Temperance Brennan Books Novels & Stories

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Temptation Series deals with the beautiful and heart-warming stories of the Donnelly brothers as well as the friends of Sienna, the female lead whom we have met in the first book of the series. Each story is unique and powerful and can be read as a standalone story but if you read chronologically, it will enable you to connect with the characters better. The first story "Accidentally Kissed" deals with the irresistible love story between the oldest son of the Done

Their waitress, who’d eyed Brad appreciatively while taking their order, flounced off with an exaggerated swish of her hips. Before she could bring up the subject of sex, he reached into his breast pocket and withdrew a small leather-bound portfolio. He flipped it open, doubling the cover back on itself, and pulled out a pen. “Before we do any serious work, I’ll need to take a look at your books.” She blinked in surprise. “Excuse me?” she squeaked. How hard he known about the books? Had one of the three hens told him? He looked up at her, a frown marring his forehead. “Your books. Your financial records.”

Far in its bones, this house was alive. I found the study two doors down. Unlocked. There were floor-to-ceiling books along the walls inside. A glass tray had a half-full decanter of amber whiskey. The fireplace was cold but there was still the scent of burnt cedar in the air. I ran my fingers along a row of spines, titles in Latin, philosophy, eroticism, war. One book had a hidden cutout in the middle. A flash drive inside. I removed it. Behind the desk, I saw a framed photo.

“Now come on. We’ve arrived at the location for the meeting.” I nodded, and we both made our way out of the car. Ready to make our way to the meeting. 31 JASMINE I paced around the mansion, doing my best to find something to do. To read a book, like Adrian had told me to… Or to watch a show. But when I put on the shows that I usually watched… Breaking Bad, Power, Prison Break. I couldn’t find myself enjoying them anymore. Because in its own fucked-up way… These shows were slowly becoming my reality.

My arms and legs were toned over all I loved my new body. My relationship with Matt became somewhat uncomfortable. I noticed that he will stare at me at times and the look in his eyes were filled with emotions I struggled to decipher. I learned how to control my own emotions as well my face is usually void of any emotion unless I want you to see it. I held a lot of guilt inside me because not only did I become the Seductive Temptress I also became a killer, a deadly one. I can still remember the first guy I killed although I no longer have nightmares about it I still felt some guilt and remorse. Not because he was a good guy no but because that situation changed my whole life I felt guilty b

Forgive me lord, I'm about to fall into temptation and I'm not ashamed, my pussy needs it. My body craves real touching, real care, and most of all, real fucking. I moan just from the thought, getting hot all of a sudden, I look myself in the mirror once more before going back to the living room to wait. The doorbell rings and I go to answer it. Silas, my temptation, is here already. He looks exactly like pure sin as I open the door, his arms are crossed and a smirk is on his face, he looks deliciously wrong…like what I know I shouldn't want but I need.

Which was her normal look so I couldn't tell what was going on. I turned to Mrs. McKenzie. The same Mrs. McKenzie who had run into me in the sex shop down the street and had suggested I get the G-spot vibrator. Her smile was fixed and for some reason it looked like she was avoiding eye contact. Jenna had a Bible in her hand. It was one of those black leather types that was big but not so big that you couldn't put it in a bag. That was the first sign of impending danger. Her cherry complexion and pleasant face were highlighted by her white blonde hair. She didn't have makeup on but would easy turn heads if she was to walk into a bar. Her cream suit gave off an authoritative vibe.

EIGHT An ambulance pulled up as Kaaron Brennan entered the house. Never once in her six years on the force had she ever drawn her gun with the intent to shoot; she was more terrified now than she’d ever been. Null was by her side, covering blind corners. Every door she kicked open revealed empty rooms, rooms of unfinished business. The paperback on the bedside table with the bookmark tucked within, the mobile phone blinking messages received, a scented candle that had never been lit. Death in the details.

Something she’d long since come to terms with. The only silver lining in her otherwise mundane life was her books. Specifically, dark romance books. It all started with her accidentally coming across one on a popular book site. The book had garnered over one million readers and she decided to give it a try. Since then, she’d been thrust into the world of morally grey characters with looks that could kill and a thing for cuffing you before giving you the best sex of your life. Did anybody know of this hobby of hers? No. She’d been sure to keep her dark romance collection away from her parents. Of course, her mother had come across it one time but she’d quickly made up and explanation and prie