All Mine

All Mine (Forbidden Duet #1) An angsty stepbrother romance Elle Love All Mine © 2023 by Elle Love All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, organizations, places, events and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. For information, contact [email protected] or visit: www.ellelovewritesromance.com Book cover by Elle Love Contents Dedication A quick note from me to you. 1. CHAPTER 1—JENNIE 2. CHAPTER 2—GABRIEL 3. CHAPTER 3—JENNIE 4. CHAPTER 4—GABRIEL 5. CHAPTER 5—JENNIE 6. CHAPTER 6—GABRIEL 7. CHAPTER 7—JENNIE 8. CHAPTER 8—GABRIEL 9. CHAPTER 9—JENNIE 10. CHAPTER 10—GABRIEL 11. CHAPTER 11—JENNIE 12. CHAPTER 12—GABRIEL 13. CHAPTER 13—GABRIEL 14. CHAPTER 14—JENNIE 15. CHAPTER 15—GABRIEL 16. CHAPTER 16—JENNIE 17. CHAPTER 17—GABRIEL 18. CHAPTER 18—JENNIE 19. CHAPTER 19—JEALOUS 20. CHAPTER 20—JENNIE 21. CHAPTER 21—GABRIEL 22. CHAPTER 22—JENNIE 23. CHAPTER 23—JEALOUS 24. CHAPTER 24—GABRIEL 25. CHAPTER 25—JENNIE 26. CHAPTER 26—GABRIEL 27. CHAPTER 27—JEALOUS 28. CHAPTER 28—JENNIE 29. CHAPTER 29—GABRIEL 30. CHAPTER 30—JENNIE 31. CHAPTER 31—GABRIEL 32. CHAPTER 32—JEALOUS 33. CHAPTER 33—JENNIE 34. CHAPTER 34—GABRIEL 35. CHAPTER 35—JENNIE 36. CHAPTER 36—GABRIEL 37. CHAPTER 37—JEALOUS 38. CHAPTER 38—JENNIE 39. CHAPTER 39—JEALOUS 40. CHAPTER 40—GABRIEL 41. CHAPTER 41—JENNIE 42. CHAPTER 42—JEALOUS 43. CHAPTER 43—JENNIE 44. CHAPTER 44—GABRIEL 45. CHAPTER 45—JENNIE 46. CHAPTER 46—JEALOUS 47. CHAPTER 47—JENNIE 48. CHAPTER 48—JEALOUS 49. CHAPTER 49—GABRIEL About the Author To all the book boyfriends. May Gabriel join your ranks. A quick note from me to you. Just a quick note from me to you. This book and the Kindle Vella readers who've read this book have changed my career. This story hung out in the top 100 for almost a year! Thank you. This book has changed quite a bit from the Vella story since the storytelling isn't exactly the same for a serial and an ebook. It has about 15% more content and it definitely kept the steam, the angst, the love and the soap opera elements. Gabriel and Jennie mean so much to me and I cross my fingers you fall in love with them, too. I promise he'd make Gabriel crack a smile. And who knows, maybe he'll get one more tattoo… CHAPTER 1—JENNIE"Gabriel?" I plead, my voice thick with desire as he backs me against the wall. My body thrums with anticipation while his dark, thunderous eyes capture mine, his lips ghosting over my neck, his hands mapping my every curve… But, wait… does he have five hands?Beep. Beep. Beep.With a jolt, I open my eyes, half-expecting five-hands Gabriel to be looming above me. But no such luck. Instead, I find myself alone, the bed sheets twisted in disarray, the taste of unsatisfied desire still lingering. As always.Stretching lazily, I yawn and with a sleepy glance, my fingers fumble for my e-reader, discovering it lying right by my pillow. Upon unlocking the device, the words His hands are everywhere leap from the screen.Once again, I had fallen asleep while engrossed in A Cursed Kind.And once again, in the corners of my dream, Gabriel had morphed into the alien king, falling for the human woman he was bound to marry.Oh, the things he did to her.A flush spreads over me. In my nocturnal fantasy, I was the human aerospace engineer, a part of the mission that first discovered the planet. When we landed, the stars declared me the king's fated mate, and I agreed to marry him to save both our worlds, despite our mutual disdain. A perfect blend of the enemies-to-lovers trope, fated mates, and unapologetic smut. After their wedding, even as he refuses to claim her, he shows her exactly how useful his five hands can be.Well, that would explain the five-hands Gabriel.Night after night, Gabriel stars in whatever scenario my sleeping mind weaves. Monday, he was a viscount to whom I proposed to save my estate. He agreed on the condition I grant him three nights to convince me to be his wife in every sense.And, oh my, he did convince me.My skin still tingles as I recall the way his throaty growl echoed in my ear and his strong hands teased along my thigh while his lips trailed soft kisses up my neck. I knew I was his; I was consumed by him.Two nights ago, he was a duke whispering, "I burn for you," before demonstrating exactly what he meant by that.And last night, he was the alien with five dexterous hands, each one adept at making me not merely ask, but plead for more.All dreams. All illusions.Because Gabriel is no duke, viscount, or alien. He's far from a romance novel hero, ready to sweep me off my feet, whisper sweet nothings, or show his desire.Far from it.He's my exasperating, infuriating, maddening stepbrother.The only time he acknowledges me is to invent new ways to annoy the crap out of me. He should be touring the world right now, far from my reach.But again, I’m not that lucky.He's here, in Sunset Cove, in this house, two doors down. Regularly "entertaining" with an alarming frequency. I'm sure he had three different girls over last night. And I think they were all together at the same time. Maybe he could use five hands. I should lend him the book or maybe ask if he wrote it himself.After all, not only does he sing and strum a guitar, but he also writes his own songs. And I'm pretty sure some girls at school have his picture on their walls, on their cells, on their mirrors, while we live under the same roof. Maybe, once upon a time, I would have thought myself lucky.Not today.Note to self: Stop thinking about Gabriel.I stifle another yawn, wishing I could close my eyes and return to a world where a