My Twin, My Secret, My Sin
The night I caught my fiancé balls-deep in my identical twin, I should have walked away. Instead I stormed into her loft to end her—and ended up pinned against the wall with her tongue in my mouth. Now Diane Forsythe is the only thing I crave, and every stolen kiss, every secret touch, digs us deeper into a betrayal that could burn our entire powerful family to the ground. The worst part? I don’t know if I want to stop her… or if I’ll ever be able to.
Chapters
Diane Kenworthy's heels clicked against the scarred concrete floor of the loft like a metronome counting down to disaster. She had come for the black silk dress, the one with the slit that always made...
Read more →The industrialchic loft still smelled of darkroom chemicals and sweat when Diane Kenworthy stormed out at eleven thirty. She had driven straight to her highrise, stripped off the ruined blouse, and st...
Read more →Diane Kenworthy's phone stayed dark on her glass coffee table. She had set it there exactly fortyseven minutes after Marcus's last text, the one that demanded she meet him or he would go to the board...
Read more →Diane Kenworthy's fingers wouldn't stop trembling as she stared at the text from her twin. The words burned brighter than the city lights streaking past the Uber window. "He's circling the loft. Recor...
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