THE HOTT BROTHERS
BOOK ONE
BY
LEAH SHARELLE
TABLE OF CONTENTS
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
CHAPTER 2
CHAPTER 3
CHAPTER 4
CHAPTER 5
CHAPTER 6
CHAPTER 7
CHAPTER 8
CHAPTER 9
CHAPTER 10
CHAPTER 11
CHAPTER 12
CHAPTER 13
CHAPTER 14
CHAPTER 15
CHAPTER 16
CHAPTER 17
EPILOGUE
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HOTT AND READY - The Hott Brothers Book 2
By Leah Sharelle
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DEDICATED TO THOSE WHO LOVE SOMEONE THEY PROBABLY SHOULDN’T, BUT DON’T GIVE A CRAP WHAT PEOPLE HAVE TO SAY ABOUT IT.
AND TO HANDSOME, A LIFE WITHOUT YOU IN IT ISN’T ACCEPTABLE. XOXO
HENDRIXX
“Come on Blakey, come with me and help me feed the horses,” I suggested gently to the sad teenager who was doing her best hiding away from the main house, and all the mourners gathered at the HHH to pay their respects to Blake’s father. His passing was a surprise to all of us, but most especially to Blake.
Jed Henderson was my father’s lifelong friend and trusted farm manager. He and Blake lived on the farm in a small cottage not far from the main horse stables, Blake grew up here just the same as Noxx and Nixx and myself. She was part of the family, and now she was in the care of my parents as Jed’s last wishes requested.
I had to be honest, I never saw Blake like my brothers did. Their protective instincts concerning Blake stemmed from brotherly feelings, whereas mine were slightly more … distorted.
The feisty blonde stirred feelings of frustration more than platonic, she challenged me every day not to throw her over my shoulder and keep her safe. I found myself holding my breath every time she wandered into the bull paddock or one of the stalls in the stables. Not because I was worried she would get hurt, but because I couldn’t allow her to get hurt.
My feelings for Blake weren’t inappropriate, it wasn’t like that at all. It was more a sense of … possession.
Blake called to my inner soft side, one look into her soft, brown eyes and all my protective instincts kicked in.
Now, seeing her upset and obviously distraught, all I wanted to do was make her smile and wipe away her tears. Her tears affected me in such a tremendously confusing way, even more than Makena, my brother’s girlfriend, did. Her sister Mal, my bestie, never cried, so my only knowledge of feminine emotions came from those two. A fourteen-year-old and a twenty-one-year-old, two females who were as different as night and day both that kept me on my toes.
“Can I feed Lancelot on my own?” Blake asked in a small, sad voice. “It will make me feel better.”
My eyes narrowed, and instantly I was onto her. Blake’s main role in my life was to test me at every turn, and it normally involved the Triple H’s prize stallion. Blake loved the huge, black beast and would do just about anything to get near him, even use her grief to get me to agree.
“Blake, the day I let you in the stall alone with Lancelot is the day I am six feet under,” I answered, shaking my head. A chill of dread ran through me at the visions my head was imagining. Blake being stomped on, Blake laying in a heap on the ground at the horse’s hooves, Blake … always Blake.
“And just how do I accomplish that?” she sassed back at me, “I am not a kid ya know Hendrixx. I can ride nearly as good as Makena, and you don’t care if she goes near him.”
“Don’t be a smart arse, Blake. And yes, you are in fact a kid, fourteen is not old enough to be alone with a dangerous horse,” I muttered, desperately trying to ignore the pleading in her brown eyes.
“I am damn good with a horse, as you know, Drixx!” she protested immediately, fire spitting from her.
Rolling my eyes at her, a smirk playing on my lips, I draped an arm over her shoulders.
“Come on Blakey, I have a shovel and a bucket with your name on it.”
“Hey, you said feeding not muckin’ out stalls!” Blake complained half-heartedly, her small arm going around my waist, and her head dropped to lean against my side–sending a feeling I had never felt before, right to my heart.
What the fuck was that?
I needed to be taken out to the back paddock and given a damn, good flogging. Maybe tie me in the bullpen and let one of the two-tonne beasts at me. Whatever was going on had to stop, Blake was in the care of my parents, my brothers and myself and I had to remember that. It couldn’t matter that her soft, cinnamon eyes pleaded with me, or the way I admired her work ethic even at her young age. Blake got home from school and jumped into her chores on the farm, she helped Fenixx with the cattle, mucked out stalls, and stacked wood for my mum, and she did it all without complaining. Blake loved living on the land, and I knew she was worried about what might happen to her after her father died suddenly from a heart attack while out checking fences. As far as I knew, she only had a handful of cousins and two aunts who lived in another state, but Blake had been on the
