In While the Cats Away, Katherine Swenson is relieved when her niece Cindy is available to look after her twin son and daughter while shes away at a church conference. But Cindy isnt as innocent as she claims to be. Its only a matter of time before the horny little nymphet has taken both Dawn and Donny into her bed! In the sequel, The Mice Will Play, Cindy has moved in with Katherine and the twins. But Cindy finds it hard to adjust to small-town life, and the opportunities for naughty family fun are fewer now that Kat is back home. The only solution is to seduce Kat into their incestuous lifestyle, too! In Cutting Ties, Roy Lee McCoy wants to leave his dead-end life in the dying mill town of Deer Creek, Alabama. His Aunt Eileen wants to leave, too, but for different reasons-shes terrified of her abusive husband. When Roy Lee tells her of his plans, he discovers that she will do anything to get out of town, including him! In the sequel, Cutting Loose, Roy Lee and Eileen have escaped to Promise, Montana, reuniting with Roy Lees long-lost mother. But as idyllic as Promise is, they cant hide their forbidden love from Roy Lees mother, Jillian. When she finds out, will she lay bare their secrets? Or will she become a willing member of their sexy household? ----- PG Excerpt ----- Okay, said Cindy. Strip. What? No, Katherine said, turning red. Im not getting naked in front of you two. Really? Cindy asked. Well, if you insist, she smiled, well get Donny up here. Katherine sputtered incoherently. Cindy hugged her aunt. Kat, it isnt a sin to be proud of what God gave you. Now I know, that Mom and Dad gave you nice clothes on Christmas and yo ur birthday... Valentines Day, too, Dawn said helpfully. Dawn! Come on, Momma. Where did you hide the clothes Uncle Edward and Aunt Carol sent you? she asked, her voice so appealing Kat gave up and pointed at the bureau. Dawn sprang to action, but was halted by Cindys voice. Dawn, youre your mommas size. How about you get some of your own things for her to try out? Once she left, Cindy opened the drawers of the bureau, seeing layers of fashionable blouses and slacks, comfortable skirts and sundresses. Even a selection of lingerie; silk panties and bras folded neatly, some of them with the tags still attached. She met Katherines gaze. Let me help you, Kat, she said softly. Katherines eyes closed as she fought a visible battle within herself. Finally she lifted her hands and began to unbutton her blouse. In a few minutes, Dawn came pelting back into the bedroom, arms full of clothes. She looked at her mother and whistled. Dang, Momma. You gave me an eyeful last night, but I forgot how gorgeous you are. Hmmm, she said, riffling through the soft pile of fabric. Oh, look at these, she said, handing out a shimmering scrap of pale blue cloth. In moments Katherine was wearing a pair of silk panties, the waistband riding high on her hips, accenting the slimness of her waist. Before she could protest, her daughter had cozened her into putting on the matching bra. There, doesnt that feel better? her niece asked. She cocked an eye at her cousin. Dawn, take your clothes off, will you? I want to compare you two. Smiling, Dawn skinned out of her shorts and top. Side by side, mother and daughter looked in the mirror. Good grief, came Cindys voice. She looked at the two of them, shaking her head. Dawn might be an inch shorter. But the two of you are so close together you might as well be sisters. Even your boobs are the same size. Theyre not that big, protested Kat. Whatever they are, theyre lovely. Kat, if you let me help you out, youll be beating men off with a stick. Kat glared at her feet and muttered something inaudible. What? She said she doesnt want to beat men off with a stick, Cindy said, her voice soft with sympathy. She turned to her mother. Momma, Cindys right. There is no reason you cant feel good about yourself. Why not be comfortable and look beautiful? Cindys head came to rest near her own, her breath warm in her ear. You dont really have a choice, Aunt Kat. If you dont start wearing these nice clothes my parents bought you, Im going to toss the old ones on a bonfire when you are at work tomorrow. Then what will you do? Moving quickly, Kat picked out a pair of loose beige shorts from Dawns pile of clothes and a light, rose-colored blouse Carol had sent her three years ago. Putting them on, she turned to her judges, asking for their approval. Cindy pursed her lips, a wicked gleam in her eye.
Catch a professional assassin: top priority. Find a failure-to-appear and collect big bucks: top score. How she´ll pull it all off: top secret. Trenton, New Jersey´s favorite used-car dealer, Jimmy Poletti, was caught selling a lot more than used cars out of his dealerships. Now he´s out on bail and has missed his date in court, and bounty hunter Stephanie Plum is looking to bring him in. Leads are quickly turning into dead ends, and all too frequently into dead bodies. Even Joe Morelli, the city´s hottest cop, is struggling to find a clue to the suspected killer´s whereabouts. These are desperate times, and they call for desperate measures. So Stephanie is going to have to do something she really doesn´t want to do: protect former hospital security guard and general pain in her behind Randy Briggs. Briggs was picking up quick cash as Poletti´s bookkeeper and knows all his boss´ dirty secrets. Now Briggs is next on Poletti´s list of people to put six feet under. To top things off, Ranger - resident security expert and Stephanie´s greatest temptation - has been the target of an assassination plot. He´s dodged the bullet this time, but if Ranger wants to survive the next attempt on his life, he´ll have to enlist Stephanie´s help and reveal a bit more of his mysterious past. Death threats, highly trained assassins, highly untrained assassins, and Stark Street being overrun by a pack of feral Chihuahuas are all in a day´s work for Stephanie Plum. The real challenge is dealing with her Grandma Mazur´s wild bucket list. A boob job and getting revenge on Joe Morelli´s Grandma Bella can barely hold a candle to what´s number one on the list - but that´s top secret. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Lorelei King. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/head/000351/bk_head_000351_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Catch a professional assassin: top priority. Find a failure-to-appear and collect big bucks: top score. How she’ll pull it all off: top secret. Trenton, New Jersey’s favorite used-car dealer, Jimmy Poletti, was caught selling a lot more than used cars out of his dealerships. Now he’s out on bail and has missed his date in court, and bounty hunter Stephanie Plum is looking to bring him in. Leads are quickly turning into dead ends, and all too frequently into dead bodies. Even Joe Morelli, the city’s hottest cop, is struggling to find a clue to the suspected killer’s whereabouts. These are desperate times, and they call for desperate measures. So Stephanie is going to have to do something she really doesn’t want to do: protect former hospital security guard and general pain in her behind Randy Briggs. Briggs was picking up quick cash as Poletti’s bookkeeper and knows all his boss’ dirty secrets. Now Briggs is next on Poletti’s list of people to put six feet under. To top things off, Ranger - resident security expert and Stephanie’s greatest temptation - has been the target of an assassination plot. He’s dodged the bullet this time, but if Ranger wants to survive the next attempt on his life, he’ll have to enlist Stephanie’s help and reveal a bit more of his mysterious past. Death threats, highly trained assassins, highly untrained assassins, and Stark Street being overrun by a pack of feral Chihuahuas are all in a day’s work for Stephanie Plum. The real challenge is dealing with her Grandma Mazur’s wild bucket list. A boob job and getting revenge on Joe Morelli’s Grandma Bella can barely hold a candle to what’s number one on the list - but that’s top secret. 1. Language: English. Narrator: Lorelei King. Audio sample: http://samples.audible.de/bk/rand/003852/bk_rand_003852_sample.mp3. Digital audiobook in aax.
Can you go home again? Dalton left a boy and returned a man. Every day, he finds his mother more attractive and desirable. Is she was aware of his lust for her? How long can he resist her temptation? Does he find redemption? Or, do they discover deliverance? When the lines between son and mother, man and woman are crossed, a forbidden love is unleased. The complete and authored four-volume edition ----- Excerpt ----- After I shut the door and turned to her, JoJo held out her arms and asked, Well, what do you think? Beautiful, absolutely stunning, and Johanna smiled because she knew I wasnt speaking about the room or the resort. Perhaps Im biased but to me my illicit love was a pure sexpot and even more so since we became a couple as she finally became confident, proud and sometimes even arrogant of her looks. In her early forties, JoJo seemed more vibrant, sexy and youthful than before she turned forty. The last few years rejuvenated her love and lust for life. Johanna still had long jet-black hair without a single grey in it. She liked to wear it simply with a part in the middle or just a bit off to the side. She allowed it to cascade down to frame her lovely soft feminine face before her mane washed over her shoulders to end mid-way down her back. Her strongest facial features are her vivid ice blue eyes. With her raven locks and soft pink skin, her eyes seem to almost glow. Aware of their power, JoJo used them to her advantage. Once she locked those blue diamonds on you, you are spellbound. Hypnotized, it is impossible to look away. Her other great facial feature was her smile. Botox free, her whole face, and maybe even her whole body, smiles. When she smiled, which nowadays is often, it is a comfortable fun smile that makes you wanna smile with her. The corners of her mouth lift pushing up her cheeks, her eyes open wider and her eyebrows rise. I guess you would describe her face as a blend between heart-shaped and square. I always loved how my mother had a petite chin that somehow seemed separate from her soft jaw, as if attached later. This was because she had a U-shaped line that defined her chin from her smooth jaw. Rising from there were her beautifully kissable lips. Not overly full or plump, they seemed to be perfect for her smile, especially when she shows her shining white teeth; and when JoJo smiles her full fleshy cheeks become even more pronounced. I loved to run my fingers over the delicate skin of her face and delighted how she purrs with pleasure when I do so. Lying, she claimed to be five-five, but was probably closer to five-two or five-three. Her weight hovered in the one thirties. Thankfully, since we became lovers she stopped being so neurotic about it. Although still a little crazy, she knew how much I enjoy and love her body. JoJo grew comfortable with herself and displayed her newfound confidence. Johanna used to have a bizarre attitude toward her breasts. She felt they were too big; that they made her top-heavy. She complained about how she had to get her blouses tailored so the middle didnt pucker open after she buttoned it. She griped about how at the gym she had to work extra hard on her chest muscles to prevent my boobs from sagging. She used to grumble about how she has to rub lotion every night so she doesnt get stretch marks. She liked to joke, When theyre this big theyre not tits, theyre boobs. However, JoJo also knew how much I loved and sometimes am obsessed with her boobs. With this, her attitude changed and she used her boobs and body to her advantage to tease, entrap and ensnare me. If you want me to tell you that Johanna has a 24-inch waist to go along with her 34DD boobs, Im sorry but this is reality. She had a 30ish inch waist that complimented her big bust and full, thick 36 to 38-inch hips. JoJo, my lover, my wife, my life was far from fat or even overweight. She was the definition of Thick. She exercised regularly and it showed in her legs. Her thighs were strong and powerful, thus full and well formed. The same goes to her butt. No one would accuse her being a wide-load or a wide-ass yet she also didnt have a tiny hiney. I thought the skirt she wore was a perfect example. Snug and tightfitting, it molded deliciously to her hips and well-shaped ass before flowing down over her legs to end on her shapely calves, heightened by the towering heels she wore.