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Authors: Ora Wilde
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hope
you enjoyed the story of Andrea and Nash.
T
hank
you so much for supporting an independent author. The direct publishing industry is at a critical period these days, as a change in the compensation structure of major distribution channels have severely impaired the financial viability of self-publishing. Your continued patronage has been a very big help, not just to me, but to my fellow independent authors as well.
T
rust
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A
gain
, my sincerest appreciation. Have a blessed day, and always be safe!
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O
racle Wilde
When Vickie was coerced into signing up for the annual Freshmen Auction, he asked Clinton to place a bid for her. After Clinton won her “services” for 24 hours, Vickie was surprised to discover that the boy she grew up with had something else in mind, something she never expected.
What happens next is a journey that will take both of them to the edges of the forbidden, where familial ties are tested and conventions are broken, where the world they know unravels and a new universe of possibilities is opened, and where Vickie will realize that the boy she knew has become a man worthy of her passion.
3 Titillating Tales Of Forbidden Desires
These are stories of summer and spring and the lazy days in between when we’re at home, alone, with the boys we grew up with... when familial restrictions are swept away by the ever rising tide of passion... when they cease to be the boys we know and become the men we desire.
O
ne is
a story about a love that was supposed to be buried but was rekindled years later, when brother and sister found themselves in the same room, with a single bed.
T
he second is
a tale of a sister who decided to teach his brother how to stop his self-indulgent behavior, the method she would use are far more erotic than this description would allow.
T
he last is
about a voyeurism fantasy gone horribly wrong, when a sexual act between lovers was also witnessed by the boy's sister.
These are stories that are meant to provoke sensibilities, inspire imaginations, and ignite the most intense of emotions.
These are stories that will challenge the world you know and invite you to a whole new realm of possibilities, where your innermost yearnings can be realized and where your most forbidden wishes can come true.
When Lynne returned Paul's phone, he noticed that she forgot to log off her Facebook account. As Lynne unwittingly revealed some deliciously dirty secrets to the boy she grew up with, the fine line between love and passion got blurred.
Paul began to realize that the cute little brat who used to throw tantrums left and right has grown into a fine young woman... with a very naughty and sensual side. Paul was instantly enamored. Lynne remained unaware of his intentions. Everything was bound to burn when they found themselves alone, at home, one lazy weekend.
Once Paul takes the first step towards the forbidden, there will be no turning back...
S
TEPBROTHER
: A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHING
Every evening, without fail, Oliver would always visit her stepsister Claire at her dormitory. He’d throw pebbles at her window, and she’d
take a peek
. They would talk about the memories of their youth, the details of their days, and the promises of their dreams.
One day, when Claire suffered the worst heartbreak of her young life - all because she wanted to preserve her
innocence
for the
right one
come the
right time
- which was made so much worse by a very public Facebook post that revealed the reason for the breakup, she felt the severe weight of despair and humiliation crush her very young soul.
She found herself in an unfamiliar territory... helpless, vulnerable,
without protection
.
But Oliver, as always, was there to make things right, and Claire started to realize that she may be feeling something towards
the boy she grew up with
... something that’s
more than mere brotherly love
.
What happens next is a series of events that will compel them to make the most difficult of choices: whether to hold on to the boundaries of their kinship, or allow their desires to unravel until they embrace the
forbidden
.
Will the ties that bind them suppress the yearnings of their hearts, or will love prove that, indeed, there is a
first time
for everything?
S
TEPBROTHER
: BEHIND CLOSED DOORS
Thea and Jerome are step-siblings who can’t stand each other. She’s opinionated, gregarious and hardheaded. He’s controlling, conceited and contemptuous. They’ve hated each other longer than they can remember.
Thea has a secret. She’s having a cyber affair with the man of her dreams, and every single night, they’d find ways to express their most intimate and passionate feelings for each other.
When Thea’s parents discovered that she has a boyfriend, they pressed her into bringing him home so that he could be introduced to the family. Reluctantly, Thea had to ask her internet lover to meet her... to finally make their relationship real.
They set up a rendezvous.
And when they finally come face to face with each other, they will both realize some very important facts: that the heart can see what the eyes cannot, that secrets can bridge worlds that have been torn asunder, and that love can unearth the most fascinating surprises... even from those which are most familiar.
One fateful Monday morning, Betty Smith was introduced to her new stepbrother, Darwin McKenzy, in the most embarrassing way possible... in school, during class and in front of everyone she knew.
Darwin almost immediately became a popular personality in the campus. Lean, well-built, tattooed and handsome, he instantly won the hearts of many of Betty's female schoolmates. Mercurial, enigmatic and unforgivingly rude, Darwin's mystifying charm has made him a favorite topic within the school's social media network.
But there was something else about her stepbrother that made Betty develop some very intense feelings for him... a side of Darwin which was tender and affectionate and kind that he never showed to other people.
One night, during a party, something happened between them... something that should have been private... something that the entire school managed to witness.
Will this devastating scandal tear them apart?
Or will it serve as the catalyst to bridge everything that their hearts have yearned for?
S
TEPBROTHER
: A BABY FOR HIM, Books 1 To 4
Lander Michael Kennard. The man of my dreams. The man I want to have a future with. The man I have always loved in secret.
He is also my stepbrother.
One Christmas eve when we were young, he kissed me... for no apparent reason other than we were both under a mistletoe, away from everybody else. That kiss lingered on my lips and tugged at my heart for years.
Since then, I have always yearned for him. But all he showed me were mixed signals, and I was left with more questions than answers
One night, I found a chance to discover how he truly felt about me.
What happens next is a series of events that will define us both. Will we end up as the lovers I always believed we were fated to be? Or will we end up as people who would hate each other for that one night of passion when we risked everything... EVERYTHING... just to explore the boundaries of our affections?
Will destiny really bring us together?
Or should I do something drastic just to ensure that our hearts will be bound forever?
C
oming In August
/September, 2015…
B
ILLIONAIRE STEPBROTHER
: A Baby’s Price
“
M
y name is Lana
,” I answered the receptionist. “Lana Laine.”
S
he nodded
to signify that she got my name correctly, then she typed something on her computer. After a few seconds, she gave me another look and smiled.
“
W
elcome
, Ms. Laine,” she said. “Your desk should be on the third row by the hallway, just outside Ms. McCarthy’s office.”
“
T
hank you so much
,” I replied.
I
clutched
the strap of my satchel and pulled the bottom brim of my pink blouse to remove any seams that may have formed. I started to walk towards the main hallway. A variety of people greeted me with polite grins. They were quite welcoming, especially for a new face in the building. Either that or they didn’t think I’m their new co-employee... just a guest who was paying their workplace a visit.
I
couldn’t blame them
, if that were the case. A lot of people - my folks, my relatives, my friends from college - consistently told me that I looked young for my age. I was twenty-two, and for them to think that I looked younger wasn’t really a compliment.
P
erhaps it was
my dainty form. I have a petite body. I’m thin, but not slender. And my breasts... well... they don’t look as developed as those of women my age. And the way I loved to wear my long, black hair - in a ponytail - may have contributed to my youthful facade as well. My fashion sense, too... my preference for bright colors, for seemingly queer combinations, for practicality more than style... these may have made them mistake my uncanny taste for juvenile tendencies.
O
r maybe it
was my
cheerful face
- their words, not mine. More than once, I have been
described as
that girl with a contagious smile
. It should have been a flattering remark, but sometimes, that description was shared in the most inappropriate of circumstances... during a wedding when everyone was crying; when my roommate, Jessica Andrews, got dumped by her boyfriend and everyone was consoling her; when my dad grounded me for a week because he thought that the
Joey
I was texting was my boyfriend, when in fact, she was a girl; during Aunt Martha’s wake when all the visitors were grieving.
I
can’t help it
. Sometimes, I look like I’m smiling when, really, I’m not. I blame that on two things:
F
irst
, my facial structure. The edges of my lips slightly curve outwards that, in their natural condition, they appear to be curled into a beam. Coupled with my beady eyes, it really looks like I’m in a perpetual state of jolliness. Whenever I seal my lips, it’ll always appear like I’m smiling.
S
econd
, my optimism. I have always tried to look at the positive side of things...
always
. Often, this kind of personality served me well. My friends viewed me as their walking stimulant - a
living, breathing ecstasy pill
as they said, which was a little too weird to be witty. Because they continually expected me to be jolly, they most probably pictured me to be all smiles, even when I wasn’t even grinning.
A
loud thud
interrupted my musing as someone who came from a door to my left bumped into me and I dropped my satchel and the papers I was holding.
“
O
h my God
, I’m so sorry, miss” the man immediately apologized as he bent over to help me pick up my things.
T
he first thing
I noticed about him was how neat he looked. Dressed in a white, long-sleeved polo shirt with a dark green tie with his perfectly combed black hair, he really seemed very dapper.
T
he second thing
I noticed about this young man occurred when he finished collecting my stuff and he turned his head up to look at me. He was very good-looking. He had blue eyes that framed his handsome face, but his dimples gave him a sort of boyish charm that, admittedly, would’ve been very difficult to resist.
W
ould’ve been
.
H
e stood
up and handed over my things.
“
M
y bad
, my bad... I’m really sorry, miss,” he repeated his regret.
T
he sincerity in his eyes
, the way his brows coiled to express his remorse, his rather sensual lips that almost spiraled into a pout... these made him look even more attractive. I actually found myself trying very hard not to blush.
“
I
t’s okay
,” I said. “No one’s fault.”
“
S
till
, I should’ve looked where I was going,” he continued to rue. “By the way, I’m Jacob,” he said as he extended his hand.
“
H
i
. I’m Lana,” I answered as I met his hand with mine. His touch was warm. His grip was strong.
“
P
leasure to meet you
, Lana.”
“
S
ame
. Do you work here?”
“
Y
es
, yes, I do,” he replied.
“
T
hat’s your office
?” I asked, pointing to the door from where he came from.
“
U
hm
, not really,” he answered as he gazed at me strangely. “That’s actually the restroom.”
“
O
h
,” was all I could utter. It was quite embarrassing.
H
e laughed
. It was cute laugh. I laughed with him.
“
Y
ou’re new here
,” he stated. “I initially had a suspicion, but now I’m certain.”
“
Y
es
, I am. It’s my first day, actually.”
“
O
h
, really? That’s cool! My desk is in the second row to the left, near Mr. Benton’s office.”
“
W
ow
!” I responded, just to be able to say something. The truth was, I didn’t know anything about how the desks were positioned. I didn’t even know who Mr. Benton was.
“
W
here’s your desk
?” he asked enthusiastically.
“
U
hm
, it’s supposed to be on the third row, just outside Ms. McCarthy’s room.”
I
saw
the shock in his eyes when I mentioned Ms. McCarthy’s name. Jacob actually swallowed some air.
“
M
s. McCarthy
?” he tried to confirm in disbelief. “Are you... is she... well... will you be working under her?”
“
Y
es
, I will,” I replied as I gave him a wide smile.
“
O
h shit
,” he muttered. He bit his lip immediately afterwards, as if he didn’t really intend for me to hear what he said.
“
E
rrr
... is there something I should know about Ms. McCarthy?” I questioned him as a tinge of anxiety creeped into my body.
“
O
h no
... nothing... nothing at all,” he replied, quite nervously. “Listen, I’ll be seeing you around, Lana, okay? And if you need anything... anything at all... someone to talk to, someone to show you around, a shoulder to cry on...” he paused, which gave me the impression that he regretted saying the last item on his list. “Well... just look for me and I’ll be there for you.”
“
T
hat’s a very generous offer
, Jacob,” I said. “Thank you very much.”
“
W
ell
... I’ll be seeing you, Lana. Bye for now!”
“
B
ye
!”
H
e quickly darted
towards the end of the hallway where more than two dozen desks were located... one of them being mine.
I
continued
my walk to my designated area.
T
hanks
to a helpful girl named Farah, I had no trouble finding my table. I immediately dropped my things on the side of the chair and took a seat. I tried to savor the working environment. The place was filled with people... creative folks, I’m sure, as demanded by the projects that had to be completed. Writers, editors, graphic artists, photographers, and a bunch of really artistic people occupied the desks that surrounded me.
P
eople who were brimming
with imaginative ideas.
I
magination
, after all, was the bread and butter of Peak Publishing, Cleveland’s biggest - and one of the country’s largest - print company in existence.
A
nd I was
part of it.
I
have always dreamt
about this moment, when I would join the ranks of the minds behind many of the magazines I have read while I was growing up.
A
nd now that
I’m here, I have promised myself to do my very best to make a mark in the company... and in the industry if possible.
B
ut there’s
another reason why I have always wanted to work at Peak Publishing.
A
reason
that is far more personal than professional contentment.
“
H
ey
,” a female voice called out, one that came from my left.
I
turned
to look at who she was. I saw a woman, around thirty years of age, sitting on the desk next to mine. She looked gentle, serenely wise, he long, blonde hair clustered in short curls around her heart-shaped face.
“
H
ello
,” I greeted her, again with a smile.
“
Y
ou’re the new girl
, huh?” she asked softly, almost whispering, as if she was afraid that someone might hear her.
“
Y
eah
. My name’s Lana,” I answered.
“
O
kay
, okay. My name is Samantha,” she continued to murmur at a hurried pace. “Listen, you’ll be working for Esther, right?”
S
he was referring
to Esther McCarthy, most definitely... my immediate superior and a managing editor for Bachelorette Magazine, the company’s premiere print publication catered for women.
“
Y
eah
, that’s correct,” I replied.
“
O
kay Lana
, whatever she asks of you,” she proceeded to say, “whatever her opinion is on any matter, whatever she says regardless of your own beliefs... just say yes. Understand?”
N
o
, I didn’t actually.
“
O
kay
,” I answered quizzically.
“
I
know
this is all weird for you, Lana,” she added, “but I’m just trying to help you, okay?”
“
O
kay
,” I repeated my response.
A
ll of a sudden
, the door behind me opened and Samantha quickly went back to doing whatever it was she was previously preoccupied with - or maybe she just pretended that she was busy at that time. Out came a dignified-looking woman, around forty years of age, by my approximation. She was thin, a little tall, with her hair fixed in a ball... much a stereotypical librarian. She was wearing glasses that partially concealed her eyes, yet the terror caused by her gaze was very apparent.
“
Y
ou
,” she yelled towards my direction. “In my office, now!”
T
he people
in the desks near mine looked at me. Their faces were painted with fear and apprehension... and worry, even, for my wellbeing most probably.
I
stood
up and followed Ms. McCarthy inside her office.
O
nce there
, she took a seat behind her expansive table.
“
W
ell
, what are you waiting for?” she asked callously. “Sit down so we can get this over with.”
I
nodded
and sat on the chair in front of her desk.
