Discover the deliciously taboo lure of an incestuous siren call with four stories bundled into a wickedly hot anthology that’s determined to keep it all in the family!

When Patrick's father went off to war in 1944, he told his eighteen-year-old son, You’re the “Man of the House” now. Patrick’s mother has struggled to keep them afloat, and he does what he can to help. He knows she’s tired, sad and very lonely, but when circumstance brings a young woman into their lives for a brief time, it alters everything between he and his mother forever. Will Patrick become the real “man of the house” before his father returns from the war?

In “The Garden of Eden,” Libby has lived her whole life with her father, Ed, in a nudist colony. It’s a very open, natural life, and they’ve never had an issue--until Libby’s mother, Kim, re-enters their lives. Kim is appalled by their living and sleeping arrangements and wants to take Libby away from the nudist life. Libby, still devastated by her mother’s abandonment, wants to have nothing to do with the shopping trips and material things her mother is offering, but the longer Kim stays, the more everything --everything--becomes a greater temptation.

In “Lassoing the Moon,” Leila knows she’s always been closer to her son, Rich, than most mothers, since Rich’s father left when he was just a baby. He’s been the man in her life forever--but now he’s really a man, and his coming-of-age is a test for both of them.

In “Lost Souls,” eighteen-year-old Lily, raised by her fundamentalist preacher father, Adam, isn’t allowed to date or do anything against church “law.” Asked to the Halloween dance by a boy she really likes, Lily defies Adam. But when they are caught in a compromising position by her father, what will her punishment and repentance be?

Warnings: This title contains graphic language and sex as well as mother-son and father-daughter incest.

Word Count: 38,107

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EXCERPT:

From “Lassoing the Moon”

She was going to hell. There was no getting around it-do not pass go, do not collect $200, she was going straight to hell without any little orange “Get out of hell free” card.

“Your turn.”

Leila rolled the dice, moved her little shoe, and bought Baltic Avenue for a song. She could start putting houses on it now, since she owned Mediterranean as well. But she wasn’t thinking about Monopoly. She couldn’t think about anything, watching her twenty-year-old son home from college, sitting out in the living room in his boxers watching The Ultimate Fighting Championships on ESPN.

She was so going to hell.

“Ha! You owe me!”

Leila glanced up at her niece, startled, and forked over the money. Small price to pay for a little bit of freedom. If she just kept rolling the dice, moving around the board, no one would notice that she was watching him out of the corner of her eye, looking at the tight, ridged muscles in his stomach, the dark line of hair that disappeared below his boxers, dreaming about the hard cock she had accidentally caught him stroking in the bathroom that morning…

“Don’t you want to put hotels on!?” Chloe nudged her aunt under the table, making a face. “You’re not paying attention!”

Damn. Caught. Leila bought four houses, arranging the green plastic pieces on the board, glancing at the clock. Her sister should be back soon to pick up Chloe, anyway. There was no way they were going to finish this game.

Rich was making fake punches in his seat, watching the fight. “Oh, man, he opened himself up for the leg sweep!”

“Boardwalk!” Chloe squealed, bouncing in her seat and waving an orange five-hundred dollar bill. “Gimme, gimme!”

Leila, as banker, gave over the property and herself a hundred dollar in change.

“Dude!” Rich yelled, jumped up in his seat. “Fucking choked him out!”

“Rich!” Leila warned, nodding her dark head toward Chloe.

“Whoops,” he said, walking toward the kitchen table. “Sorry, punk.” He ruffled Chloe’s hair as he went by, heading for the refrigerator. “Nothing you haven’t heard before, right?”

“Not the point,” Leila said, watching him standing in front of the open door, the light casting a glow over his strong jaw. Sometimes, like now, he looked so much like his father that it made her heart hurt…