You
might be shocked. You might be aroused. Sample these two tales of
forbidden love from Bianca Swan – if you dare!
Her
Brother’s Wife
Alain
and Alina Alastair are a scientific miracle--identical male-female
twins--a biological impossibility. Their lives are destined to be
different. They discover love, lust, and danger lurking in their
future. The secrets at their isolated, island home threaten to
undermine the very foundations of their world—and their lives.
Excerpt
Rory
rushed him, grabbing his shirt, his fist drawn back to strike. The
horses snorted, hooves scrambling on cobbles. Aiden Alastair strode
into the barn hall, assessing the situation at a glance.
“By
all that’s holy,” Aiden shouted, “have you both taken leave of
your senses?”
Rory
freed Alain with a little shove. “I’m rearranging your son’s
pretty face. You’ve said Alain is too pretty for his own good.”
The
old, familiar humiliation and pain twisted in Alain, but he squared
his shoulders, and with blood on his mouth, faced his father.
Rory’s
lips curled in a mocking smile. “I was just trying to help you
out, Lord Alastair.” He gave the title hateful emphasis.
Alastair
crossed his arms, glaring at his son-in-law. “You’re my
daughter’s husband and as such this is your home, but I won’t
tolerate fighting beneath my roof.”
Rory
hung his head, looked down, said nothing. His rigid posture sagged.
Father’s
eyes found Alain. His expression altered from angry to hurt. “I
would have expected more of you. Did you start this?”
Of
course, his father had jumped to the conclusion that Alain was to
blame. He was always ready to believe the worst about him. He could
tune them out, suppress his feelings and stoically endure. But not
this time. Damage, like love and hate, came in degrees. All his
life Alain had suffered at this man’s clumsy hand. He arched an
eyebrow.
Rory’s
gaze lifted to Alain’s face. He gasped, “Don’t.”
“You’ve
always been disappointed in me, Father.” The chill in his voice
bled into his limbs. “But frankly, I don’t give a damn. Never
have. Never will.”
Splotches
of anger dotted Father’s face. “How dare you say that to me?
You’re a damned fine excuse for a son. If I could, I’d pass the
title to Rory.”
The
painful attack knocked the wind out of Alain. To be told he meant
less to his father than another man hurt. He hadn’t believed
Father had the power to break his heart. He collapsed on the wooden
bench beside the bridles and stared at the old oriental carpet he
used for polishing Spirit’s hooves. Suddenly, he hated the wealth
surrounding him.
“Aiden.”
Mother strode down the aisle, seized her husband’s arm and shook
him. “I overheard. How could you be so cruel?”
“It’s
all right, Mother.” Alain climbed to his feet. “It’s no
surprise.”
“No,
it isn’t all right.” Mother glared into Father’s eyes. “You
were angry. You didn’t mean what you said. Tell him, Aiden.”
Alain
unsaddled Prospero, led him into his stall and slid the leather
halter off his beautiful head. Father remained silent as he repeated
the performance with Spirit. The pain hit him like a lightning
strike. His solar plexus blazed into an aching knot. Clutching the
apex of his ribs, he staggered against the door.
Light
from the world outside framed Nye. The old man gazed at Alain as if
he was the only person in the hallway. “Alina.”
At
the sound of her name, the pain twisted tighter and hotter. Agony
folded Alain double. Mother took a step toward him. He waved her
away.
“Hurry,”
Nye said, standing aside as Rory shouldered past.
Mother
dashed behind Rory, Father at her side.
“How
did you know?” Alain asked the servant.
Nye’s
gaze shifted to the floor. “I heard her cries.”
Alain
shook his head. “What were you doing on the third floor? You
weren’t, were you? How did you know?”
“Go
to her. Your sister needs you more than she needs the others.”
The
pain in his lower abdomen slowed Alain, but he caught his parents on
the second landing. A soft footstep sounded behind. He glanced over
his shoulder. The old man followed them up the stairs, worry
pinching his face.
Loud,
piercing screams interspersed a terrifying quiet. Rory jerked the
door open, flung himself into their bedroom. Alina wasn’t on the
bed. A strangled cry launched Rory into action. He strode to the
bathroom, halted in the doorway.
Rory
wrung his hands. “Oh, dear Lord, Alina, honey.”
Alain
slid to a stop, his hands trembling. Rory sank to his knees beside
Alina.
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Legacy
of the Stars
A
brother finds his sister to be the most desirable woman in his life.
Asher and Lily dance around committing the forbidden act while their
need for each other grows. Again and again, they narrowly escape
being caught, but once they have begun their passionate affair, they
can’t stop. When his mother tells Asher a secret about his birth,
he must choose between his legacy and his Lily.
Excerpt
I
smiled, studying her as if she were some long-lost treasure. She
gazed into my eyes. I couldn’t look away. Or simply didn’t want
to—ever.
She
stroked my hair, and a sleepy arousal awakened. I ran both hands
through my hair, elongating my body, teasing her as she teased me
with her flirty gestures. Her gaze drifted over me from my chest down
my body, up my legs to linger on my cock, sculpted in denim.
“Look
at me, Asher. It feels so good when you look at me like that.”
Dangerously seductive, but oh how I loved it and wanted her.
With
a hot gaze, she stripped her t-shirt dress over her head and stood
naked, beautiful for me to worship. Her breasts were high and firm.
From her slender waist, her hips flared in a sexy curve. Her legs
were long and silky. I remembered them locked around me, and my cock
hardened.
Raw
animal magnetism sizzled between us. If we’d wanted to stop, I’m
not sure we could have. Only the sound of the door would halt my
forward advance.
I
held her gaze as I walked slowly toward her. “I’m coming to claim
you.”
When
I arrived, it seemed I’d made the longest but sweetest journey of a
lifetime. I laid my hands on her shoulders but didn’t yet try to
kiss her. There was so much I wanted to say before we made love, but
her tremor of acceptance sent electricity zinging through me. I shed
my t-shirt and jeans, joining her dress in a colorful spill. She ran
her hands beneath her tits and pointed the hard nipples at me. Her
lower lip quivered, but I didn’t sense any reluctance in her
stance or her smile. I looked down at the solid bar of flesh standing
at attention between us. She winked, stepped close, took my erection
in her hand, messaging it gently.
“Are
you happy?” I whispered.
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Thank you for hosting my books today. Bianca
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