Roy Lee McCoy is desperate to leave the dying town of Deer Creek, Alabama and find
his mother, who abandoned him when he was a teenager, leaving him with his alcoholic
father. When he stops by his aunt's hair salon on his way out of town, he finds that
his sexy Aunt Eileen wants to leave town just as badly as he does, terrified of her
And Aunt Eileen will do anything to convince Roy Lee to take him with her.
Anything at all...
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“Please,” she said, hating the way her voice sounded, thin and desperate. “I
won't be any trouble. I can help drive. I can cook for you when you get your own
place.” She stepped forward again until he was trapped against the counter, her body
pressing into him, her trim waist nestled against his thighs. Unable to believe what
she was saying, she stated, “I'll do anything you want.” Remembering his reaction
to her cleavage, her hand dropped to his groin, cradling him. With a surge of pride
she found that he was erect, his hot hardness throbbing against her palm.
“Anything,” she whispered, a jolt of unexpected lust making her ache.
Against the odds, Roy Lee McCoy and Eileen Harris have been reunited with Jillian,
Roy Lee's mother and Eileen's sister. As the three of them work to merge back into
a family, new pressures threaten to shatter their hard-won freedom.
How will Jillian react when she discovers that her son and her sister are lovers?
Will their love be able to survive the strain? Or will the siren song of Promise
create a greater whole?
And an old enemy is also searching for them: Eileen's husband, a thuggish brute who
thrives on pain. When he appears, will they be able to stand against him? Or will
the three of them fall victim to senseless malice? Find out, as our three lovers
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In her bedroom, she stared at her reflection, and wondered for the thousandth
time if she was doing the right thing.
“Enough, Jilly,” she whispered to the image in the mirror. “Seduce your son,
or don't. But stop dithering. Choose.” She closed her eyes, then opened them.
“He is my son. And I want him.”
The wispy negligee was about three ounces of green fog, and it clung, gauzelike,
to her hips and breasts as she walked into the living room. She strode slowly, maximizing
her impact, smiling inwardly as Roy Lee's gaze caught her and his eyes widened. She
posed in front of the fireplace, knowing full well the light from behind threw her
silhouette into stark relief, outlining her legs, hips, and breasts. Her body warmed
under his glance as he squirmed awkwardly. She knew instinctively how she was affecting
him, and her cheeks warmed as she imagined his magnificent shaft hardening in his
pants, preparing itself for her.