"You're playing with fire, sweetheart," he growled, his gaze smoldering with danger. "A fire that will consume you." I stared at the restraints sprawled across the mattress, imagining them binding my wrists, leaving nothing to imagination... Perhaps burning is exactly what I need... *. *. *. *.* Falling for someone a generation ahead feels reckless—especially when he's my uncle. Yet knowing the risks can't extinguish my hunger for him, that intoxicating pull that leaves me breathless. Secret fantasies evolved into an obsession that drove me to orchestrate an elaborate seduction. Will the taboo of our connection force him to deny what pulses between us, or will he surrender to the inferno consuming us both?