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      Copyright © 2017 by Tina Donahue

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      First Electronic Edition: December 2017

      eISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0064-4

      eISBN-10: 1-5161-0064-6

      First Print Edition: December 2017

      ISBN-13: 978-1-5161-0067-5

      ISBN-10: 1-5161-0067-0

      Printed in the United States of America

      Dedication

      To Tina’s Romance Rebels, my street team, and to my PA Pamela Leonhardt. Ladies, you are the greatest. I couldn’t have done this without you.

      Acknowledgments

      To all the wonderful authors who’ve given me immeasurable joy with their works, and have taught me so much about writing.

      Author’s Foreword

      Since I read my first historical romance in high school, I’ve been fascinated with exotic locales, pirates, and the women they can’t seem to tame. I’ve also been intrigued by ménages and have written quite a few over the years. This, however, is the first time I’ve paired two women with one man. Lucky guy. In my mind, I picture Heath grinning and thanking me. (You’re welcome, sweetie). More than an erotic romance, Forbidden Desire is a love story between characters from different cultures and locales, who surmount nearly impossible odds to form a family that works for them. They celebrate diversity and prove love does conquer all.

      Chapter 1

      Tristan Kent’s island—1718

      Heath Garrison swept his spyglass northwest past the Mozambique Channel. Thousands of miles in the distance lay England. Home. Odd word for a place where he’d faced unending struggle and barely survived. Still, a man couldn’t easily dismiss his birthplace, even when compared to this island paradise.

      A balmy breeze grazed his naked chest and tugged his hair. Sun poured down. Lush vegetation, the sea’s tang, and flowers perfumed the air.

      Or perhaps the sweet fragrance came from elsewhere.

      Despite his captors’ innumerable warnings, he inched his glass to Netta and Aimee, island women no more than twenty. Born identical twins, a cruel pirate’s rule had put an end to their exact resemblance.

      To Heath, they couldn’t have been more perfect.

      He settled the glass on them.

      His pulse quickened.

      Their backs were to him, their focus on the leaves and flowers they gathered. Wind stirred their dark brown hair that hung straight and long to their waists. Both women wore silk tied low on their lush hips, one’s cloth a deep rose shade, the other’s bright blue. The fabric fluttered above their bare feet.

      They abandoned the bush in favor of another.

      He edged to the side, careful not to snap a twig that would disturb them. An insect buzzed near his ear. He brushed it away.

      White petals overflowed Aimee’s palms. She dropped them into the silk sack Netta held. The difference in their hands gave away their identities.

      He edged closer for a better view of Netta’s old wound.

      A lemur cackled on its perch. Its companions jumped from tree to tree, rustling branches and leaves.

      At the sound, Aimee and Netta turned. Their naked breasts quivered. The enticing nipples pebbled, ideal for a man’s mouth.

      Heath’s watered.

      Previous warnings rang in his head. He wasn’t to approach, talk to, or look at the island women. Didn’t matter. Weakened with desire, he couldn’t back away or flee even though they spotted him.

      Their lips parted.

      Their softened gazes and heightened color showed their approval at seeing him. Willing surrender registered in their dark eyes. Rose bloomed in their light brown cheeks, their skin satiny, flawless with youth, and surely scented with musk. An invitation no sane man could resist. If he didn’t mind being beaten or possibly set adrift from this isle located a week or more from even the most primitive civilization.

      Heath lowered his glass. Face down, he called himself a bloody fool for entertaining the idea of enjoying two women at once, much less sisters. This place certainly wasn’t London, but that hardly meant he could behave like a rutting animal.

      Dead leaves crackled beneath feet.

      He didn’t dare acknowledge Netta and Aimee’s approach