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Sweetest Taboo
is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2016 by Julie Kenner

All rights reserved.

Published in the United States by Bantam, an imprint of Random House, a division of Penguin Random House LLC, New York.

and the
colophon are registered trademarks of Penguin Random House LLC.

Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data

Names: Kenner, Julie, author.

Title: Sweetest taboo / J. Kenner.

Description: New York : Bantam, 2016. | Series: S.I.N. (Stark International Novel) ; 6

Identifiers: LCCN 2016027540 (print) | LCCN 2016034337 (ebook) | ISBN 9781101967492 (softcover) | ISBN 9781101967508 (ebook)

Subjects: LCSH: Man-woman relationships—Fiction. | Billionaires—Fiction. | BISAC: FICTION / Romance / Contemporary. | FICTION / Contemporary Women. | FICTION / Romance / Suspense. | GSAFD: Romantic suspense fiction. | Erotic fiction.

Classification: LCC PS3611.E665 S94 2016 (print) | LCC PS3611.E665 (ebook) | DDC 813/.6—dc23 LC record available at​2016027540

Ebook ISBN 9781101967508

Cover design and illustration: David G. Stevenson, based on a photograph © Lolya1988/Shutterstock




She'd thought Dallas would be hers by now.

She'd thought he would understand that it was inevitable.

Was it her fault that she had to hurry him along? That she had to make him

Where love was concerned, a girl had to do what she had to do, and Dallas Sykes was a man with a flair for the dramatic. He liked a show. He liked to make a statement.

He might be angry at first; she understood that. Because her plan to clear the path to him was—what? Radical? Dangerous?

. She had no choice, really. He was, quite simply, hers. The world just didn't realize that yet.

More importantly, Dallas didn't realize that yet.

She didn't understand how he could not know. Between them it had been special. It had been pure. Not like those sluts he'd drawn into his bed. Not like this ridiculous affair with his sister, all the more vile because it was splashed all over social media, their shame making headlines and turning stomachs.

She'd never considered him dim-witted, but maybe he was. Because he should know. He should understand. And yet he didn't.

But that was okay. He would soon enough.

And then…

Well, and then he'd truly be hers.


“She's not here. Goddammit, she's not here.”

Dallas 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.

This 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.

Where the fuck was she?

The 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.

God forbid, even blood.

He shuddered, trying to push back his terror. He wasn't succeeding.

This was his fault, goddammit.

He'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.

But captive? Oh, dear Christ, what if she'd been thrust back into the horror of their childhood, and all because of him?

“Keep looking.” Liam's voice—firm, controlled—filtered through the speaker. “I'm showing a signal.”

“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.”

“Stay with me, Dallas. You can't help her if you lose your shit.”


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.


His heart. His soul.

The one person in all the world he craved, needed,
more than any other.

And Liam was right—he couldn't help her if he lost control. If he let himself drown in fear and memories.

So 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.

Fighting a shudder, he once again looked at the image that someone had sent to him from her phone.

Jane. Beaten and battered.

Jane. Unconscious and helpless on a sidewalk.
sidewalk. Or at least somewhere near here, because Liam was tracking her phone to these coordinates. So where the hell was she?

Slowly, he drew in a breath, then exhaled with just as much precision. “You're sure this is the location?”

“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.”

Dallas 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.

He hadn't expected that she would be attacked. Taken.

He hadn't expected a repeat of their goddamn childhood.

And 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.

That 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
—on end.

His 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.

No. Please, God, no.

“No mask, no Jane. Christ, Liam, where the fuck is she?”

“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.

He 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.

Time Jane might not have.

Her 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.

Fuck that

Dallas took another hard look at the area he'd already scoured. No phone.

He stepped off the sidewalk and into the street. Same as it had been two minutes ago. Except…

“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—

“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.


“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.”

“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.

But all Liam did was whisper a soft “

Dallas didn't need to hear more. He knew what that meant. His last line to Jane had been severed.

He cocked his head, thinking.

Maybe not the last, after all.

“Colin awake?”

“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.”

“No,” Dallas said. “Let him wake up. I'm coming in.”

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