Coyote Explains It All: Book Tour & My Review for Anti Stepbrother By Tijan

Arrogant. Smug. Alpha.

He was also to-die-for gorgeous,

and my stepbrother’s fraternity brother.

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My Review

"Insanity Sea" Is The New Key West

No worries here, there are NO SPOILERS in this review! I've said this so many times over the past few weeks, how do I write a review that even comes close to describing or doing any justice for any of Tijan's books? If you've read her books, you know that it's not possible! If you haven't, I highly recommend that you pick up this book! This book is a standalone, but I'm hoping that there will be more. I keep leaving hints, like this, hoping that a certain author, Tijan, will notice (hint, hint...nudge, nudge). I did receive this from TRSOR, who I thank very much for letting me be a part of this event. This is a MUST READ! After being in a bit of a book slump, I was reading good books, but nothing that grabbed me. I wasn't wanting to stay up all night, then true to form, Tijan does it again! Summer goes to college expecting Kevin, her stepbrother, to be waiting for her with open arms. Instead, she finds a different scenario and runs into a hot & sexy Caden. Summer is someone who had me laughing & crying with. She is who I could relate to as myself or be my best friend. Caden is the definition of an alpha male, who anyone would want to be with. That's exactly how the entire college acts too. Guys want to be him and girls want to be with him. Everyone except Summer. He's very relatable as well. He's protective of the friends he has and of his brothers. Did I say he was beyond hot, which this just makes him hotter?! I love Colton and I want to see something written about him starting in this book or in the now. Marcus & Avery are fun too! I wish Avery would get rid of some friends, but I think she's someone who has a big heart. That's why Summer and her get along so well. Marcus, well, he's a wait and see. I love the banter he and Summer have. Add Colton and Caden, and Marcus has met his match. This book with fill you with so many emotions, you will be laughing until you cry or vice versa! With pink flamingo's, road trips, dramatic family issues, hospital trips, restaurant fights, and so much more.... This author is always amazing and did another great job at showing the "masks" that Caden wears, and the "Band-Aids" that Summer uses to cover her own feelings, pain, and emotions. However, when the fireworks start, who will make it through? Will there be any couples or do "fairytales end?"

Excerpt

He wasn’t looking at me any more. I wasn’t even sure he was really in the room.

I needed to leave this alone. He had given me the clues—looking away, his jaw clenching, pain like I’d never heard from him sounding loud and clear. My instincts were telling me to shut up, but I couldn’t. I had this burning need to know more about Caden. I needed to get in there, past his walls, and I wanted to understand him.

I wanted to help him.

Caden was hurting, and I wanted to take that away.

“What happened?”

Caden turned his gaze to me now, and I felt branded by the pain I saw. His eyes were stricken. “Does it matter?”

“No.” My breath caught and held in my chest. I wanted to go to him, but I also wanted to slink away. I was stirring up his pain, but I had to know. “What happened, Caden?”

“Why do you have to know?”

“Because it’s hurting you.”

I made a decision, though I had no idea what the ramifications were going to be. I stood, my legs going numb and my stomach clenching, and I moved to his side. He leaned back, his head falling to the couch, and he watched me.

The need to ease some of his hurt outweighed the fear of what would happen next. Swallowing tightly, I stepped over to straddle him and sat down.

“What are you doing?”

He asked that softly, still holding his beer. I took it from his hands and put it on the stand next to the couch. Then I just sat there. He had to do the rest. I’d already made the first move.

I glanced down at his hands, feeling like an idiot. “What happened?”

“Why are you pushing this?”

I looked back up to find confusion warring with need in his eyes. He wasn’t pushing me away, so I sank further into his lap.

“You haven’t told anyone else about this.” It wasn’t really a question, but I saw the confirmation in his eyes. My chest tightened, thinking about whatever secret he held. “Please tell me.”

“No.” He shifted forward, and I braced myself, expecting him to push me away. He didn’t. His hands grasped the backs of my legs and lifted me so I was more fully on his lap.

I could feel him between my legs, and my breasts almost pressed against his chest. I waited. I wanted to see what else he’d say

“But not because I don’t want you to know,” he added. “Because it’s not my secret to tell.”

I nodded, my stomach doing somersaults now. “That makes sense. I can respect that.”

And there we were. His hands cupped my ass, and the pain in his gaze became something darker, something I felt too, something that began to turn off all rational thought.

“What are we doing here?” he questioned, his voice like a caress in itself.

I leaned forward, my gaze lingering on his lips. “I didn’t really think it through.”

“And now?”

“Still not thinking it through.”

“You’re okay with that?”

In that moment, the truth exploded in me. I wanted him. I wanted this—but it was more. I needed this.

I didn’t answer.

I closed the distance between us.

Author Information

I didn't begin writing until after undergraduate college. There'd been storylines and characters in my head all my life, but it came to a boiling point one day and I HAD to get them out of me. So the computer was booted up and I FINALLY felt it click. Writing is what I needed to do. After that, I had to teach myself how to write. I can't blame my teachers for not teaching me all those years in school. It was my fault. I was one of the students that was wishing I was anywhere but at school! So after that day, it took me lots of work until I was able to put together something that resembled a novel. I'm hoping I got it right since someone must be reading this profile! And I hope you keep enjoying my future stories.