Bro Code is a brand new standalone contemporary romance novel from New York Times bestselling author Kendall Ryan! Read an exclusive excerpt from the novel here.
About ‘Bro Code’ by Kendall Ryan
There’s pretty much only one rule when you’re a guy.
Don’t be a douche.
Turns out, the fastest way to break that rule is to fall for your best friend’s sister.
Ava’s brilliant, sharp-tongued, gorgeous, and five years younger than me.
She’s the sexual equivalent of running with scissors. In a word, she’s dangerous. And completely off-limits. Falling for her could ruin everything.
Yet I can’t seem to stop, even when her company is threatened by a lawsuit, and my promotion hinges on representing the opposing client—and winning.
I can’t see a way out of this mess that doesn’t end in a broken friendship, a broken heart, or a ruined career.
I may have broken the bro code when I fell for Ava. But do I have the balls to handle what comes next?
‘Bro Code’ by Kendall Ryan exclusive excerpt:
Pressing the button for an elevator, I’m congratulating myself on a plan well executed when the doors slide open.
Ava is standing alone in the car, and I can’t hide my surprise. She’s so gorgeous, I have to physically steady myself. Stuffing my hands in my pockets is the only thing that stops me from reaching out for her. It’s maddening how tempting she looks tonight. All those curves hidden behind a silky black dress, matching heels, dark hair twisted into an elegant knot at the nape of her neck to show off those delicate collarbones that I’ve fantasized about nibbling on.
“What are you—”
“Mom thought she left Dad’s present upstairs, then texted me and said she found it.” Ava laughs but doesn’t step out of the elevator. “Going up?” Her blue eyes dance mischievously on mine.
“Yeah.” I was going to, anyway. “Aren’t you getting out?”
I move to catch the doors before they slide shut, and that step forward is enough for a fire to light up Ava’s eyes. The answer to my question is revealed in her gaze as she looks me up and down. She wants me and isn’t even trying to hide it, which instantly ups the ante on this cat-and-mouse game we’ve been playing all weekend.
“Aren’t you coming in?” she asks, her voice low and sultry.
No one else is in the hall. No one would know she and I had ever crossed paths, much less that we ended up in the same elevator. And tonight is it, my final night in town, a thought that’s been bothering me all day.
Unable to say no to her, I step into the elevator and the doors slide shut behind me.
It was just one step, but the meaning behind it is huge. Monumental.
The moment we’re alone, really alone, she steps forward to place one hand on my jaw and rises on tiptoe. Her lips are inches from mine and her soft feminine scent is enough to send my heart into overdrive.
Ava wets her lower lip and leans in close. It isn’t a choice—it’s raw instinct—when I lean down and take her mouth with a deep, searing kiss. The kiss I’d been trying not to lay on her since I first saw her all dressed up. The heat that’s been building in my body the entire night threatens to combust, and a groan catches in my throat when she puts one hand over my crotch, pressing her palm against my heat. I harden instantly at her forbidden touch. I’ve been following the bro code this entire week,hell, for over a decade, and that one touch obliterated every rule I’ve hidden behind.