***There are two different versions of this story. A "best friends" version, and a "stepbrother/stepsister" version. Please let me know which version you want to translate***
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Best Friends Version Blurb:
For eighteen years, Evan has burned for the one woman he is forbidden to touch. When innocent Sarah learns of his obsession with her, she offers herself willingly. Evan tries to use this opportunity to scare her away, but neither of them can control their dark passions...or the horrifying cost of being discovered.
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Stepbrother/Stepsister Version Blurb:
I have loved her for ten years, but she will never be mine.
It was never supposed to have happened in the first place, regardless of how much I longed for it. But how could I have the strength to say no when she offered herself willingly?
Beautiful Gretel. Sweet Gretel. Innocent Gretel.
My love. My obsession. My curse.
I know, even as I touch her, that this can’t go on. We can’t keep this a secret forever. I will be banished if we are discovered...and she will suffer a far harsher fate.
But I can’t let go.
Even if it’s the right thing to do.
And I can’t give her to someone else.
Even if it’s the only way to save us.
This book has sold much better on Amazon UK than Amazon.com (a couple hundred sales a month at its peak compared to about 10 sales a month at its peak). It was released a few years ago, and right now it's only selling about 5-15 copies a month (everywhere). I think foreign markets will be more receptive to this gritty historical erotica.
The door of the church creaked open. I shut my eyes and walked down the center aisle. I stretched out my arms and let my fingertips touch the edge of each pew as I stepped towards the altar.
Someone had draped a white cloth over it. A row of unlit candles lay on the floor, and above, a wooden cross stood before the stained glass windows.
I got on my knees, in front of God, and tried to think of something other than my cock.
"Why did you do this to me?" My voice was harsh. Accusatory. I didn't care. "I can't relieve this pain, for the act of relieving it brings me closer to my sinful obsession. Why did you make me feel this way if it was so wrong? Why are you testing me?"
Silence. And then I heard rustling.
"Who's there?" I shouted, spinning around.
My voice echoed. For a few moments there was no sound, and then I heard the rustling again.
"I hear you," I warned.
"Evan."
No. My body immediately reacted to that quiet voice. My stomach grew tight. My cock was so hard I thought it was going to explode. I couldn't move--I didn't trust myself enough to. So I just watched as she stepped through the open doors of the church and crept in between the pews.
She wore one of my over-sized shirts over her plain dress. Not a good sign. I liked seeing her in my clothes far too much.
"What are you doing here? Did you follow me?"
Her face crumbled. "Evan."
I grit my teeth. "I told you not to follow me."
"Evan, stop," she begged. "Please, talk to me. Did I do something wrong? Why do you hate me?"
I don't hate you.
I couldn't say it. If I did, I might say other things I couldn't admit. Things that had to be kept secret because to even explain them would be a sin.
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French
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Translated by bruno laval
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Author review: Bruno was wonderful to work with! An excellent and fast translation. |
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Erika Arcoleo and Samuele Gibilaro
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Author review: Excellent communication. Would love to work with again! |
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Karla Marques V.
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by María Florencia Lavorato
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Author review: María was nice to work and communicated well. |
