It was a prank gone wrong, but for me it ended so right. My stepdad and his brothers have had a prank war going for decades. They narrowed it down with some edicts over the years — only prank on April Fool's Day, no one can hide out at home, no pranking spouses or kids, no property damage or risking anyone's job. Otherwise, it's all out war. But when one of the pranks goes a little awry, I'm called in to help my stepdad. Only I get trapped right along with him. Once I got involved, it broke one of the edicts of the war, but then it's my stepdad and me breaking all the rules.

When he kisses me at midnight, everything changes. Well, not quite midnight since the impromptu DJ at my mom’s Christmas party was off by an hour. But that doesn’t matter, because the kiss I share with my stepdad is so hot, it burns me from the inside out. But he’s been drinking champagne all night. Will he remember that kiss and the promise behind it in the morning?

My stepdad calls me a tease. It's true I do tease him a little, but only because I want his attention. I like the way he looks at me. I like the way his nostrils flare if I show him a little too much. Besides, is it really teasing if I'll follow through and give him anything he wants?

A St. Patrick's Day pinch gone wrong then so very, very right...My stepdad goes to pinch me for not wearing green on St. Patrick's Day. I am wearing green, but once he sees my green bikini, he's not letting me leave the house. He says he wants to keep that sight all to himself. I'm happy to let him as long as he does more than just look.

I love to make sweet things, he likes to eat them. I didn't know he'd want to eat me as well... I'm going to culinary school against Mom's wishes, but my stepdad can't get enough of my sweet confections. He works out more so he can sample all my goodies. Then one day, I give him a taste of something new and I realize the hunger in his eyes is for me, not the food. Or maybe he wants both.

It all started with a sprig of mistletoe... My task is to pick my stepdad up from his office. I never expected to be caught under the mistletoe with him. But his assistant reminds us that it's bad luck not to kiss under the mistletoe. We both lean forward, expecting a small, chaste peck. But when his lips touch mine, our bodies jolt. He pulls me harder against him. We pull away before things get out of control. When he marches me to his office, I'm sure that I'm in for a lecture. But when he closes the door, I give him everything he wants from me for Christmas.

Months. It's been months since my stepdad's had sex and I overhear him talking about how horny he is. That's when I notice how he looks at me, the places where his eyes linger. He tells me not to walk around barely dressed. But I want his eyes on me, even if it makes me a bad girl. If Mom doesn't want him, I sure do. I want to please him, to make him lose control. When he does, he tells me I'm not bad. I'm his good girl.