Book PDF Free

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother Prologue Miles’s POV It’s been six months since I fled Manhattan for Cedar Grove, Texas. Six months since I traded in Armani suits for Levi’s, Gucci loafers for cowboy boots, and a Fifth Avenue penthouse for a small-ass basement studio. Six months since ditching Wall Street to be…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother For the life of me I can’t figure out who’s winning. I only know the endgame. Her. Me. In bed. Or wherever. Kylie is the first girl to interest me-truly interest me-since Olivia Middleton. The only girl I’ve ever really wanted. And definitely the only one I’ve ever…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother Then use Ben to get to Tim. I let them have their moment. The game I’m playing is a long one. No need to rush things. As I go to grab a bottle of water, my eyes inadvertently fall on mouthy, messy Aria Walsh. I pause. Gone is…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother No, I’m not. Ben pulls me off the bench into a bear hug, and I sniff his neck. Just a little, while glancing at Kylie to make sure she doesn’t notice. But she’s just smiling her usual pretty smile, completely confident that chubby Aria could never be a…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother “Um, usually dinner with the family?” Beefcake’s eyes roll to the sky. “Seven A.M.” “Ohhh. Well, in that case I’m generally at spinning class, unless Pilates has run late,” I deadpan. He stares at me in silence until I relent. “Okay, fine, I’m sleeping.” “Not anymore you’re not….

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother “Yeah, that’s gonna happen,” she says. But then she lets me move her toward the wall of mirrors on the far side of the gym. “So can I see your tattoo?” Hell no. I stand beside her, both of us facing the mirror, her face pink and animated,…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother I start to grab a Coke from the fridge, then hesitate as I imagine Miles St. Claire’s glare. I grab a Diet Coke instead. I don’t care about being skinny. Not that much, anyway. But I am tired of feeling out of control. Granted, a sugar-substitute beverage is…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother And, yeah, maybe a little tired of my lack of energy, and the fact that nobody ever looks surprised to find me sitting on my ass on a gorgeous summer day when the rest of the club is playing golf or tennis or, you know … moving. And…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother God save me. “Beefcake!” Again with one of those dopey, guileless smiles. She plops down at one of the few vacant spots at the bar, and unlike with the usual solo girls that daintily perch themselves on the stools, there’s no glancing around to see who’s noticed her…

Filed to story: Kissing the Wrong Brother She hitches a thumb over her shoulder at a table of rowdy newcomers, one of whom spots her and shouts her name. Realization dawns. “Ah. You didn’t come here as the third wheel with your sister, did you?” She smiles. “A couple of my high school friends are…