Tiffany Burrows is desperate for a relaxing getaway to get a break from work. When her stepmom offers a few days at the family Canadian cottage, she takes it in a heartbeat. But her dream turns into tense reality when she discovers her sexy, estranged stepbrother under the same roof, and worse: stranded due to a nasty snowstorm.
Travel journalist Santiago Cruz never expected Tiffany to show up during his stay in Lake Louise. Years ago, her reckless behavior stripped him of the family he could have had and he’s never forgiven her. He’s also never forgiven himself for the inconvenient fantasies including his sexy stepsister.
The forced proximity makes them own up to their mistakes and emotions, while starting a rendezvous hot enough to melt the coldest winter…
*Full Disclosure: this novella was first published as part of the Seven Sins anthology (under the title “Accidentally Sinful”). Since then it’s been edited, re-branded and it’s even hotter 🙂
This is the latest of Carmen’s forbidden relationships. An interesting and fun take on what shouldn’t be but somehow is.
Imagine thinking you’re going to be alone in your parents gorgeous cabin in the middle of nowhere only to find you aren’t alone. Your stepbrother is also there. Both of you requested the parent you asked to keep your staying there a secret. Thus you end up together.
Now ordinarily this wouldn’t be problem, but with Tiffany and Santiago this is definitely not the case. Tiffany was driving the car that went out of control and killed his fiancé and unborn child.
Her guilt and his pain combine to make this situation awkward at the very least. However, they both have big secrets, not the least of which is the lust they have felt for each other since their parents introduced them.
This one heats up pretty quick, with a blizzard raging outside and when she backs away from more it just gets more interesting.
This is a scene I really loved.
A “meow” made him turn his face to the left. A skinny black cat with green eyes curled against the magazine rack. A cat? He’d been at the cottage for a couple of days and never spotted any pets in the vicinity. Alan would certainly have told him.
“Excuse me,” she said, rushing from the kitchen with a couple towels in hand. Tiffany leaned down and started to wipe the snow from the feline’s paws. The cat made a purring sound, and with a different towel she wrapped him, and held him on her lap like a newborn baby.
Of course she was at the bottom of it. “Did you open the door to rescue the cat?”
“Yes. I took a quick shower, then came to the living room and heard her whimpering. I wonder how many days she’s been roaming. Look how skinny she is,” she said, then kissed the top of the cat’s head.
A few candles lightened the living area, and they probably had been her doing too. He suppressed a smile, and gently rubbed his lips against the animal’s fur. The touch brief, yet filled with caring.
His heart squeezed. The only time he’d kissed her skin before tonight had been during a Christmas celebration. Not like he had planned on it, but before he could jerk away, her lips softly touched his cheek. How would her mouth feel against his own? Shaking his head, he willed the memory away. He cleared his thick, dry throat. “You can’t be opening the door in this weather, Tiffany. You have to be careful. Haven’t you looked out the window?” he said, even though just the sound of the angry wind smacking against the window should have been enough to change her mind.
Tiffany lifted her chin, and her gaze locked on his. The fire in her pretty eyes rivaled the candles. “I sure did. And I wasn’t about to let this defenseless poor animal die.”
He rubbed the back of his neck. She had a point. “How do you know it’s a she, and not a he?”
She petted the cat’s head, and then it purred in response. “Because I volunteer at a cat shelter. I can tell the difference.”
“Do you have any cats?” he said, remembering the black and white cocker spaniel who was already a treasured family member when his mother married Alan.
Sadness flickered in her eyes. “No. I love animals, but it sucks saying good-bye to them,” she said, her voice above a whisper.
Saying good-bye when she left the shelter to go home? Or did she mean something else? He leaned forward, as if to hear her better. “I’m sorry about Buster. My mother told me.”
“I know. I went to work, came back and he lay on the floor. He lived for twelve good years, so I guess he had it coming.”
He curled and uncurled his fingers. He had to fight the need to envelop her in a warm embrace. Especially after what just happened. Their gazes met, and passion stirred deep inside him. Blood thrummed in his veins. She must have felt it, too. She parted her lips, as if she meant to speak, then stepped back. The spark faded in her eyes. “Okay. Just keep the cat out of my way,” he said gruffly. Truly, he wanted her out of his way, but since that couldn’t be the case until the next day, he would settle for the cat. Because he couldn’t be jealous of a fucking fur ball. Could he? No. He snorted. That would be beyond ridiculous.
Carmen Falcone. Forbidden Stepbrother (Kindle Locations 390-417). Kindle Edition.
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Carmen Falcone learned at an early age that fantasizing about fictional characters beat doing math homework any day. Brazilian by birth and traveler by nature, she moved to Central Texas after college and met her broody Swiss husband–living proof that opposites attract.
She found in writing her deepest passion and the best excuse to avoid the healthy lifestyle everyone keeps talking about. When she’s not lost in the world of romance, she enjoys spending time with her two kids, being walked by her three crazy pugs, reading, catching up with friends, and chatting with random people in the checkout line.
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