Mara looked at Trent, unsure what to think. She followed after Matt and watched as he shrugged out of his camouflaged jacket. “Wait, so you’re not mad that Trent and I, well, that is, we’re …”

“Dating.” Trent came up behind her and wrapped an arm around her.

Matt crossed his arms and grinned. “Dating. More like in love with each other but too dense to know it.”

Mara giggled and looked over her shoulder at Trent. He looked like he’d just been caught outside with his pants down.

“I guess I was kind of obvious over the years, asking you what Trent was up to.” Mara blushed when Matt rolled his eyes.

“The two of you are pathetic. You’ve been making moon eyes at each other since college and, meanwhile, I’ve had to hear it from both ends. I hoped that while I was off, you know, serving our country, that the two of you could just get over yourselves and fall in love already. Not that I want to hear about it.” He sent them a look that Mara was sure had boot camp recruits wishing for their mommies.

“No sir, Sergeant Big Brother.” She launched herself into his arms, laughing when he tugged the end of her ponytail. “You’re kind of awesome, you know that?”

He looked over her shoulder at Trent. After a long moment, he stuck out his hand. Trent walked over and they shook hands and then bumped shoulders.

“You're already like a brother to me. Just don’t hurt my sister or I really will rip you a new one.”

They grinned. Then Matt looked over at her and said, “Any chance you can go get that frying pan? I'm starving.”

Mara looked at the men she loved and shook her head, torn between hugging them and smacking them upside the head.

But she did go get her pan.

THE END

I hope you enjoyed, Teasing Trent - The Alexanders, prequel. You know, interesting things tend to happen around the Alexanders. Someone's on the run from a killer, Trent and Mara have to navigate a brand new romance while her brother is living with her, oh and Matt ends up punching a wall.  I didn't even mention the best parts - supermodels in disguise, one night stands and a multimillionaire songwriter with a heart of gold.

It's never a dull moment with this crew.

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Ridley Wells has no idea what to do with her life now that she's graduated from college. But when a friend is murdered and her apartment is trashed, she runs to the only person she trusts, her twin sister. No one will think to look for her in the rinky dink Virginia town of New Haven.

Of course, her luck lands her passed out in the grass in front of resident badboy, music producer Jackson Alexander. Strike 1!

Then she realizes Raina's out of the country and she has nowhere else to go. Strike 2!

So when the handsome producer with the platinum smile mistakes her for her sister, she gets an idea.

Where better to hide than in plain sight?

WARNING: This book contains cloak and dagger intrigue, family drama, brothers fighting, supermodels with attitude and hot sex between people who can't keep their hands off each other. Just saying...

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Chapter One

“YOU DIDN’T BRING your hot-ass sister with you?”

As soon as the words left his mouth, Jackson Alexander dodged the punch that came sailing his way. A chorus of laughter rang out around him as he playacted dodging blows while his friend, Matt Simmons, growled at him.

“I should give you the ass-kicking you’ve been waiting for since freshman year.”

Matt shoved the side of his lawn chair and Jackson tumbled out. He was laughing so hard by the time he hit the ground that it barely hurt.

Hanging out with his boys was his new favorite way to spend his weekends. After producing several platinum albums, suddenly everyone—from the kid who’d sat behind him in high school English class, to the receptionist at his gym—wanted to be his best friend. Just a year earlier he wouldn’t have believed the things people would do for a piece of the spotlight. His real friends kept him sane.

Giving one of them a hard time was just part of the fun.

“Man, you know I’m just messing with you.” Jackson righted his chair and flopped back down. He kept a healthy distance from Matt though, just in case.

His brother, Nicholas, and their friend, Trent, stifled their laughter when Matt looked at them.

“You know we love Mara. Mainly because she keeps your crazy ass in line. She’s coming to the barbecue, right? Or is she visiting your parents for Memorial Day weekend?” Nicholas asked. That was his brother, always the mediator.

They could have passed for twins with their golden brown skin, dark eyes and curly black hair, but they couldn’t be more different in personality. Nicholas craved excitement whereas, more and more, Jackson just wanted solitude. It was hard to believe that his playboy brother was actually twenty-seven, two years older than he was. 

Matt took a swig of the beer he held. He rolled it through his palms a few times before answering. “Ask Trent. He sees more of her these days than I do.”

All eyes swung to Trent. He shrugged but the look in his eyes was like that of a cornered animal. “She’s great. She said to tell everyone hi.”