Back to the Garden - Revised Author:Selena Kitt Discover the delicious lure of a taboo 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 stepmother has struggled to keep them afloat, and he does what h... more »e 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 stepmother 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 stepfather, 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 stepson, 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 stepfather, 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 stepfather, what will her punishment and repentance be?
"I'm sorry about this morning," she whispered, looking down at the dark line of hair that started at his belly button and trailed down under the elastic band of his boxers. She grazed it lightly with her fingertip and found herself thinking about what lay beneath the navy blue material.
He shrugged. "I should have closed the door."
"Why didn't you?" She closed her eyes as his fingers moved lightly over her collarbone.
He swallowed. "I don't know. I guess I forgot."
Leila was trying hard to just keep breathing, to ignore the sweet sensation of his fingers on her skin, how it made her nipples tingle and harden. She didn't want to admit, even to herself, that she was getting wet, the gentle pulse between her legs turning into a throb.
"I didn't mean to interrupt," she murmured, teasing the waistband of his boxers with her fingertip. "It looked like you were...pretty close to finishing."
He cleared his throat, shifting his weight. "Yeah."
"Did you?" she asked after a moment, seeing what she was sure was a slow rise under his boxers as he shifted again.
"Mom..." he breathed as she snuggled a little closer, pressing her full breasts into his side.
"Did you come?" she whispered, seeing a definite tenting in his shorts now.
He swallowed and whispered, "Yeah."
"Good," she purred, feeling his hand slipping a little lower in her blouse. She knew she should stop him, stop herself, but she didn't seem to be able to. "I'm glad I didn't spoil it for you."
"You didn't," he assured her, moving his hips slightly, like he was trying to get comfortable.
"I haven't seen you naked since you were a little boy." He gasped when she slid one finger under the elastic waistband, tugging it up and letting it snap back. "It was kind of a shock."
"Yeah," he agreed, his voice lower, his breath warm and his lips almost touching her ear. "For me too."
Slowly, she let her whole hand move underneath his shorts, reaching toward heaven or hell...« less