The man I had a passionate one-night stand with turned out to be my stepbrother…and the mafia boss. 

"The sweet taste of your lips, your lewd moans, all the times that you begged me to do you harder, and the way your hips moved under me…I remember everything about you and that night, Abigail…" 

After her fiancé suddenly dumps her to marry her best friend, Abigail decides to drown her sorrows in the passionate embrace of an attractive stranger for the night. Fate plays a game with her again, when she finds out that the man that she spent the night with turned out to be her stepbrother, Raphael. Abigail finds herself living together with Raphael after her mother marries his father. 

With her mother’s perfect marriage at stake, Abigail does everything to hide her secret affair with Raphael from everyone but how can she escape from his seductive traps when Raphael refuses to let her go no matter how many times she begged. When their parents go on their honeymoon, Abigail is left to fend for herself from the lusty and calculating beast living under the same roof. 

Just when his heated kisses and seductive caresses tear down her walls of defense, Abigail is shocked to learn of Raphael’s engagement and the dark secret behind his family business. While at the same time, their parents are keen on arranging Abigail’s marriage to secure her future. 

Through it all, can Abigail gain what she desperately yearns for the most from Raphael: His Love. 

How can these two lovers who are destined to play ‘House’ overcome their cursed forbidden relationship and create a happy ending for themselves? 

My other books: Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to the Mafia Boss's Passion, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Conquering the Emperor, The Alpha Prince's Purchased Maid, Lust Contracts, Substitute Wife for the Mafia King. 

Penname: Realfantasies

Forbidden Affair with My Mafia Stepbrother R18

There was a chance that the intruder was simply a thief looking for something valuable. It wasn't like there was anything worth stealing inside of my bedroom, but if I pretended to be asleep, he might leave when he was done getting what he came for. That beacon of hope evaporated in an instant when I felt something soft and warm brushing against the side of my face. 


"Are you really sleeping so soundly?" a familiar voice asked me in a low whisper. I could no longer feign sleep at the sound of that voice, and my eyes immediately snapped open. 


"I figured you might have trouble falling asleep tonight, and I guess that I wasn't wrong," the voice said knowingly as his hand moved to stroke the side of my face in a slow, tantalizing motion that brought goosebumps to my skin. 


Why is he here? What is he doing here? 


When Tomorrow Comes