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Spring
Break 2015 was supposed to be spent lying on the white sand beaches of Mexico
sipping fruity cocktails with my friends and my boyfriend, Heath. Instead I
found myself single and flying back home to San Francisco to spend it with my
mother, her new boyfriend and his son, Linc.
Linc,
or as my friends like to call him ‘Forbidden,' is my future stepbrother and the
one person who gets under my skin unlike anyone else.
We
call him Forbidden because, like the fruit in The Garden of Eden, Linc is
tempting and completely untouchable.
I've
hated the arrogant jerk for as long as I can remember. But a week alone
together, followed by a drunken bet, leads me onto a path that once
taken...there is no turning back.
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Excerpt 1:
Pushing my
way around him I pad across my room to the door. Whipping it open I put on my
best pissed off face and point my hand towards Linc who looks almost physically
sick.
Ugh! He’s
seriously the biggest asshole on the Goddam planet!
The thought
of his friends knowing that he wanted to fuck me two seconds ago is so damn bad
that it’s makes him physically sick?
Why does my
body want this douchebag?
Why did I
agree to this fricking bet?
I’m so mad
that I’m five seconds away from taking matters into my own hands and slapping
some sense into myself.
“The
asshole’s right over there. Now please take his sorry ass back downstairs with
you before I toss him out my fucking window.”
I’m
seething. Tyler of course assuming it’s because of Linc answering my phone, and
pulling his little stunt with Heath. But in all reality I’m thrilled he did it.
Serves Heath right. The jerk dumps me, hooks up with girls in Cabo, then calls
me for what? More than likely to ask me to take his sorry ass back—I think not.
I’m seething
right now because my brain is screaming, kick Linc in the hard on that was just
teasing you with through his jeans while my body is shouting slam the door in
Tyler’s face and then tackle his ass and make him show you just how good he is
in bed.
“You gotta
admit what Linc did was fucking funny as shit.” Tyler says with an amused tone
as Linc stalks past me out into the hallway to join Tyler on the other side of
my bedroom door.
Laughing
sarcastically I say, “Yeah, it was fricking hilarious. See I’m still laughing.”
Pointing at my mouth I let out another sarcastic giggle before slamming the
door in their faces. I shout through the door, “Now let me get dressed in
peace! And in case you need another reminder keep your hands off of my phone
jackass!”
My chest is
heaving as I fall against the door and listen as their footsteps fade away down
the hall.
If I was
smart I would’ve taken my mother’s offer to fly as far away from this house and
Linc but instead I find myself trapped in this house with him and torn between
hating him and wanting him more than I’ve ever wanted anyone in my life.
Damn you,
Tessa.
Excerpt 2
“Fuck. The
things I want to do to you,” he murmurs as his hands work their way back up to
my face.
This whole seducing thing is working out
even faster than I thought.
I keep my
grip on my towel as I continue to pull on Linc’s shirt with my other hand,
yanking him to me. “Like what?” I ask seductively.
He lets out
another low growl as his eyes burn into mine. “I’m not sure you can handle me,
Spitfire. Once I start, I don’t stop—so you better think long and hard about
what you’re asking me.”
Holy. Fuck.
I think my
towel is most certainly soaking wet from how turned on I am right now. Linc has
to be the hottest, most irresistible asshole I’ve ever met. He’s cocky as fuck,
but he has the dick and the reputation to back it up.
The feel of
his lips on my skin short circuits my brain momentarily as they kiss a path
from my right breast to my left. It feels like hot pokers branding my skin with
every press of his lips against my flesh.
“Mmmm.” A
soft moan leaves my lips as he rocks his hips in between my legs, teasing my
clit with the hard roughness of his cock pressing against his jeans.
Nipping at
my skin, he whispers, “Your body is screaming to be fucked, Raven. But I won’t
touch you until you tell me with that spitfire mouth of your that you want me
to fuck you.”
Excerpt 3
“Man, you look like shit this morning.” Linc’s voice pulls
me out of my sleepy daze as the sound of his voice, slightly deeper and gruff
from sleep, fills the room. Once again, my heart begins to race as I take in
the sight of him. He’s shirtless still, but at least now he has some Nike
basketball shorts on. His hair is disheveled on top of his head, and his
muscles are flexing, making my mind go blank as I watch him bring his coffee
cup to his lips.
I blink away the dirty thoughts and sink deeper into the
couch as I curl my toes along the edge of the coffee table and bring my
attention back to the news. “Bite me, asshole,” I tell him with a snarky
attitude before taking another sip from my coffee.
I see, out of the corner of my eye, him approaching the
couch, but force myself not to acknowledge him. Setting his cup down on the
side table, he sits down a few spots away from me, leaning on the arm of the
couch. I feel his eyes on me as I continue to drink my coffee and ignore him.
His feet land next to mine as he lets out a loud groan
that sends shivers through my body, traveling straight to my core as he
stretches beside me.
My body needs to get its shit
together. We do not like Linc. So just stop. Stop right now, whatever it is my
vagina thinks it wants. Because no way in hell am I going anywhere near that.
His dad is banging my mom. It’s wrong on so many levels that I’m even picturing
Linc naked right now.
Ugh. My brain and my body sucks!
“I guess someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this
morning. I, on the other hand,feel fan-fucking-tastic. I’m ready to go to the
country club and hit some balls with my boys. It beats being holed up in this
place all day.”
I let out an aggravated moan before turning my head slowly
to stare at him. It’s taking everything in me not to laugh at him as he says
golf and fan-fucking-tastic in the same breath.
“I’m suddenly feeling chipper, now that I know I won’t
have to look at your face all day.”
A loud, deep chuckle fills the room as Linc tips his head
back and lets out the sexiest laugh I’ve ever heard. “Wow. I think that is the
first time ever in my life I’ve had a girl tell me that without me fucking her
first. Thanks for the laugh, sis. I needed that,” he says, slapping my thigh.
Excerpt 4
“Raven! Where’ve ya been? I thought you got lost when you
went to get your last beer,” Nathan says, giving me a ‘melt your panties
straight off’ grin as he reaches up, hooking his arm around my waist, and pulls
me down onto his lap. His dark brown hair looks almost black under the starlit
sky, which he wears buzzed almost completely off. Nathan has that innocent boy
next door look to him, but he has a pretty big reputation as a player in our
circle of friends.
He’s one of those guys that every girl wants, but soon
after, they wish they never had, because he has a reputation for breaking
hearts. Luckily for me, I’m only looking for a night of fun and nothing more,
so his bang ‘em and run attitude doesn’t faze me the least bit.
Draping my arm over his shoulder, I lean into his nicely
toned chest. “Sorry. The party was getting a little out of control, so I had to
track Seth down and ask him to bounce for us. It cost me a few hundred dollars,
but it’s worth it to make sure nothing gets broken or stolen and no copsare
called.”
Sliding his hand along my cheek, Nathan cups it and gently
strokes my skin with his thumb. “I’m glad you got it all sorted out so that you
can now let loose and have some fun. What do ya say? You up for some flip cup?”
Smiling down at him, I momentarily get lost in his dark
chocolate irises before shrugging my shoulders and telling him, “Sure. Why
not?”
“That’s the spirit!” he shouts with a big ass grin spread
across his face before surprising me,and I’m pretty sure everyone else at the
table, as he pulls my lips down to his for a kiss. His lips brush mine for only
a few short moments before pulling away, leaving me eager to do it again.
We’ve partied together and flirted a time or two, but never
took it any farther, but tonight, I’m looking to change that.
Especially if I’m going to be hearing Linc in the next room over. I’ll be damn
sure he gets to hear me in return.
“Alrighty then.” I laugh as I shift on Nathan’s lap to
face everyone. I feel Linc’s eyes on me once again and glance up slightly,
locking my eyes with his. There’s a dark, stormy look brewing in his, but after
blinking them a few times, the cool, relaxed Linc seems to resurface.
For a moment there, I think he was actually jealous of
Nathan kissing me, which is absurd. We’ve barely spoken to each other in our
entire lifetime. There’s no possible way he’s jealous right now.
At least I hope not, because if so, that could mean
trouble in our near future. Especially if my mother is right and Matt is
planning on proposing to her.
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Excerpt 5
The second he steps foot into the kitchen he stares
straight at me and points his finger from me to the Keurig. “I’m making you
coffee.” His voice is stern but has a hint of humor in it.
“I’m really not that drunk anymore,” I tell him, slapping
my hands down on the marble countertop.
When I’m drunk I’m a tad bit dramatic.
Ignoring me, he gets to work popping a K-Cup into the
Keurig and brewing me a glass of my favorite Caramel Vanilla Cream.
“Mmm...that smells so
good. Maybe I do want some coffee after all.” I notice Linc glance at me from
the corner of his eye and adjust himself through his jeans as I moan. I nibble
on my bottom lip as I attempt to hide the grin trying to spread across my lips.
Tessa leans in to me and whispers in my ear, “I know what
else you want. Some sinfully delicious Forbidden
fruit.”
I elbow her in the ribs to shut her up and feel my cheeks
flush with heat.
“Ouch!” Tessa
hisses under her breath before laughing lightly and grabbing her bottle of
beer, downing the remaining contents.
Author Bio:
Amazon Bestselling Author and a mother of 3 wonderful
kids. Madison 11 Bailey 7 and Finn 3. I run a successful online boutique,
Bailey Booper’s Boutique; many of my items featured on Teen Mom 2.
I live in a small town in NY with my husband of 11 years,
enjoying my happily ever after. My perfect day is spending time at the beach, I
love the Ocean. I’m an outdoorsy type of girl; every chance I get I’m outside
walking or running around with my kids.
I have been writing for as long as I can remember but I
finally decide to pursue my dreams of sharing my stories with the world when I
published my first Novel Irresistible Desire back in March 2013.
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on the white sand beaches of Mexico sipping fruity cocktails with my friends and
my boyfriend, Heath. Instead I found myself single and flying back home to San
Francisco to spend it with my mother, her new boyfriend and his son,
Linc.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818;
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unlike anyone else.</span><br style="background-color: white;
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The Garden of Eden, Linc is tempting and completely
untouchable.</span><br style="background-color: white; color: #181818;
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jerk for as long as I can remember. But a week alone together, followed by a
drunken bet, leads me onto a path that once taken...there is no turning
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pre-wrap;">“Fuck. The things I want to do to you,” he murmurs as his
hands work their way back up to my face.</span></div>
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thought.</span></div>
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<span
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text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space:
pre-wrap;">I keep my grip on my towel as I continue to pull on Linc’s
shirt with my other hand, yanking him to me. “Like what?” I ask
seductively.</span></div>
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text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space:
pre-wrap;">He lets out another low growl as his eyes burn into mine.
“I’m not sure you can handle me, Spitfire. Once I start, I don’t stop—so you
better think long and hard about what you’re asking me.”</span></div>
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<span
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text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space:
pre-wrap;">I think my towel is most certainly soaking wet from how
turned on I am right now. Linc has to be the hottest, most irresistible asshole
I’ve ever met. He’s cocky as fuck, but he has the dick and the reputation to
back it up.</span></div>
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pre-wrap;">The feel of his lips on my skin short circuits my brain
momentarily as they kiss a path from my right breast to my left. It feels like
hot pokers branding my skin with every press of his lips against my
flesh.</span></div>
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text-decoration: none; vertical-align: baseline; white-space:
pre-wrap;">“Mmmm.” A soft moan leaves my lips as he rocks his hips in
between my legs, teasing my clit with the hard roughness of his cock pressing
against his jeans.</span></div>
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vertical-align: baseline; white-space: pre-wrap;">Nipping at my skin,
he whispers, “Your body is screaming to be fucked, Raven. But I won’t touch you
until you tell me with that spitfire mouth of your that you want me to fuck
you.”</span></span></div>
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