Very Naughty Stuff...

As an author I know that plot counts. You always want some story with your sex and you want to be rooting for the hero and heroine to get together in the end. But having said that, sometimes you want a book that's just plain dirty. I'm talking down in the dirt filthy, so steamy you want to be sure you're alone when you read it, so hot you need to sit on a big block of ice naughty.  
   
Well-that's what Picture Perfect is. It's basically mental masturbation ladies and I have to say I think it's the dirtiest book I've ever written. Check it out here to see if you agree
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And in the mean time, here's a blurb and excerpt to get you hot 'n bothered. ; )   Evangeline Anderson

Blurb-- Ever since Melanie's mom married Kurt's dad she's had the hots for her gorgeous, off-limits stepbrother. Knowing that Kurt feels the same way doesn't help her lust but through an unspoken agreement they ignore their forbidden feelings. Then Kurt drives her to a modeling shoot for an exercise book and winds up volunteering to model as her partner. What neither of them know is that the exercises in the book are all sexual--a modern Kama Sutra.

Melanie tries to ignore the sparks flying between her and Kurt, even when they have to get naked and pose for pictures that are both explicit and erotic. But how can she resist her sexy stepbrother? Will she and Kurt be able to keep from breaking the most forbidden taboo of all or will they give in to temptation in order to get every shot Picture Perfect?

Excerpt—Warning, Explicit!
"C'mon, Mel. You can do this," Kurt murmured in my ear, and I realized that I had been standing there in front of the double bed with my hands on the sash of my robe, frozen in place for almost a minute. Lisa was watching me with narrowed eyes as though wondering if she'd made a mistake. Quickly, I shrugged out of the robe and sat on the side of the bed. My nipples tightened into hard little points as the cool air caressed them, and I shivered and tried to keep my eyes down. I was vaguely aware that Kurt was sitting right beside me, less than a foot away and that he was also nude, but I couldn't make myself look at him -- it was just too damn embarrassing.

"Well?" Lisa raised her eyebrows at us, and I realized she was waiting for us to get into position.

I cleared my throat. "I…uh…what position did you want us in again?" I asked, trying to sound normal.

"Spooning. You know -- lie on your sides on the bed with Kurt behind you."

Well, that didn't sound too hard. Still not looking at my gorgeous stepbrother, I scrambled around until I was lying on my side with one arm under my head and the other folded in front of me. Kurt settled behind me and I could feel the heat of his big body radiating across the distance he'd left between us and hear his soft breathing. He wasn't touching me and I wasn't touching him -- maybe we could do this after all.

But Lisa did not look pleased. "What the hell?" she muttered, coming closer to study us. The bed was draped in a simple white sheet, a nice contrast to my pale skin and Kurt's natural tan. Both of us were in good shape, so I knew we had to look pretty good lying there. What was her problem?

"Is everything okay?" I asked as she squinted at us through her Coke bottle lenses.

"No, everything is not okay," she snapped. "This is a study in sexual intimacy -- it's about love and desire and affection, and you two are about two feet apart over here." She made a motion with her hands indicating the space between us. "Cuddle up to her, Kurt; she doesn't bite -- not in this position, anyway." She grinned at her own joke, but it was clear she was serious.

I stiffened as Kurt's muscular front connected with my back and ass, but I made myself hold still. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, I reminded myself sternly. Don't blow it.

"Closer," Lisa barked, motioning again. "This is supposed to be a sexual position. You can't fuck her from across the room."

I bit my lip and heard Kurt mutter something under his breath. Then, suddenly, he was draped all over me like a warm, heavy coat. One long, muscular arm came around to encircle my waist, and his knees lined up behind mine just right. But what made me squeak and nearly jump away was the feel of his rigid shaft nestling right between the cheeks of my ass. He had a hard-on, I realized -- a really hard hard-on and I was the reason why.

"Sorry," he murmured in my ear. "Can't help it."

"It's all right," I whispered back, wondering if it really was. How would we ever look at each other again after this? Let alone watch a basketball game on TV or talk about our favorite movies or run out for an ice cream or any of the hundred other things we usually did when we were spending time together, pretending to be normal siblings with no unspoken tension between us.

"Good, much better," Lisa said. She had a huge and extremely expensive looking black camera in her hands and she was circling us, taking pictures from all sides.

"Glad she's happy," Kurt muttered in my ear over the clicking of the camera. "If I got much closer we'd actually be…" He trailed off, and I wondered if he was as embarrassed as I was. But I was soon to find out that the awkwardness had only just begun.

"Now, Kurt," Lisa directed, making a motion with the hand that wasn't holding the camera. "Lift Melanie's leg with your hand -- that's right, spread her thighs, make it look real, like you're really penetrating deep -- this is the second part of the position."

I stiffened as Kurt's big hand glided over my naked skin and came to rest on my thigh. God, I hadn't anticipated how hard this was going to be, how much my own hidden desires were going to come to the surface. Just feeling his body pressed against mine, having his hand on me, even on my leg, was making my heart beat like a drum.

"Easy, Mel," Kurt whispered in my ear as he raised my thigh. The position opened me up, making my pussy lips part and I hoped he wouldn't look down between my legs and see how hot and wet I was getting. I tried not to imagine how it would be if we were making love for real, how easy it would be for Kurt to slide down a little and enter me, fitting the head of his cock to my wet, open cunt.

"Good, I think I've got all I need of that one." Lisa stood back, obviously satisfied, and Kurt let my leg go quickly and scooted away, as though he'd been burned.

"Hey." I looked over my shoulder, offended. "You don't have to act like I've got the plague the minute she calls cut."

"Sorry." He was breathing hard, his deep chest moving up and down like a bellows. "I just…I didn't want you to think I was taking advantage."

"Kurt, please." I shook my head, trying to make sure my eyes stayed above his waist. "You're only doing this because of me, I know. And I appreciate it because it is kind of awkward."

"You think?" He gave a short, sharp laugh and shook his head. "Mel, you have no idea --"