Three Sinful Wishes



When Dani, Bailey and Kaya get together for an unusual girls night, they wish on a shower of falling stars and soon find their most erotic dreams coming true.

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 In Sinful Desires, magic is in the air when a mysterious stranger and one wild night of passion help Dani Harris admit her feelings for her longtime friend Liam, who has been in love with her for years.
Sinful Sensations follows the story of Bailey Wagner, who intends to stick to her five-year plan while she waits for Mr. Right. But when her sexy new boss convinces her to let loose with him–and a few of his friends–what begins as a kinky work break turns out to be a dream come true.
Fortune-teller by day and waitress by night, Kaya Honahni is too busy running from the expectations of her traditional Hopi family to search for romance, but in Sinful Pleasures, it finds her–times two. Despite her best efforts, Kaya can’t deny her attraction to Jace, or to his secretive best friend. And considering the way they respond to her, she won’t have to…


If she’s honest, every woman will admit she’s had at least one moment when she realized she might have made a hasty decision regarding a man. Either she picked the wrong one because he appeared magnetic and exciting, quickly learning she’d made a dangerous mistake . . . or she became the sexless buddy of the guy she later discovered had all the makings of Mr. Right.

In her case, Dani was two for two.

Only she hadn’t figured out her second miscalculation until early that morning. In the shower. With the disappearing spider.

When she first saw it she was too shocked to react. It was huge. Beautiful. Not a word she would normally associate with a spider, but this wasn’t like any other she’d ever seen. The designs on its body were geometrically perfect. White and blue angled lines formed a maze, a labyrinth that was so hypnotic, so stunning, that for a moment she wished she had a camera.

The next moment she remembered why she didn’t. Because she was in the shower. Unarmed. Naked. And that beautiful spider could be poisonous.

She’d like to think any other woman in her situation would have screamed as loudly as she did then, but she had her doubts.

She barely registered the sound of stomping feet up the stairs, the slam of the bathroom door as it bounced off the wall. When your life was in arachnid-induced jeopardy, everything else seemed unimportant.

Her coral-colored shower curtain was ripped open so ferociously it tore, leaving a large chunk of its vinyl body dangling from the fist of her savior.

“Spider!” Dani closed her eyes and pointed, not needing to look to know who’d come barreling in. Her roommate Liam. Her best friend. And right now her only chance of not dying a painful, ridiculous shower death that she would be embarrassed to talk about at dinner parties.

A thickly muscled arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her out of the tub and against him as he ducked his head inside the stall to face her attacker.

Dani’s eyes were squeezed tight as she waited for the sounds of the inevitable battle. But there were none. A minute passed. Another. The cooler air from the open doorway made her shiver.


She heard the strange note in his voice and felt like an idiot. A stereotypical female idiot. She just hadn’t been expecting it. It was so . . . large. Hairy.

The spider. She was talking about the spider. Not the body pressed against hers.

“Is it gone? Did you kill it?” “I don’t know. Do you still see it?” Dani’s brow furrowed and she opened her eyes. The spider, the one that had been impossible to miss, that was the size of her old dog Bitsy, was gone. “What do you mean, do I still see it? Of course I don’t. It’s gone. Where did it go?”

She looked up at Liam and felt her breath catch. Several sensations registered at once. He smelled like heated, spicy man and coffee. She inhaled deeply. She couldn’t help herself. Had he always smelled this good?

His blond waves were tousled, just-rolled-out-of-bed tousled. Heavy-lidded eyes and a jaw shadowed with stubble confirmed her theory that he hadn’t been up long. It was criminally unfair that the man could look so good this early in the morning.

Her nipples hardened, with cold or awareness, poking into his side. His shirtless, warm-skinned side. He was wearing half- buttoned jeans and nothing else. And she—she bit the inside of her cheek as her body instinctively shuddered, feeling the rasp of denim against the curve of her stomach—well, she was in that nightmare where you realized you were skin to bare skin with your best friend beneath the harsh fluorescent bathroom light.

Only it didn’t feel like a nightmare. More like a really good dream. One so good she didn’t want to move in case she woke up.

Then he spoke and the forced playfulness in his tone brought reality crashing back in. “I had a sex dream that started out just like this.”

Dani attempted to pull away, but his arm around her waist was surprisingly strong. Who knew Liam’s forearm was that muscular? And since when did she think forearms were sexy?

She tried to chuckle but stopped when it came out sounding breathless. Needy. “Only instead of your roommate, you discovered Anna Paquin in my shower, hot and bothered and in need of a back scrub. Yeah, yeah I’ve heard that one before.”

“This time it was you and Anna. See? Not quite so predictable now, am I? Although, I will admit, even in my most distracting dreams I’d never fall for the spider gag.”

“The spider gag?” Dani still wasn’t looking at him. Instead she was subtly trying to extricate herself and get to a towel in the linen closet—or failing that, at least press a little less of her wet, naked skin against his.

All her squirming only seemed to make things worse, her breasts dragging along his side, the fabric of his jeans scraping her flesh, causing her insides to quiver. God, he felt as good as he smelled. “What spider gag?”

Liam’s voice was noticeably rougher and his grip on her tightened even more, holding her still. “ This gag. There was no spider, Dani. Admit it.”

“Admit what? Of course there . . . was . . . a spider . . .” Her gaze leapt up to meet his at that ludicrous statement and she promptly lost her train of thought. Why on earth would she pretend to have a spider in her shower? But her voice trailed off, running away with the last of her useable brain cells at the way he was looking at her. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

His glasses were off. In three years of knowing him, she’d rarely seen him without them. This close, without those sensible wire frames to distract her, she noticed how intensely blue his eyes were. Not dark blue, like hers. Perfect sky blue. Cornflower blue. Drown inside them and never want to escape blue. And those lashes.

Who was this delicious stranger and what had he done with her best friend?