Novels by ebibens7

Anonymity allowed me to stretch my imagination to the limit, without fear. If I thought for one moment that my mother, or God-forbid the stuffy professor, was reading the adult content in my books, I would die. Robyn POV I worked until the alarm on my phone beeped, signaling dinner time. Carefully putting away my drawing materials, I headed downstairs where the pungent aroma of Italian spices immediately hit me. My stomach sank - Mom had made her "famous" spaghetti and meatballs again. Entering the kitchen, I eyed the simmering sauce pot before moving to wash my hands. "Hey honey!" Mom greeted with forced cheer. "Are you hungry? I'm making my famous spaghetti." I sighed and opened the fridge. "You know I can't eat that, Mom." Her smile vanished. "Can't? Or won't?" "Mom, I'm allergic to gluten," I said with exaggerated patience. How many times did we need to have this conversation? After Dad died, everything I ate caused stomach pain and diarrhea. She'd dismissed

"Wow," I said with a dark chuckle. "That was an impressive attempt to shut me down." "But true," she said with a casual shrug. "I think it's best if we keep this purely platonic." This girl left me baffled. I'd barely flirted with her, and she just shot me down without a second thought. The worst part is, she was one hundred percent correct. She was very young. Seven years wasn't that much on the grand scale of things, but when the girl was only eighteen, it was huge. And I wasn't really seriously thinking of pursuing a relationship with her. Was I? Nah, she was just something new and curious that had caught my interest. Once the novelty wore off, she'd just be a boring teenage girl who happened to live in my house. Robyn POV I unwound my legs from around Phoenix's waist and positioned my feet against his muscular thighs. I used his legs as a springboard and pushed away from him. Letting him pull me in close had been a mistake. It was like flirting with fire, and I di

“A swim?” She tipped her head at me like a curious bird. “Yeah, the pool is heated, and the weather is perfect.” “Oh,” I could see her debating with herself. “Yeah, sure. A swim would be nice.” I felt my grin grow wider and felt like I’d just won a minor victory. “Let me change. I’ll meet you in fifteen?” She nodded and slipped off the bed. “Okay.” Fifteen minutes later, I knocked on her door. I wore my favorite pair of swim shorts and had a towel draped around my neck. I couldn’t help my eyes from wandering up and down Robyn’s tight, fit body. Most girls her age might have been parading around in skimpy string bikinis, putting everything they had on display, begging for attention. Not Robyn. She was wearing a modest two-piece suit that barely exposed her midriff. It was the kind of suit that was actually designed for a high-performance swimmer, with full coverage and a racer back. And she still looked hot as fuck. She picked up a towel and a cover-up and followed

"Phoenix told us you found the gym this morning," my mother said, wrinkling her nose at me. She found exercise and anything that made her sweaty extremely distasteful. "Did you have a good workout?" "It was fine," I said with a shrug. I pulled open the fridge, not caring that it wasn't my house. If I was going to live here, I was going to make myself at home. "Do we have any lemons?" "Um," Andrew scratched his balding head. "The housekeeper does the shopping. If there is something special you need, just add it to the list on the side of the fridge." I dug through the produce bin until I turned up one shriveled lemon that looked like it was about two months old. I added lemons to the list on the fridge and then squeezed the little juice I could extract from the ancient fruit into my water bottle. "Would you like some oatmeal?" Andrew asked. I could tell he was trying really hard to be nice to me, probably in some misguided attempt to impress my mom. I could have told him he d

Robyn POVI might have been lying when I said I’d seen better. I’d seen a few good-looking male bodies in my figure drawing class and lots of fit men at the dojo, but his perfectly sculpted chest was next level. I wondered what he did to keep that physique. No, I needed to put Jack out of my mind. First of all, the guy was a total tool. Clearly, he didn’t like us, and he didn’t want us here, and he wasn’t even trying to hide it. Second of all, I didn’t have the time or the energy to be distracted by a hot body and a handsome face, especially not one that would only be in my life for such a short time. Focus, Robyn, focus. I sighed and flopped down on the bed. It was extremely springy and bouncy, like it had never been slept in before. It was hard to settle down and fall asleep in a strange bed in a strange room. The house made weird noises. I could hear the hum of the central air, I could hear Phoenix moving around through the wall that separated our rooms. I could hear the m

Jack POV My father was apparently having some kind of late mid-life crisis. The man had hardly looked at another woman since our mother died, but all of a sudden he was all over Denise Drake. Dating her was one thing, but why the hell did he have to move her into his house? I hate change and everything that goes with it. I’m forced to deal with it on a professional basis, but at least my home should be stable and peaceful. "Phoenix had quietly suggested that it might be time for us to move out and get our own place, but I thought that this was the worst possible time for us to leave the old man to his own devices. Who knows, if we turned our backs, that woman might bleed him dry and leave him penniless. I didn’t even like the looks of Denise Drake. She was too thin, too fragile looking. And I bet that was part of the appeal to my father. She had that classic damsel in distress air about her, combined with some kind of nostalgia for days gone by. He was in a vulnerable menta