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hunks who are hotter than hellfire and, ultimately, just simply irresistible. 
     
    Get all five of these filthy, forbidden fantasies in one collection, where everything is complicated, and secrets are kept like a pent-up breath aching to be released. 
     
    These tempting taboo tales will transport you to a world where wicked, illicit desires are just too tantalizing to resist.  You just know they’re going to give in. 
     
    And so will you.
     
    EXCERPT from “Finn” :
     
    I didn’t see him again until after I’d eaten my dinner.  He stomped through the back door and stood over the recliner where I was sitting sideways, feet swinging idly, while I read an old copy of People magazine.  Pictures of the sexiest man alive didn’t thrill me nearly as much as the angry flush spreading across Finn’s cheeks or the sight of his lean body in shorts and a loose tee.
     
    “I want it back.” 
     
    I blinked up at him, pretending I didn’t have a clue what he was talking about. 
     
    “Nice to see you, too,” I said, giving him a smirk.
     
    “Now.  I want it back.” 
     
    I sighed and made a show of rising from the chair.  I made sure to stand very close so I had to tilt my head to meet his gaze.  I liked his height.  Liked the breadth of his expanded shoulders.  He looked strong and lean, and very capable of picking me up and doing whatever he wanted to do with me.  A thought that thrilled me to my toes.  But how to goad him into doing it? That was the question that had been driving me buggy since I’d masturbated in front of him.
     
    “What do you want back?” I asked, letting my smile deepen just a little.  Just enough he knew I was fully aware of what he wanted.
     
    “It’s mine, Pita.  My private journal.  Now move your sweet little ass and get it for me.” 
     
    I didn’t have to pretend to shiver at his command. 
     
    “Or what?” I whispered, leaning closer.
     
    “You don’t want to find out.” 
     
    “Maybe I do.”  I tilted my head and licked my bottom lip.  I’d never been much of a flirt, but with Finn, I was finding it so easy to do.  Maybe it was because my nipples were tight again and my pussy was beginning to warm.
     
    “Fuck,” he said under his breath, his glance dropping to my mouth.
     
    “Is that what you want?”
     
    “Stop it.”  His gaze narrowed and bored into mine.  “I’m your brother.” 
     
    “That didn’t stop you thinking about me giving you blow jobs.” 
     
    His expression hardened.  “It’s one thing to think it.  I’m a guy, we think about sex all the time.  But I’m not a fucking perv.” 
     
    “How disappointing.” 
     
    “Stop playing.”  He reached out to grip my upper arms.  “Give it back.” 
     
    I raised my chin.  “Or you’ll… do… what?”
     
    His grip tightened.  So did his lips.  Before I could gasp, he whipped me around and bent me over the chair.  The first swat stung my ass, the shock holding me still.  The next swat was just as sharp.
     
    And then something happened.  Something unexpected.  My skin tingled.  My pussy grew damp.  Following another naughty impulse, I reached back and shoved my shorts and underwear down to my thighs. 
     
    “Again.”  I’d been naughty, and naughty girls needed punishment—right?
     
    “Pita,” he groaned.  “Goddamn it, why can’t you act like a normal girl?”
     
    “You spank girls so often you know what’s normal?”
     
    “Never.  For fuck’s sake, pull up your pants.” 
     
    “Or what?”
     
    Instead of landing another slap on bare skin, he dragged me up against his chest.  His mouth was right beside my ear, his breath coming fast and harsh. 
     
    My shorts slithered down my thighs and puddled around my feet.  While I stood nude from the waist down, I looked up and to the side and met his hot glare, daring him silently to act.
     
    “I want it back.”  He sounded like he was trying to keep his cool.
     
    “And