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Nelly O’Malley is heading home for Thanksgiving. As the only unmarried child, she is facing a lot of pressure to get married and start producing grandchildren. She’d told her family she was bringing her boyfriend, but they’ve broken up by the time Thanksgiving rolls around.

Jack O’Dell is a widower who has been concentrating on his business after losing his family years earlier.

When Nelly’s car crashes on the slick roads, Jack rescues her and drives her to the family home. She persuades him to join them for Thanksgiving dinner as a thank-you, not realizing her family will mistakenly believe he is the boyfriend they’ve been told about, and they love him. Luckily, Jack agrees to play along and the heat rises between them.

But when she finds out that the car accident was no accident, she has to discover if Jack was her savior or trying to kill her.

Here’s the story excerpt from “No Place Like Home”


She remembered that day as if it were yesterday. She’d set up a picnic down by the lake and invited them to join her. She might have implied that Annie was coming, too, but it was just her and them. She had everything ready for seduction. A beautiful and private location. Good food and good wine, wine that she’d swiped from her father’s wine cellar that morning. And she’d dressed for seduction, wearing a tight white tank with no bra underneath, and some low-rise cutoff shorts. Her hair was under control and she had, very subtly, applied enough makeup to make her green eyes look enormous and her lips red and inviting.

When they arrived, they were surprised that it was just the three of them, but they stayed and dug into the food and they laughed and talked and had a great time. But no romance. They didn’t even seem to notice the fact that her nipples were hard points and poking through the thin fabric.

And then the sun was going down and she knew that this might be her last chance, so she got up on her knees and leaned into the nearest twin, Jackson, and kissed him full on the lips. Then she turned and kissed Markus. Not giving herself a chance to think, she grabbed Jackson’s right hand and Markus’s left hand and placed them on her breasts. “Make love to me.” It came out as more of a plea than a demand.

It seemed like forever, but was probably only second, no one moved. Then she felt the hands on her breasts tighten, massaging. Jackson leaned in to kiss her while Markus lowered his head and pushed up her top so he could take her nipple into his mouth. She felt herself being pushed backward, Markus pushing Jackson aside to claim her mouth while Jackson moved to her breasts.

And then they stopped, pulling back, leaving her lying there with her breasts exposed. She lay there for a second. She could see from the bulges in their pants that they were aroused, but from their determined expressions, she knew things weren’t going any further. She scooted backward, pulling her top down, feeling her face going as red as her hair.

“Look, little girl,” began Jackson.

“I’m not a little girl.”

“You are a girl. Come back when you are a woman. You have no idea what you were starting. Have you ever even been with a man before?” His eyes narrowed. “And don’t lie to us.”

“No, you would be my first. And I know what I want, and I want you both. I have been waiting for you, and now I’m eighteen, and I want to be with you.”

“You know nothing.” Markus looked like he was in pain, but his face was set. “You have no idea what you are asking for.”

“I do. You two share woman. I’ve heard the rumors for years. I want both of you. I love both of you. I know what’s involved. I’m an adult.”

“Run along home now, before I put you over my knee and paddle your ass.” Jackson was trying to sound all dark and intimidating, but Cassie found it sent a shiver of excitement through her. She remembered the Violet book. Violet got spanked by her lovers and enjoyed it. A spark flared in her eye. She could have sworn there was an answering spark in Jackson’s eye.

“Go ahead, spank me. If you are man enough,” she taunted, half turning and presenting her ass to the brothers and wiggling it. “I dare you.” She grabbed Jackson’s hand and placed it on her ass. He pulled his hand away so quickly as if her ass was on fire. “Do it. Spank me.” She turned her head to look at Markus. “You can spank me next.”

The brothers looked at each other. “Come back to us when you are a woman and know the score and not a girl playing games.” And with that, they were gone, and she was alone, and the tears came. She wept for her lost loves and the end of her childhood and her broken heart. She loved them unreservedly, and they had rejected her. As the sun set, her heart and resolve hardened. She would leave Hope and forget about them. She would love and be loved, and they’d come to regret breaking her heart. And she would never let herself be that vulnerable again.