Taboo Inheritance
Alana Church
Maison d'édition: Boruma Publishing
Synopsis
It was a simple trip. A visit to Ireland, to scatter the ashes of Erin’s grandmother. But on the Emerald Isle, forbidden lust begins to stir. Erin and her son Brian are falling into a pit of taboo desire. When they climb the holy mountain, they will get the shock of a lifetime, bound forever by their heritage and their "Taboo Inheritance!" ~~~~~ PG Excerpt ~~~~~ Erin woke to a soft glow coming through the tent walls. Eyes closed, she stretched, testing her body. Everything present and accounted for, Commander. Libido reports general horniness in the groinal area. A soft snore caught her ears, and her eyes flickered open. Brian’s face was barely more than a foot away from hers. His outflung fingers nearly brushed her face. In the light of sunrise, his hair seemed to glow like burnished copper, and his profile was somehow both gentle and stern, the face of a reluctant warrior. Oh. Her hand, unbidden, moved between her thighs. It had been so long since she’d had a man, even a man as unsatisfactory in bed as Jared had been. And it couldn’t be wrong to admire her own son’s sheer masculinity, could it? It wasn’t as if she was going to act on it. She could almost sense the warmth of his breath, sighing between his lips. Could almost taste his sweet mouth. Could almost feel the hard flat planes of his chest, his belly, under her fingers. She was suddenly, uncontrollably wet, and she clamped her thighs closed on her hand, utterly still, except for her middle finger as it tickled her bud. Oh, Gods. Brigid and Lugh and Nuada and all the rest. Please. I need this. I need to finish before he wakes up! Her breath hissed between her teeth. And then, between one moment and the next, she climaxed, her breasts aching. Her lower lip was caught between her teeth, almost hard enough to draw blood, as her hips undulated and her loins throbbed with the strength of her desire. Whew. That was a good one. She opened her eyes, and almost squeaked as she realized Brian was awake and staring at her, a slightly inquisitive frown pinching his eyebrows. When in doubt, play innocent. “Good morning,” she said. “God.” He closed his eyes, and she let out a clandestine sigh of relief. “Morning sucks. Can someone please turn off the sun?” Erin flipped open her sleeping bag and headed for the tent flap, hoping the smell of her own arousal wouldn’t be too obvious. “Sorry, no. I’m not one of the gods. I’m hitting the bathroom. Start breakfast, and I’ll be back in time to take over for you.”
Disponible depuis: 05/08/2022.
Longueur d'impression: 68 pages.
