FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITTInnocent Clarice tries so hard to be a good girl, but the world is filled with temptations of the flesh, especially when they involve her older, sexy, stepbrother Miles.The summer thei... Read more

FROM NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLING & AWARD-WINNING AUTHOR SELENA KITTInnocent Clarice tries so hard to be a good girl, but the world is filled with temptations of the flesh, especially when they involve her older, sexy, stepbrother Miles.The summer their parents go to Europe proves too much for the pair, who almost give in to the ultimate sin and pay the ultimate price. Clarice doesn't trust herself around Miles and decides to wash herself clean by entering a convent and becoming a nun, assuming a new life and a new name. But the memories of Sister Sarah's sin with her stepbrother won't be washed away so easily... When a crisis of faith drives Clarice to the big city, she finally confesses her lust-filled secret to her ambitious, worldly stepbrother, who she discovers is more than willing to plow her fallow, fertile ground and give her everything she's been dreaming of for years.Together, they know they can't recapture the innocence of Eden, but they just may find a heaven right here on Earth... EXCERPT:Cold water hit my body and I screamed.You bastard! I yelled.Not much of a bikini if it doesn't get wet, he said. With his arms folded beneath his chin, he stared at me from the pool.Maybe I should go away to a nunnery or whatever.And miss all this? He scoffed, pulling himself out of the pool. Water beaded over his muscular chest, running in rivulets down to his navel. And further.He plopped onto my chaise lounge.Be careful, I snapped, closing my book.He shook his head like a dog, sending more water onto me.Stop it! I said, not sure if I meant it or if I was kidding.Make me.Only then did I notice his hand on my stomach.What are you doing? Don't. I tried to keep my voice even. He may have worked in an office and stared at a computer screen for hours on end, but his rough hands energized me. In another life, I could see him working on a chain gang breaking rocks, his body all sweaty from the noonday sun. Paying for his sins.Penny for your thoughts, he said.I said stop. You deaf?So stop me.By this time his hand edged to the fabric on my bikini top. I saw the look in his eyes. Ravenous, hungry, lust-drunk. My chest heaved while he teased the top.I don't think that's wise. Besides, you're my brother.Steprbrother, actually. Not related.But it's still a sin, I objected, trying to catch my breath, with him so close. I bet if I ask Father Walsh--His kissed me before I could finish. Not a brotherly kiss, either. This kiss was all-encompassing, deep and hard. His tongue stroked the roof of my mouth, his hand moving over my ribs, and I felt tingly all over at his touch. I'd never had a tongue in my mouth before and didn't have any idea what to do, but Miles did. His mouth slanted against mine, teaching me, opening me him. Tell Father Walsh what, now? His breath was hot as he murmured this against my wet, parted lips. I gave a little whimper, my whole body singing. Oh God, I whispered. This is so wrong.But it feels so right. He grabbed one of my hands and thrust it against his swim trunks, rubbing it there. I felt his throbbing erection, and it scared me. It also excited me, beyond all reason. I didn't know what to do, but when my hand closed over it through the material, Miles gave a little groan. That excited me, too. We shouldn't, I gasped, but he kissed me again. This kiss was deeper still, his mouth drawing my tongue into his mouth, a gentle suck. Every time he did that, I felt an aching throb between my thighs. Then one of his fingers hooked my bikini top and started to pull it down.You can't, I panted, breaking our kiss. I looked into his eyes, seeing the lust there. Oh, this was so wrong, so very wrong. But I wanted him. Every part of me wanted him. You want me to, he said, his gaze moving down to my chest, speaking the words I knew were the truth. Don't be a liar.Yes, I confessed with a little cry. But it's wrong. Less