FORBIDDEN
FRUIT BLURB
Leah and Erica have
been best friends and have gone to the same Catholic school since just about
forever. Leah spends so much time with the Nolans--just Erica and her handsome
father now, since Erica's mother died--that she's practically part of the
family. When the girls find something naughty under Mr. Nolan's bed, their
strict, repressive upbringing makes it all the more exciting as they begin
their sexual experimentation. Leah's exploration presses deeper, and eventually
she finds herself in love for the first time, torn between her best friend and
her best friend's father.
NOTE TO READERS: This story appeared in another,
now rather infamous book of mine (UNDER MR. NOLAN'S BED). This tale, previously
titled Plaid Skirt Confessions, is a slightly less naughty, but no less sexy
re-telling of those events--updated and redressed for your reading pleasure
with an ending that may leave you a little more satisfied.
Warnings: This title contains erotic situations,
lesbian sex, sex toys, and also makes mention of pornography, salmon, amusement
parks, chocolate covered strawberries, brownies (as well as girl scouts), plaid
skirts, naughty uses for confessionals and some sacrilegious humor.
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EXCERPT
“Did she go home?” I
whispered, conscious of Erica sleeping in the other room.
He swallowed and
shook his head. His eyes were pleading with me, trying to tell me something,
but I couldn’t understand. “No. She’s sleeping in my bed.”
“Why?” I felt tears
stinging my eyes and I willed them not to fall. “What did I do?”
He sighed, closing
his eyes and running a hand through his hair. “Oh Leah. Nothing. Everything. I
don’t know.”
“Do you really like
her?” I whispered, blinking fast and taking a step toward him. He didn’t move
back, and we were almost belly to belly. “Is she…is she what you want?”
He opened his eyes
and looked down at me, arms hanging at his sides, head down. He looked
defeated. “No.”
“Then why?” I hissed,
shoving at his chest with the flat of my palm. “You asked her out again! You
cooked her dinner! You slept with her! Why?”
“I don’t know!” He
shook his head. “Why did you do what you did? Putting the magazines and videos
on my bed? Was it supposed to scare her off?”
I sighed, crossing my
arms. “That was Erica’s idea, not mine.“Erica?” He frowned.
I shrugged, acting
like I didn’t care if he believed me. “This isn’t fair.”
“No,” he admitted,
moving forward a little, lifting my chin. “It’s really not.”
“I just want to know
why.” I met his eyes. I felt my chin quivering in his hand and tried to stop
it, but I couldn’t. “Please just tell me why.”
“You want to know
why?” His eyes flashed in the dimness, moving over my face. “Fine, I’ll tell
you why. For the same reason I was sitting here at one in the morning, waiting
for you.”
I stared up at him,
eyes wide.
He shook his head,
looking pained. “I can’t stop thinking about you, Leah. Everywhere I go,
everything I do, there you are. I can’t get you out of my head.”
My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.
My throat and chest tightened at his words and I nodded. I knew exactly how he felt.
“I thought…” He
swallowed, his hand moving down my neck, over my shoulder, his gaze following
the curve there. “I thought that if I moved on, I could stop this crazy
thinking. This feeling I have for you…”
“What feeling?” I
pressed against him. “Tell me.”
“Leah…” He whispered
my name, using his thumb to rub over my lips. “I took her to bed tonight, yes,
I did. I f**ked her senseless, until I couldn’t see straight—” His words shot
arrows into my heart and I felt the sting of them in my chest. “And every time
I closed my eyes, I saw your face.” He pressed me back toward the counter with
the weight of his body. “It wasn’t her I was touching or kissing or f**king—it
was you, Leah. Every minute I was with her, I was wishing it was you.”
“Oh god.” I reached
up and put my arms around his neck and pulled his mouth down to mine.
It was like sinking
into something dark and warm and soft, the safest place I’d ever been.
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Selena Kitt is a bestselling and award-winning
author of erotic romance fiction and erotica. OVER A MILLION BOOKS SOLD! Her
writing embodies everything from the spicy to the scandalous.
When she's not pawing away at her keyboard, Selena
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male romance, Second Chance, won the Epic Award in Erotica in 2011. Her FREE
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