When Emily's Paris school trip hotel overbooks, she's forced to share her father's bed. The city of romance becomes her ruin—his breath scorching her neck, her sighs dissolving as he teaches her body to crave corruption. Night after night, they tangle in forbidden intimacy, sweat-slick and shuddering, his reckless hunger destroying every boundary. And when her best friend Kim stumbles upon their secret? Some sins weren't meant to be suffered alone.
I remember my mother telling me that Grandma Coit (no NOT Coitus!) had once said that the Bible was the dirtiest book she had ever read. At the time, when I was in high school, I took that to mean that my maternal grandmother had been conservative in her choice of literature. But later, as I studied the Good Book professionally, I came to realize my Grandma must have known her Bible well!
Multiple codes represent the characters' unique gender exploits. Otherwise, the story is a slow strip tease for incestuous, power transgression fans. / (Reviews)