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         Part #4 of A Step Brother Romance series by Sabrina Paige

  I turn to Albie, my eyes wide. “You did not get fake Elvis to officiate,” I whisper in disbelief.

  King Leopold is probably going to have a coronary.

  I try to stifle my giggle, covering my mouth with my hand, but wind up snorting, which makes it worse. It’s terrible, and awful, and the most ridiculous thing imaginable.

  And so incredibly inappropriate.

  But it’s somehow just right.

  Albie takes my hands, and the murmurs from the crowd begin to quiet. It’s not even time for the vows, but he speaks. “I know this is off script,” he says. “But I’d like to say my vows now, if that’s okay.”

  He’s asking permission from Fake Elvis to go off-script at our wedding.

  The thought sends a ripple of laughter through me again, and when I try to hold it in, my eyes water.

  “I know you’re all shook up by this grand gesture,” Albie says. And I snort. Out loud.

  I try to glare at him, but find it impossible to be angry.

  “On a serious note,” Albie says, clearing his throat. “People have an idea about how relationships should be. Boy meets girl, they fall in love, get married, and live happily ever after. Nothing about our relationship has happened the way it’s supposed to. We got married first. And you couldn’t stand me.”

  “I can’t imagine why,” I say, and the crowd laughs.

  “But then we fell in love,” Albie says. “And here we are, getting married for real this time. But that night in Las Vegas, when it was just the two of us – and Fake Elvis – that was the night I first fell in love with you. And as ridiculous as it might be, that’s where we began. And I never want to forget it.”

  Albie pulls me forward, his lips close to mine, and now we’re really off-script, but I don’t care.

  Fake Elvis says, “Well, you may kiss this hunk of –“

  And I do.

  Before Elvis even finishes, Albie pulls me against him and brings his lips down on mine. And when I close my eyes, it’s like kissing him again for the first time – butterflies in my stomach and the world spinning around me. Except this time, that’s not because I’ve had five shots of tequila in the back of a limo in Vegas.

  This time, it’s because I’m undeniably, head-over-heels, irresistibly in love.

  And I’m not the least bit nervous about showing it.

  In front of God and all of these witnesses.

  Including Fake Elvis.


  I hope you enjoyed Prince Albert! Your copy of this book includes a bonus book, Tool: A Stepbrother Romance! Continue going to access that book, if you haven’t read it!


  Prince Albert has been brewing in my head pretty much ever since I published my last stepbrother book. It’s the most ridiculous, over-the-top, and totally implausible story I’ve written. And I hope you love it.

  The country, Protrovia, is fictional.

  And there’s more sex than you might be used to from my books. For that, well, I can’t say I’m all that sorry.

  This edition of Prince Albert also contains another full-length book! Continue forward to read Tool: A Stepbrother Romance or

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  All of my stepbrother books are standalone novels with HEAs and are not part of a series.





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  Sabrina Paige writes about smart, sexy women and the hot alpha males who love them. Outlaw bikers, cowboys, and military men make her swoon. She has found her own happily ever after with her active duty military husband and adorable toddler.

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  Sabrina Paige

  I call him “Tool” because he’s a prick.

  Gaige O’Neal is nicknamed “Tool” because of what he’s packing. Rumor is that he’s well equipped.

  He’s a cocky, entitled, insufferable jerkwho’s as reckless with women as he is with that stupid motorcycle he races.

  It's been four years since I've seen him. Four years ago, he was the bane of my existence. And my best friend, my biggest confidant, my first love.

  My stepbrother.

  It’s just my luck that the first time I see him in four years, he’s buried beneath three scantily clad blondes.

  Now I’m stuck here under the same roof with him while he recovers from a racing injury. An injury that clearly hasn’t affected the use of his tool.

  The problem is, as much as I despise him, I just can’t help myself. I want to find out what kind of tool he's working with.

  Copyright © 2015 by Sabrina Paige

  This book is a work of fiction. Any similarity to real events, people, or places is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. This book may not be reproduced or distributed in any format without the permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations used for review. If you have not purchased this book from Amazon or received a copy from the author, you are reading a pirated book.

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status of products referred to in this book and acknowledges that trademarks have been used without permission.

  This book contains mature content, including graphic sex. Please do not continue reading if you are under the age of 18 or if this type of content is disturbing to you.

  NOTE: All characters in the book are 18+ years of age, non-blood related, and all sexual acts are consensual.

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  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three


  As always, to my husband who puts up with my antics. And to my daughter, who's inherited his.

  ToSara Bartlett, Jordan Marie, Joanna Blake, and Cora Brent for all of your support and for reading my crappy first draft.

  Thanks toJess Peterson putting together a cover reveal and release day party, and to Terra Oenning for
spreading word for me about Tool's cover reveal!

  Many thanks to Sabrina's Sirens and to all the other fans to tell their friends about my books. I am so grateful for all you do!

  And, last but certainly not least, for my readers. I hope you love Tool as much as I do. The innuendo is totally intended. Snicker.



  At least this day can't get any worse.

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