Lullabye (Rockstar #6) by Anne Mercier

however, he’s become accustomed to barging in mine. I enjoy the fact we have two separate living areas. I don’t have to share my space other than the kitchen, and he can decorate his part with all his manly crap never interfering with my more feminine features.
    The most annoying chirp a phone can make interrupts my thoughts. Blain sits up and grabs it off the table. Almost instantly his lips curl as he looks up apologetically. “I’ve got company coming.”
    “Great,” I dead pan. “Which one this time?”
    He hesitates for a moment, but then her name spills from his mouth. “Leslie.”
    He’s such a man-whore! “She’s so damn annoying, Blain. You can do so much better.”
    “Not in the sack,” he responds quickly.
    “Ewww! Gross! I don’t need that image in my mind.”
    He chuckles leaning back into the couch and focuses again on the TV. I’m not naïve, though. His wheels are turning.
    “She’s really nice though. You’ve never given her a chance.”
    Told you he was pondering something.
    “Um, hello? The first time I met her I walked in on her giving you a BJ. I can’t look at her anymore without seeing her cheeks full.” I puff out my cheeks mimicking a full mouth.
    Blain jerks up slapping his knee. “I wish you could have seen your face!”
    “I’m trying to forget yours!” I squeal but not without a chuckle.
    I swear it’s taken ten minutes to finally catch our breaths, when he stands wiping his tears of laughter from under his eyes. “Well, I’m heading to the bottom. Love ya, sis.”
    “Love ya too,” I say fumbling to capture the remote he precisely tossed at my chest. Good thing I caught it before it hit me. I playfully glare at him, silently reminding him it wasn’t a football.
    He chuckles then quietly shuts the door behind him.

Gable (The Powers That Be #1)
    ©2015 Harper Bentley
     
     
    Summer, two weeks before class:
    You know that feeling you get when you meet someone and feel as if you’ve known them for a lifetime? As if you’re just connected in some way?
    Yeah, that didn’t happen the first time I met Gable Powers. Matter of fact, I didn’t like him one bit.
    Oh, I know about all the Powers boys now. I actually knew about them by the first day of school since it seemed as if every woman on campus couldn’t stop talking about how each brother was just as gorgeous as the next, and things like, “Omigod! The Powers brothers are so hot!” or “Aren’t they just the cutest you’ve ever seen?” were proclaimed almost everywhere I went the entire first week of school. From listening in on these chicks wax rhapsodic over these brothers, if they were anything less than Nick Bateman clones, well, then I’d be highly disappointed. But from their conversations, I learned the Powers were from Seattle, all of them went to Hallervan, Zeke was a senior who played on the football team, Lochlan was a freshman who was some kind of computer genius, Ryker was a sophomore wrestler and Gable was a junior. I had yet to figure out what his superpower was, but I can honestly say that when I first met him, I couldn’t have cared less.
    My up-close-and-personal with Gable Powers left me less than thrilled, and when I finally figured out who he was and said something later about it to my new roommate, I got a stare of disbelief which made me roll my eyes.
    So here’s how it all went down.
    I’d answered an ad in the Seattle Times for a roommate. On my way to meet Amy (fellow sophomore who’d eventually become my new roomie), I’d had a flat tire and had to pull over in an area of the city I was unfamiliar with—hell I was unfamiliar with the entire friggin’ place—and, of course, it’d been raining. As a farm girl, I knew how to change a tire, had no problem changing a tire, but per Dad’s instructions, I called AAA and stayed in my car waiting for someone to show up, kind of feeling like a wuss for doing so. I knew I could’ve done it and been on my way in no time but I