{"product_id":"sweetest-taboo-isbn-9781101967492","title":"Sweetest Taboo","description":"In this irresistible Stark International Novel, J. Kenner ups the ante on \u003ci\u003eDirtiest Secret \u003c\/i\u003eand \u003ci\u003eHottest Mess,\u003c\/i\u003e proving once again with the S.I.N. series that she “may very well have cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swoon for them” (\u003ci\u003eRT Book Reviews\u003c\/i\u003e).\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eAll eyes are on us . . . and there’s nowhere to run. \u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Everyone has their own ideas about Dallas Sykes: He’s a reckless billionaire, a devilish playboy, a man who gets whatever he wants the minute he wants it. But I know the real Dallas behind the money, bravado, and power—and he’s completely, blissfully mine. \u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e We carefully guarded our secrets, and in each other’s arms we sought refuge from our dark past. Our pain became our pleasure, our control within the chaos. But we could only hide from the truth for so long.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e Now we’ve let loose our inhibitions and are ready to face the future. And no matter what people think or say, coming clean is its own sweet reward.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eSweetest Taboo\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“This end to the S.I.N. trilogy pulled out all the stops and had a sweet happy ending that will be sure to please fans. [J.] Kenner was able to pack a lot of heartbreak, surprises, action and most of all, love into the last installment in the series.”\u003cb\u003e—Harlequin Junkie\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “\u003ci\u003eSweetest Taboo\u003c\/i\u003e was a fantastic end to what is now officially my favorite J. Kenner series. . . . Its slightly taboo, suspenseful, and thoroughly sexy plot set my blood boiling in all the good ways.”\u003cb\u003e—Words We Love By\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Jane and Dallas’s story rocked me to my core. . . . \u003ci\u003eSweetest Taboo\u003c\/i\u003e is the perfect ending to what is the most delicious erotic tale of forbidden love and the most taboo relationship of all.”\u003cb\u003e—The Book Avenue\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “Five taboo stars! . . . We finally get the answers we have been searching for. Jane and Dallas finally have what they most definitely deserve. This was an amazing way to end the series!”\u003cb\u003e—Alpha Book Club\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “The perfect ending to Dallas and Jane’s journey.”\u003cb\u003e—Kinky Kittens Book Blog\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e “It’s got [Kenner’s] signature steam and sexy, lovable bad boys. . . . All in all, it’s an enjoyable, heartfelt, sexy and exciting story that I would definitely recommend!”\u003cb\u003e—The Book Boyfriend Addict\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eSweetest Taboo\u003c\/i\u003e is intended for mature audiences.\u003c\/b\u003e“This end to the S.I.N. trilogy pulled out all the stops and had a sweet happy ending that will be sure to please fans. [J.] Kenner was able to pack a lot of heartbreak, surprises, action and most of all, love into the last installment in the series.”\u003cb\u003e—Harlequin Junkie\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“\u003ci\u003eSweetest Taboo\u003c\/i\u003e was a fantastic end to what is now officially my favorite J. Kenner series. . . . Its slightly taboo, suspenseful, and thoroughly sexy plot set my blood boiling in all the good ways.”\u003cb\u003e—Words We Love By\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Jane and Dallas’s story rocked me to my core. . . . \u003ci\u003eSweetest Taboo\u003c\/i\u003e is the perfect ending to what is the most delicious erotic tale of forbidden love and the most taboo relationship of all.”\u003cb\u003e—The Book Avenue\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Five taboo stars! . . . We finally get the answers we have been searching for. Jane and Dallas finally have what they most definitely deserve. This was an amazing way to end the series!”\u003cb\u003e—Alpha Book Club\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The perfect ending to Dallas and Jane’s journey.”\u003cb\u003e—Kinky Kittens Book Blog\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“It’s got [Kenner’s] signature steam and sexy, lovable bad boys. . . . All in all, it’s an enjoyable, heartfelt, sexy and exciting story that I would definitely recommend!”\u003cb\u003e—The Book Boyfriend Addict\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cb\u003eJ. Kenner \u003c\/b\u003eis the \u003ci\u003eNew York Times \u003c\/i\u003ebestselling author of \u003ci\u003eRelease Me, Claim Me, Complete Me, Wanted, Heated, Ignited\u003c\/i\u003e, \u003ci\u003eSay My Name, On My Knees,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eUnder My Skin, Dirtiest Secret, Hottest Mess, Sweetest Taboo, \u003c\/i\u003eand the novellas \u003ci\u003eTake Me, Have Me, Play My Game, Seduce Me,\u003c\/i\u003e \u003ci\u003eUnwrap Me,\u003c\/i\u003e and \u003ci\u003eDeepest Kiss\u003c\/i\u003e. She spent more than ten years as a litigator in Southern California and Central Texas, using her rare free time to indulge in her passion of writing. She lives in Texas with her husband and daughters.1\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGone Girl\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“She’s not here. Goddammit, she’s not here.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDallas Sykes’s blood burned with dread and fear curled in his gut like acid as he stalked down the dark, residential block of Eighty-­Second Street, his eyes scanning every nook and cranny, searching for a woman he knew wasn’t there.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis late, the street was deserted, the residents tucked safe in their beds behind the darkened windows of the Upper West Side townhouses that rose like the wall of an inescapable maze on either side of Dallas.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWhere? Where the fuck was she?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe area was too damn dark, the few door lights far too dim to be any help at all. Instead, Dallas used the light on his phone to cut through the night as he scoured every damn inch of the street for some sign of Jane. A broken fingernail. A shoe.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eGod forbid, even blood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe shuddered, trying to push back his terror. He wasn’t succeeding.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThis was his fault, goddammit. His.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe’d hidden the truth from Jane, thinking he was making it better. That he was sparing her more pain. But those buried secrets had burst free, wild and vicious and dangerous. And now she was gone. Missing. Possibly dead—­except she couldn’t be dead; the thought was too big, too horrible to even wrap his mind around.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut captive? Oh, dear Christ, what if she’d been thrust back into the horror of their childhood, and all because of him?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Keep looking.” Liam’s voice—­firm, controlled—­filtered through the speaker. “I’m showing a signal.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Of course I’m going to keep looking,” Dallas snapped. “But she’s not here.” His voice rose, matching his escalating fear. “And neither is her damn phone.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Stay with me, Dallas. You can’t help her if you lose your shit.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Fuck.” A fresh wave of fear crested inside him, and Dallas had to tighten his grip on his own phone in order to fight the almost irresistible urge to hurl the damn thing to the ground. But he couldn’t. As impotent as his smart phone was at the moment, it was his lifeline to her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJane.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis heart. His soul.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe one person in all the world he craved, needed, loved more than any other.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd Liam was right—­he couldn’t help her if he lost control. If he let himself drown in fear and memories.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo he wouldn’t. He’d stay on the street. He’d search. He’d follow every lead. But in the end, he would find her because no other option was even conceivable. He’d find her, he’d rescue her, and then he’d kill the fucking bitch who’d taken her.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFighting a shudder, he once again looked at the image that someone had sent to him from her phone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJane. Beaten and battered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eJane. Unconscious and helpless on a sidewalk. This sidewalk. Or at least somewhere near here, because Liam was tracking her phone to these coordinates. So where the hell was she?\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSlowly, he drew in a breath, then exhaled with just as much precision. “You’re sure this is the location?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I’m sure. I’m logged in to her account. I can see the phone’s location on the map. And we’re looking at a circumference of about eight meters.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDallas nodded, trusting his friend because he knew damn well that he couldn’t rely on himself. He wasn’t thinking straight at all. The last thing he remembered with any clarity was standing in the new apartment that he shared with Jane, a little shell-­shocked after she’d laid into him about the secrets he’d been keeping. She’d stormed out, and he’d forced himself to hold back, knowing that she needed to get her anger out of her system. He’d expected her to take a walk, maybe visit her friend Brody.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe hadn’t expected that she would be attacked. Taken.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe hadn’t expected a repeat of their goddamn childhood.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAnd he sure as hell hadn’t anticipated that his phone would ping with a text message showing Jane splayed out on the street, her eyes closed and her face battered.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThat image had been horrible enough. But what really gave him chills was the carnival-­style mask on the ground next to her prone form. A mask just like the one the Woman had worn when she’d entered their cell all those years ago. Like she’d worn when she took him away from Jane. When she’d tortured him for hours—­days—­on end.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHis stomach twisted as his mind filled with images of what she’d done to him. Only this time, it wasn’t Dallas who was the victim of the Woman’s cruel abuse, but Jane.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eNo. Please, God, no.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No mask, no Jane. Christ, Liam, where the fuck is she?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The guys are on their way. They’ll start going door to door. We’ll find her,” Liam said, but Dallas could hear the fear in his voice, too.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe turned in a circle as he examined the empty street in this quiet, residential area. Jane had to be somewhere, and maybe the Woman had dragged her into one of these brownstones. Maybe someone had seen something, heard something. But the street was empty now. Noah and Tony would go door to door looking for witnesses. But that would take time.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTime Jane might not have.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHer attacker could have taken her anywhere. But she could also be right there, just meters away. She could be watching from a window, her hands tied, her mouth gagged, hope fading as she saw him fumbling in the dark.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFuck that.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDallas took another hard look at the area he’d already scoured. No phone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe stepped off the sidewalk and into the street. Same as it had been two minutes ago. Except . . .\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The gutter,” he said to Liam even as he dropped to his hands and knees, then thrust his arm in up to the shoulder. Absurd, really. If the phone was down there, it would be well out of reach in the storm drain, ready to be washed away with the next rain. He couldn’t get to it, not without—­\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“I have it.” Then he spit out a curse. Because so the fuck what? The phone wasn’t the woman, and he still didn’t have Jane. And now he knew with absolute certainty that she wasn’t with her phone.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFuck.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Open her photos,” Liam ordered. “There wasn’t any location information buried in the picture you received or the text. Maybe the photo was taken in another block. Maybe they attacked her somewhere else and ditched the phone here.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Already on it,” Dallas said, a spring of hope bubbling as he tapped and swiped the screen to get the photo to open. Sure enough, there was location information attached. He read the GPS coordinates off to Liam, his body tense as he waited for Liam to send him to a new location.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut all Liam did was whisper a soft “Goddammit.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eDallas didn’t need to hear more. He knew what that meant. His last line to Jane had been severed.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe cocked his head, thinking.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMaybe not the last, after all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Colin awake?”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“Coming around,” Liam said. “We loaded him up with a shit-­ton of tranqs, but they’re starting to wear off. I was about to dose him again. Keep him under until Quince can get here from London.”\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“No,” Dallas said. “Let him wake up. I’m coming in.”New York Times bestselling author","brand":"Bantam","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":46304939639013,"sku":"NP9781101967492","price":20.0,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":false}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/1842\/7735\/files\/9781101967492.jpg?v=1767737676","url":"https:\/\/k12savings.com\/products\/sweetest-taboo-isbn-9781101967492","provider":"K12savings","version":"1.0","type":"link"}