Sweetest Taboo
In this
irresistible Stark International Novel, J. Kenner ups the ante on Dirtiest
Secret and Hottest Mess, proving once again with the S.I.N. series that she
“may very well have cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant
antiheroes and the women who swoon for them” (RT Book Reviews).
All
eyes are on us . . . and there’s nowhere to run.
Everyone has their
own ideas about Dallas Sykes: He’s a reckless billionaire, a devilish playboy,
a man who gets whatever he wants the minute he wants it. But I know the real
Dallas behind the money, bravado, and power—and he’s completely, blissfully
mine.
We carefully
guarded our secrets, and in each other’s arms we sought refuge from our dark
past. Our pain became our pleasure, our control within the chaos. But we could
only hide from the truth for so long.
Now we’ve let loose
our inhibitions and are ready to face the future. And no matter what people
think or say, coming clean is its own sweet reward.
Sweetest Taboo is intended for mature audiences.
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Excerpt
“There are so many things to say. Important
things. Essential things.”
“Jane—”
“But not now. I don’t want to talk about any
of it right now.”
Hope warred with fear inside him.
“I just want—oh, please, Dallas. I don’t want
to talk. Right now, I just want you to kiss me.”
And that was it—that was the moment she broke
him. He felt himself shatter, the fear that had hardened inside him like glass
breaking into a million tiny pieces. He reached for her, then cupped her head
and closed his mouth gently over hers.
Immediately, he became drunk on the taste of
her, aroused by the feel of her.
He wanted to crush her body against his, to
feel her heat, her heart. He wanted to bruise her mouth with his kisses and close
his hands tight around her arms. He’d come so damn close to losing her, and he
couldn’t stand the thought of ever letting her go.
But he didn’t—he couldn’t. She was too
fragile, and the possibility that he might hurt her—more, again—ate at him. So
instead, he littered soft kisses on her face, her neck. He stroked her. Touched
her. Hell, he worshipped her.
“Dallas?” Tentatively, her fingers brushed
his face.
He blinked and focused on a space over her
shoulder, knowing that he’d come completely undone if he looked into her eyes.
“I thought I’d lost you. First, when you walked out. And then—and then—”
The words caught in his throat, too horrible
to even voice. “Christ, Jane. I can’t lose you.”
Gently, her fingertip stroked his lower lip.
Even more gently, she took his chin and forced him to look at her. “I’m right
here.”
“And thank God for that.”
Their eyes met and held, and for a moment
there was no time, no space, no world that judged them. There was just them.
Then she lunged, her mouth closing over his
with such firm finality that it both broke the moment and had him laughing.
“This is how I want you,” she said, and he answered her silently but
enthusiastically, pulling her hard against him, slamming his mouth against
hers. Taking. Consuming. Until he was nothing but heat and need, an ache
building in him that he couldn’t quench no matter how tight he held her, how
hard he kissed her.
He was lost in her, drowning in the
sensuality of her fingernails digging into his back. Of her teeth claiming his
lips. Of the way her pelvis ground hard against his erection.
With a low, needful groan, he slid his hands
down and grabbed her hips, craving an even closer contact. He tightened his
grip, pulled her toward him, then immediately released her and stepped back when
she released a soft, sharp, “Oh!”
“Jane?”
She stood before him, breathing hard. “I’m
sorry, I’m sorry.”
He frowned. “I hurt you.”
“No. No, I’m fine.” She shook her head, but
he knew better. “Dallas, please. I don’t want—”
“What?”
“Distance.” She dragged her teeth over her
lower lip as if she was unsure about how he felt.
“Oh, baby. No. Never.” He held out his hand.
“Come here.”
She cocked her head, then narrowed her eyes.
“Where?”
“Do you trust me?”
“Yes.”
The speed of her reply sang in his heart.
“Then let me take care of you.”
The corner of her mouth twitched. “If you’re
thinking about putting me to bed, you can just stop that nonsense right now.
I’ve been in a hospital for almost two days. Between boredom and sedatives, I’m
all caught up on my sleep.”
“I promise, sleep is the last thing on my
mind.”
That was a little bit of a lie. She’d
protest, he knew, but she needed more sleep. Good sleep, not with nurses
popping in and out and a sterile bed with the scent of hospital disinfectant
permeating the room.
She’d sleep, all right. But he intended to
make sure she was ready for it. That she would drift under, safe and warm and
content in his arms.
Gently, he drew her into the bathroom, her
favorite room in the apartment. The previous owners had knocked out a wall,
turned the small second bedroom into a closet, and used part of that space to
make room for a steam shower and an oversize whirlpool tub. The day they’d
moved in, Jane had told him this bathroom was a little slice of heaven.
He turned the water on, cranking up the heat
the way he knew she liked it, then he stood her on the dense, white rug that
filled most of the space.
“Are you tending me?” Her voice was as
teasing as her expression, and it was all he could do not to gather her close
and sigh with contentment. Yes, he knew she was still aching and sore. No, they
didn’t know who her attacker was. Yes, her birth father was locked in a cell,
and Dallas was the one keeping him there.
But none of that mattered. Not then. All he
cared about—all he could hold in his head—was Jane. That she was alive. That
she was his.
That she’d come back to him.
“Damn right I’m tending you. Now put your
hands up,” he added with mock sternness.
She complied, and he peeled off her scrub
top, delighted to find that she wore nothing beneath it. Her breasts were
perfect, round and firm, and as he watched, her nipples tightened and her
areolae puckered. He wanted to roll her nipples between his fingers. He wanted
to taste her breasts and feel her arch back and moan, her tits hard and hot in
his hands as he licked and sucked, taking her so far that she came in his arms
simply from the pressure of the desire building between her legs.
Not now. Not yet.
Instead, he met her eyes. Then he lowered his
gaze to her chest, watching it rise and fall as her desire heightened to match
his. Her pulse quickened in her throat, another spot that he wanted to lick and
tease.
Slowly, he reached for the drawstring of her
pants. His fingers brushed her abdomen as he did, the touch so light it was
almost negligible. It was enough, though, and he felt the shock of that
connection all the way down to his cock. He was rock hard and straining against
his jeans. And when her pants slid over her hips to the floor—when she stood
before him completely naked—he had to fight the battle of his life not to step
forward, slide his hand between her thighs, and feel the creamy heat of her
arousal.
Instead, he simply stood and stared and
wanted, his gaze caressing her. Reviewing every curve, every nuance. He knew
her body as well as he knew his own, and the bruises he saw on her thighs and
hips started a slow burn inside him.
He was going to kill
whoever did this. No doubt. No question.
Kim 5 Star Review
This is the conclusion to Dallas and Jane’s story but it so
much more to J. Kenner’s readers. I’ve
spent many hours reading their story and getting to know Dallas and Jane. They aren’t your average trust fund kids,
they are so much more.
I was given this book in exchange for an honest review and J
Kenner out did herself this time. Dallas
and Jane have been through a lot over the years and throughout it all they have
become stronger individuals even though they may not see it that way. What they
had to overcome and how they helped each other is a testimony to their love for
one another. Yes, they aren’t supposed
to fall in love but since they are only sibling in name and the fact that they
had a non-sibling like connection from the day they met they have endured a lot
just to be together.
One things about Dallas and Jane is that their connection is
so strong that no one can break it. It’s
so explosive and intense that you can but feel it when you’re reading. You feel that they were truly meant to be
together. Jane comes off as a much
stronger woman in this book as she knows that not only her life but Dallas’s
life could be endangered and this time she’s not going to go down without a
fight. We get to see Dallas in his
glorious Alpha dominant male style but it’s when he feels helpless to protect
Jane from their past he shows the crack in his shield. One thing about Dallas is that he may feel
helpless but he will do his best and beyond to protect Jane.
J. Kenner wrapped up this series with a bang. She kept me on
the edge of my seat with anticipation as to what was coming next. I had my suspicions on what was coming next
but she kept me guessing until the very end. I couldn’t put the book down as I
had to find out if my assumptions were correct.
J. Kenner didn’t disappointment me and ended this series perfectly. This book and the entire series is hot,
steamy and sexy with just a little bit of taboo that will leave you fanning
yourself at the same time you’ll be falling in love with Dallas and Jane.
DIRTIEST SECRET
From the New York Times bestselling author of such “racy, sizzling Stark novels” (RT Book Reviews) as Release Me and Say My Name comes the provocative first Stark International Novel—the beginning of the S.I.N. series.
It was wrong for us to be together, but it was even harder to be apart.
The memory of Dallas Sykes burns inside of me.
Everyone knows him as a notorious playboy, a man for whom women and money are no object. But to me, he’s still the one man I desperately crave—yet the one I can never have.
Dallas knows me better than anyone else. We bear the same scars, the same darkness in our past. I thought I could move on by staying away, but now that we’re drawn together once more, I can’t fight the force of our attraction or the temptation to make him mine.
We’ve tried to maintain control, not letting ourselves give in to desire. And for so long we’ve told ourselves no—but now it’s finally time to say yes.
Dirtiest Secret is intended for mature audiences.
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Hottest
Mess
The S.I.N. series continues with the seductive follow-up to the Stark International Novel Dirtiest Secret, from the New York Times bestselling author of “red-hot and angsty” fiction that “keeps readers guessing” (Publishers Weekly, on Under My Skin).
No one can know about our love—and hiding only makes it hotter.
Dallas Sykes has a reputation. He is known for his parties, his money, and the countless women on his arm. Yet the Dallas I know is a different man—darker, smarter, and unbearably sexy. Just one look from him can leave me breathless; the anticipation of his touch can make me lose control.
Inextricably bound by our past, we keep each other’s secrets. And while there are people who have the power to hurt us, it’s the truth that threatens us most of all.
Dallas can be mine only behind closed doors, our passion as searing as it is forbidden. Yet nothing in this world has ever felt so desperately, deliciously right.
Hottest Mess is intended for mature audiences.
About the Author
J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today,
Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author
of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of
genres.
Though known primarily for her award-winning and international
bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most Wanted series) that
have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller list, JK has been
writing full time for over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal
and contemporary romance, “chicklit” suspense, urban fantasy, and
paranormal mommy lit.
JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a
“flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations” and by RT Bookclub for
having “cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the
women who swoon for them.” A five time finalist for Romance Writers of
America’s prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in
the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her
Stark Trilogy). Her Demon Hunting Soccer Mom series (as Julie Kenner) is
currently in development with AwesomenessTV/Awestruck.
Her books have sold over three million copies and are published in
over twenty languages.
In her previous career as an attorney, JK worked as a clerk on the
Fifth Circuit Court of Appeals, and practiced primarily civil, entertainment
and First Amendment litigation in Los Angeles and Irvine, California, as well
as in Austin, Texas. She currently lives in Central Texas, with her
husband, two daughters, and two rather spastic cats.
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