Sexy Just Got Kinky: Kinks To Make You Think by The Brit Babes #BDSM #EroticaNovels #Kindle

Blurb:

Tantalise your dark side with kinks to make you think. From lovers behind bars to lone ladies behind the lens—fisticuffs and feathers, lilos and lube, scissors and sticks, whips, canes and bondage, there’s sure to be a kink within these pages to whet your appetite, tickle your fancies and heat up cold nights.

Featuring stories by Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Marissa Farrar, Lucy Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.

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Excerpt from The Anonymous Life by Marissa Farrar

It started with a photograph.

A single, crazy, adrenaline-filled moment of madness.

I’d had enough of being ignored, of being the maid, the chef, the chauffeur to my unappreciative family. I dreamed of the days when men used to drop to their knees before me in the streets. They’d beg to buy me drinks, just to get me to spend a little time in their company, and, if they were lucky, snatch a kiss and take me home to their bed. Now, I was invisible. A mother, a wife, a housekeeper. I longed to be seen as something sexual again, and so I took the photo.

I made sure not to include my face. I didn’t want to be identified. Instead, I held the camera on my phone with one hand and cupped my breasts with the other, squeezing them together so the tops lifted and rounded in globes. My nipples peeped between my fingers, crinkled and hard. The lighting wasn’t perfect, and I had no idea what filters to use, but that didn’t matter.

I posted it online.

It was on one of the popular social media sites, known more for its raunchy posts than some of the others. I’d used the site to watch porno GIFs often enough, but I’d never had the guts to comment or post something of my own.

Until now.

I gave myself an online name—theanonymouslife. All one word.

It was only a single picture, but already my emotions surged up inside me, making me feel alive—a mixture of excitement and guilt, and horniness.

Already, I was addicted.

I stayed on the computer, checking for comments and reblogs. People liked my tits, it seemed. More than my husband, who hadn’t laid a finger on me in forever. There were a couple of negative notes, but I brushed over them in favour of the positive ones. Damn trolls were everywhere.

I don’t know why I got such a thrill from posting my picture online, or why I’d even felt the need to do it at all. Maybe there was anger in me, a resentfulness I couldn’t shift, and posting the photo felt a little bit like revenge. Or rebellion. I resented my husband for plunging me into a life of celibacy that I’d never asked for. I’d always been a sexual person, and still was, but now sex was denied to me. 

My children stole my body away, though they never asked to do that, and I would never hold them responsible. I love my kids. They are the one thing that keeps me walking the straight and narrow when all I want to do is run, screaming, throwing off my clothes and frustrations as I do so. I dream of a future alone, where I can pick and choose men as I please, allow them in my life for a short while, only to continue alone once more. Sometimes now, I feel like I barely have enough time to have a thought to myself without being interrupted. 

I can feel the years slipping away, knowing I’ll never get them back. I’m only in my early thirties—too young to be this dried up person already—and the thought of the rest of my life as a sexless woman terrifies me. I love my husband, I do, but he doesn’t seem to have any interest in me anymore. He’s always too tired from a long day at work. I don’t know if he has no interest in sex in general or if it’s just me that no longer excites him. I can’t say I blame him. After seeing the births of two babies, I’m not sure I’d excite me either. But I can’t bring myself to break up our home, can’t stand the thought of the hurt in our children’s eyes if we separated. Plus, he’s a good guy. I like his company, most of the time. We’re just missing that important element.

So, instead of dealing with the real problem at hand, I took the photograph.

It was harmless. I wasn’t hurting anyone. But quickly I discovered one picture was not enough.

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About The Brit Babes:

So who are the Brit Babes? We are eight UK based authors who spend our days writing steamy tales of love and lust. Ranging from sweetly vanilla to so-hot-it-will-blow-your-mind, we aim to please in every literary fantasy department. Our heroes are strong, determined and soul-achingly divine and our heroines sassy, sexy and not afraid to grab what they want. Passion and pleasure are the name of the game, romance and raunch a top priority and it all comes with a delightful sprinkle of kink. 

With a whole host of awards, bestsellers and accolades between us, we just know you’ll find something to keep you turning the pages and squirming on your seat. Visit the Brit Babes’ home on the web which acts as a library for the hundreds of books published by us and hosts special guests every Monday. You’ll find links there to our FREE anthology too. Tell your friends, spread the word, because one thing you can be sure of, is when the Brit Babes arrive, sexy has arrived! 

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Write Dirty To Me by M.M. Mayfield- Sparks Fly When She Meets Her Sexy Former Classmate #MF #Contemporary #Erotic

Blurb: 

Since Julie caught her husband screwing her student assistant and kicked him to the curb, she's been writing erotica. As a university professor she can't claim her work. Even if she didn't get fired, she wouldn't want to face her students who would know and imagine her doing the things she wrote about.

At her high school class reunion she meets an old classmate, a NYT Bestselling author of military action-adventure thrillers and proves she is no longer the shy twin.


Excerpt

Too? Okay, that did it. Julie pushed forward in her chair so she could slip her feet into her killer heels. They weren’t Jimmy Choos, but they were high and sexy. Then she stood and stepped up to the trio at the mirror.
 
At least Dawn had the sense to look embarrassed.

"Hello, ladies." She made a point of studying each woman’s name tag as though she didn’t recognize any of them.

She held her hand out to Dawn. “Dr. Julie Baker Reese,” she said.

Dawn’s eyes widened. Patty looked everywhere but at Julie. Beth glared as though she should’ve had the good grace to leave quietly and not bother them.

“Oh, no, the fat guy who kept feeling me up was your husband?” Julie smiled at her. “You might want to contact my twin, Paula, you know, the lawyer?”

“I didn’t know you were a doctor,” Beth said, as though it would make a difference.

Julie resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the childish satisfaction she felt at shocking Beth. “I’m a university professor. And what do you do?”

“Dawn and Beth are busy with fund raising charities. I chair the events,” Patty said as though she felt that was impressive.

Julie smiled. “That’s nice,” she said as she started toward the door. She turned back to Patty. “Oh, give oral sex right and get the really big prizes instead of – "

She nodded toward Patty’s necklace. Hearing a loud gasp, and “well, I never” from Dawn, she strolled out, wishing she could do a fist pump or a football spike. Six points for the shy kid.

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Bio

MM's stories explore matters of sensuality and romance. M M Mayfield writes stories about characters in tough situations that bring out their feelings and sexual needs.  I hope my readers will feel  these characters/people could be real! I want readers to feel my characters’ pain and enjoy their good times.

MM is a retired teacher and the mama of a forty-year-old daughter. Her latest book and the only one under the name M. M. Mayfield is Write Dirty to Me.

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A Harmless Little Game by Meli Raine- She'll Use Him To Get Home #Romantic #Suspense #Political #Thriller #MF

Note: Possible Trigger Warning

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Release date: October 18, 2016

Description:

Four years ago I lost my virginity on live, streaming television.

Too bad I wasn’t awake for it.

The video went viral. Of course it would. A Senator’s daughter on camera? Wouldn’t you click “share?” Besides, that’s what three of the four guys in the video did.

Share.

They shared me.

But that fourth guy? The nondescript one in the background in the upper left corner of the screen, just sitting on the couch? The only one who did nothing?

Not one single thing.

That was my boyfriend, Drew.

And that was the last time I saw him.

Until today, when my father—now on a path to the White House—hired him as head of security for my new team as I return home after four years of “recovering” in an undisclosed location that involved white lab coats, needles, pills and damage control.

You see, the other three guys never went to jail. Never had charges pressed.

Never faced consequences.

Until today.

Game on.

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Excerpt

Short, clipped chestnut hair. Brown eyes the color of well-worn leather, eyes that blaze with intelligence and a guardedness no one could ever breach. He’s bigger than the last time I saw him, four years ago. Broader. More muscular. He’s a controlled, contained man who has a James Bond air to him.

And he’s looking at me right now with eyes so cold they might as well be icebergs.

“Lindsay, let me introduce you to Andrew,” Stacia starts.

Drew. Oh, God, it’s true.

“Andrew Foster will be your new security specialist. He and his team will keep you safe.”

I snort.

He stares.

Stacia’s eyes leap from Drew to me and back. “Is there a problem?” she asks, brows turning down.

That’s more emotion than I’ve seen in her for four years. Her gaze darts between me and Drew, assessing the situation. No matter what, I lose if she decides something’s going sour here.

Even if Drew is the one gone bad.

“No.” Drew and I say the word at the exact same moment, in the same tone of voice. It sounds like a sharp clap, a single sound that shatters noise.

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A Harmless Little Game is the first in this political thriller/romantic suspense trilogy by USA Today bestselling author Meli Raine. This series includes:

A Harmless Little Ruse (release date November 18, 2016)
A Harmless Little Plan (release date December 13, 2016)


Author Bio:

Meli Raine writes romantic suspense with hot bikers, intense undercover DEA agents, bad boys turned good, and Special Ops heroes — and the women who love them.

Meli rode her first motorcycle when she was five years old, but she played in the ocean long before that. She lives in New England with her family.

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Kissing Katie, Book One In The 'His Girl Next Door' Series by Babette James

KISSING KATIE

His Girl Next Door Series – Book 1

Kissing Katie and the His Girl Next Door series were both inspired by many summers spent at the shore in Lavallette, New Jersey. My brother met his wife there, his own “girl next door,” and I thought it would be fun to write a romance series where my heroes discover love is just around the corner, literally. I set the stories in four of my favorite New Jersey shore towns and I’ve had a wonderful time exploring some fun and sentimental memories while writing these romances. I hope you enjoy them too!

Blurb:

Sometimes love is just around the corner.

Seeking peace while he decides between prestigious job offers, burned-out lawyer Matt Powell rents his boyhood vacation home at the Jersey shore on a nostalgic whim. However, discovering the lovely widow next door is his childhood best friend, Katie Vanburen, complicates everything. His old love for her hits hard, but this time around his feelings are anything but innocent. It’s decision time: the high-profile career he’s earned–or a life he never dreamed possible loving his girl next door.

Twenty years ago, Matt broke Katie’s teenaged heart when he vanished from her life after his parents’ divorce. She grew up, buried her childish dreams, and moved on. New dreams shattered with her unfaithful husband’s death, but now she’s a successful website designer and owns her beloved shore house. She’s delighted to renew their friendship, but unready to trust her heart again–even if Matt’s kisses tempt her beyond reason. But can her cracking defenses hold when Matt argues his case for love so eloquently, in bed and out?


Excerpt:

The Powell’s kitchen door squeaked open.

Katie peeked from behind the line of towels as a tall man stepped onto the landing.

Scanning about as if finding his bearings, he walked slowly down the stairs. He had short, curly, dark brown hair and sharp brows over a strong, straight nose. Broad shoulders filled the red polo shirt he wore untucked over loose khaki shorts, and he had long, muscular legs. At the bottom, he turned sharply, as if he knew she lurked behind the laundry. The strangest expression of longing filled his lean, intelligent face, and—

Complete déjà vu clobbered Katie as she raised her hand to give a neighborly wave. Pain warred with joy, strangling her greeting in her throat.

Matt? How could he be? Impossible, but this man had to be Matt. Katie pressed a hand over her wildly beating heart. Twenty years had passed, but the man was the spitting image of Edward Powell, Matt’s dad.

Why on earth hadn’t he come right over to say hello?

The delighted little girl in her burst through her shock and drove her bolting next door. She threw her arms around him. “Matt! Oh, it’s so good to see you!”

Several impressions struck Katie simultaneously through her dizzy joy. Matt felt astonishingly different in her hug. Of course he did, he’d grown taller and filled out since their last summer together twenty years ago when she’d hugged a boy goodbye. This Matt was all man, and he fit her exactly how a man should, rocking her with a wild, weird surge of enthusiastic craving.

However, while the marvel of his presence and her abruptly resuscitated libido burst and bounced through her, realization dawned that he stood stock-still in her arms. He should be hugging her back. Why wasn’t he hugging back?

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Branding Gemma; A Smoking Hot Yet Sensual Romance By Paige Warren

Blurb

Gemma Brower is determined to turn her life around. Having fallen about as far as she can, she’s ready to climb out of hell and find her way. She’s determined that she isn’t ready for another relationship after her last one ended so badly, but then she meets Synclair and Ryan Black, two brothers who are as different as night and day. She’s not the only one in instant lust. The brothers have resolved to have her any way they can get her.

With her ex acting like a crazy stalker, Gemma has more on her mind than her love life. Trevor’s calls are escalating and she’s worried he may come after her. After one too many threatening calls, she confides in the brothers, who vow to protect her at any cost. But is Gemma ready to trust again? Her heart is already battered from one failed relationship after another. Dare she attempt to fall in love once more?

Excerpt

She wanted a drink so badly, had felt the craving for alcohol ever since she’d left Trevor’s house, but she didn’t have the money to buy anything except cheap beer. She’d bought a six-pack that first night, but it hadn’t lasted past morning. It wasn’t hard for her to admit she had a problem, but she’d never wanted to do anything about it, before now. Alcohol had always been her escape from the nightmare that was her life. The endless parties, the late nights at one bar after another, a circle of friends that wasn’t into anything other than chasing the next high, hopping from one guy’s bed to another’s. Her life hadn’t started out that way. She’d just sort of fallen into it. She’d gotten sucked down fast and hard, and hadn’t been able to claw her way back out of the pit.

All of that was behind her now. She was going to look at Grizzly Pines as her saving grace. If she was going to start over, she was going to do it right. No more alcohol, no more smoking pot at parties… no more parties for that matter. The rest of her family seemed quite content to live a relatively quiet life. Surely, she could do the same thing. Hell, maybe she’d even get a pet once she had her own place. She’d had a dog growing up, but she’d always wanted a cat. Her mom had been allergic so it had been out of the question. There wasn’t even a barn cat at the family ranch. One had shown up once and her dad had immediately taken it to the local shelter to find a new home. She’d prayed every night that it hadn’t been put to sleep.

Before she could take care of a pet, she needed to learn to take better care of herself. If she could make a go of her writing, or find a steady job in Grizzly Pines, rent a decent place, then she’d consider herself rehabilitated and well on her way to being a productive member of society. She had her work cut out for her. Even she could admit that she needed more than a little bit of polish to make her shine. Rough edges? More like tarnished. Heavily tarnished.

She began chewing on a fingernail as she paced her living room. She was on her fifth circuit of the room when the phone rang. The number wasn’t familiar but it was local, so she answered it.

“Hello.”

“No one leaves me, bitch!”

Trevor! She should have known. He’d called several times over the past few weeks, the same conversation every time.

“Then maybe you shouldn’t have treated me like shit.”

“You had it good. Anytime you wanted a fix, I provided for you. The fridge was always stocked with your favorite beer and I kept a fully stocked bar. You didn’t even have to work if you didn’t want to. Women would kill to have been in your position.”

“You hit me, Trevor. You beat the living hell out of me until I could barely move! I was black and blue all over. Since when is that taking care of me?”

He snorted. “So I lost my temper every now and then. Maybe if you hadn’t been such a lazy, stupid bitch, it never would have happened. You had one job, Gemma. Keep the damn house clean, and you couldn’t even do that.”

“No one could keep up with your twenty beer cans a day littering the house, dirty dishes left by your chair after every meal, and your clothes being dropped just wherever the hell you felt like taking them off. I was your girlfriend, not your damn slave.”

“You’re going to regret leaving me, Gemma. Don’t think I don’t know where you are. I’ve been watching you. I know all about that roach-infested tin can you’re staying in. We’ll be together again. Soon.”

He hung up and she disconnected the call with a shaky hand. There was no doubt he’d make good on his threat, if he could find her. Good thing she was leaving first thing in the morning! Beau was saving her in more ways than one. She’d never be able to repay him. She just hoped Trevor stayed away until then.

Gemma started pacing again and ended up pacing for so long that the sun was rising before she realized how much time had passed. The odd thing was that she wasn’t the least bit tired. If anything, she was excited to start this next phase of her life. It hadn’t taken her long to throw her scattered clothing into the garbage bag, only leaving out a change of clothes to start her new day, her new life. She took the quickest shower in history, and was just snapping her short-sleeved western shirt when there was a knock on the door. She didn’t think it was eight already, but maybe more time had passed than she’d thought.

Pulling open the door, she smiled at Beau. The rising sun told her he was early, but she was okay with that. There was a ball of energy just buzzing around inside of her, ready to burst free at any moment. If Beau hadn’t come when he had, she probably would have been sitting on the steps waiting for him, her bag and box beside her, feet tapping on the cement steps.

He glanced up at the towel wrapped around her head. “I think you forgot something.”

“You caught me getting out of the shower.”

He shivered. “Thanks, but the last thing I want to think about is you in the shower. Hurry up and brush your hair, or whatever it is you need to do. I’ll start getting your stuff together.”

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A Menu With A Difference by Lucy Felthouse.

Blurb

Will a weekend in a luxury hotel make Annette’s deepest fantasies come true?

When Jed and Annette spend a weekend in a luxury hotel, they’re planning to take full advantage of the hot tub and large bed – preferably with a third party. Annette’s never been with another woman before, but she’s eager to experience some Sapphic delight. 

When the couple meets waitress Tamara at the restaurant they’re lunching at, they agree she’s perfect in many ways; but is she on the menu?


Excerpt

I kicked Jed discreetly under the table, warning him to cool it. He was flirting madly with the waitress who’d come to take our lunch order. Glancing up to see how she was handling it, I realized the young woman didn’t seem to mind at all. Of course, she could just be extremely friendly, but I doubted it. Jed was hardly being subtle. And he’s a gorgeous looking guy, too. Women rarely fail to notice him, and he knows it.

Don’t get me wrong, it wasn’t that I was pissed off with Jed for flirting, far from it. We’ve got an arrangement that says we can hook up with other people with no repercussions as long as we’re honest about it. In fact, divulging our dirty deeds to one another after the event usually ends up in totally hot sex. The lifestyle’s not for everyone—but it suits us just fine.

However, this time was different. Jed wasn’t just trying to get himself laid. He was trying to get this girl into bed with both of us. Despite the fact we’re an incredibly open minded and adventurous couple, I’d never actually been with a woman. We figured this was a great way to experiment. Jed and I had had a whispered discussion as soon as we saw her and decided that if, when it came down to it, I wasn’t into the girl-on-girl thing, then the two of us could just pleasure Jed. He certainly had no objections. What guy would?

I was taking a back seat during Jed’s “seduction” because we had no idea of the girl’s sexuality, and for that reason it made sense to assume she was straight. The plan was to see how she responded to Jed’s flirting first, and then have me join in. If the girl freaked out, well, we’d have our nice lunch and then we’d go back to the hotel and fuck. If not, then we’d go back to the hotel and fuck, but with a guest.

The way things were going, it looked as though it was about time for me to step in. As soon as the waitress was out of earshot, delivering our order to the kitchen, we began to formulate our plan. It wasn’t foolproof by any means. There were so many variants—things that could go wrong. But we had nothing to lose, and everything to gain, so we decided to just go for it.

Whilst we waited for our food, Jed started whispering sweet nothings—or rather dirty nothings—across the table.

“I can’t wait to see you lick another woman’s pussy, babe. It’s gonna be so hot! My cock’s already getting hard thinking about it. I want to fuck you hard from behind while you bury your tongue in her snatch.”

“Hey, cool it big boy. It might not even happen. She could be as straight as they come. Or she might not fancy you.”

“Fat chance! I mean, look at me! She certainly was.”

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Book Tour: The Play Me Series by Tracy Wolff. Available Dec. 2.

The Play Me Series

Available December 2nd, 2014

from Loveswept

Blurb

Wolff’s Play Me series centers on the love story between Aria Winston, a cocktail waitress at one of Vegas’ hottest five-star casinos and Sebastian Caine, the casino owner’s son and handpicked successor. It is an erotic romance series intended for mature audiences.

The titles include: 

Play Me 1: Wild; 
Play Me 2: Hot
Play Me 3: Hard; 
Play Me 4: Real; 
Play Me 5: Right.

Fans of Wolff’s bestselling Ethan Frost series will be excited to learn that the characters in Play Me are closely connected to Ethan Frost and Chloe Girard from Addicted and Ruined—and that Ethan and Chloe make cameo appearances in Play Me. 

The third installment in the Ethan Frost series Exposed, coming February 2015, will feature the characters from both series.

Play Me #1: Play Me Wild

In the seductive first installment of an eBook original serial from the New York Times bestselling author of Ruined andAddicted, a woman running from her past has finally found a bit of control . . . until her powerful new boss makes her go wild.

My name is Aria Winston. I’ve fought desperately to escape the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. Now I’m on my own, in control of my own life and my own destiny . . . just the way I like it. Until Sebastian Caine changes everything.

Working as a cocktail waitress at one of Vegas’s hottest five-star casinos means putting up with a ton of bad behavior from the big spenders. But it pays the bills—and that’s all that matters to Aria, who needs every last dollar to escape from her father’s destructive grasp and the brutal man he expects her to marry. But when she lashes out against a billionaire who won’t take no for an answer, she nearly loses everything—until Sebastian steps in.

The owner’s son and handpicked successor, Sebastian is dark, sexy, and kinder than any rich man should be. And when he apologizes and offers to keep her job safe, Aria can’t help the way her body reacts to his. Suddenly her job, and the security it brings her, isn’t the only thing Aria wants.

Excerpt- Sebastian

There are two different video clips, one that’s five minutes long and one that is twenty-four minutes. I click on the five minute one first, then watch as Rubinov walks his fingers up the thigh of a pretty redhead about twenty years his junior. From the way she’s shoving at his hand and looking around for help, she doesn’t look like she’s enjoying the attention.

Angrily, I note the way she makes eye contact with the dealer—and how the dealer very deliberately looks away. “What the hell was that?” I demand.

“I don’t know.” Todd sounds as pissed off as I feel. “David and I have different styles of running things, but neither of us are okay with customers being harassed. Even by the high rollers.”

The fact that he has to qualify it that way only makes me more annoyed. I grew up in Vegas, in a casino about two blocks up the Strip and then in this one. I went to Harvard, worked in high-finance fund-raising. I know how this rarified world works. How money gives men a false sense of control, makes men think they can have anything they want.

That doesn’t mean I have to like it.

Twenty seconds later, a cocktail waitress—the cocktail waitress, I assume—comes into view. She’s dressed in the short navy skirt, crisp white blouse and fishnets that all the cocktail waitresses here wear and I can tell right away that Todd is right. The woman really is a looker.

She’s gorgeous actually, and for a minute I’m so busy staring at her that I lose track of what it is I’m supposed to be doing. Her dark hair is shoulder length and tied back in a ponytail that  only emphasizes her stunning bone structure and long, delicate neck. She’s got dark eyes, plump lips, olive skin. She also has an angry flush to her cheeks that only makes her more attractive.

As does the control over herself—and her temper—that I can tell she’s exerting.

Interested now, as much in her as in the situation, I watch the way she moves, the way she holds herself. She’s tall even without the high heels she’s wearing, at least six foot with them, all long legs and curvy hips and an ass that looks like a million bucks in that skirt. And she carries herself like she knows she’s too good for this job, too good for this place.

Shit. Is it any wonder all the rich letches hassle her? For most of the guys she comes into contact with on a daily basis, self-denial isn’t exactly a concept they’re familiar with. Hell, I’m a pretty straightforward, always-be-respectful-when-it-comes-to-women kind of guy and all I can think about is testing that control, seeing how far I can take her before she loses it completely.

But even as I’m thinking it, she does lose it completely—though not in the way I’ve spent the last couple minutes imagining. Instead, she pulls back her tray and racks the guy, her long, curvy body moving with perfect precision. The unexpectedness—even with Todd’s warning—snaps me out of my momentary stupor and I start the clip over. I watch it again, this time paying attention to what’s going on instead of how much I want to test the waitress’s control.

It only takes about thirty seconds for me to figure out that she’s doing her best to get Rubinov to stop hassling the other woman. Another thirty seconds has my temper simmering and by the time she racks him, I’m furious that I hadn’t been there to do it for her.

The guy’s a bastard of the first order.

I play the footage one more time, just to make sure I’ve caught every nuance of the situation that I can. Then I play the longer video, watching as the waitress goes over to security,, nodding toward Rubinov and the girl.

So she did try to report it, did try to get help. And the security guard turned her away.. The knowledge makes the anger simmering in my veins burn hotter and higher. They stripped her of control, left her out there alone with no alternative but to do what she did. And then fired her for it.

No. Absolutely not. Maybe that’s how things went on my father’s watch, but he’s not in charge anymore. I am. And that’s not how things are going to go around here.

Play Me is an erotic serial intended for mature audiences. Aria and Sebastian’s story continues in Play Me: Hot.

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Play Me #2: Play Me Hot

Return to a world of secrets and desires. In the sultry second installment of an eBook original serial from the New York Times bestselling author of Ruined and Addicted, Aria and Sebastian turn up the heat. But will they get burned?

My name is Aria Winston. I’ve fought desperately to escape the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. Now I’m on my own, in control of my own life and my own destiny . . . just the way I like it. Until Sebastian Caine changes everything.

If getting tangled up with her new boss is wrong, Aria doesn’t want to be right. Powerful men usually have a way of thinking they can take whatever they want while giving nothing back, but Sebastian is different. He’s gentle with her body. Rough in all the right places. And hot enough to make Aria break every last rule she’s set for herself. But with her history, it’ll take more than mind-blowing sex to heal the pain deep inside . . . no matter how good Sebastian’s intentions are. She’s spent her entire life fighting for control of her own life, and no one’s going to take that from her. But the more time she spends in Sebastian’s world, the deeper she’s drawn into his sensual games.

Play Me is an erotic serial intended for mature audiences. Aria and Sebastian’s story continues in Play Me: Hard.

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Play Me #3: Play Me Hard

No one ever said love is easy. In the third installment of an eBook original serial from the New York Times bestselling author of Ruined and Addicted, Aria and Sebastian discover that building trust might be harder than they ever imagined.

My name is Aria Winston. I’ve fought desperately to escape the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. Now I’m on my own, in control of my own life and my own destiny . . . just the way I like it. Until Sebastian Caine changes everything.

Ever since taking Aria under his wing and into his seductive domain, Sebastian hasn’t been able to think straight. Their chemistry is intoxicating. Their power exchange is exhilarating. And the sex leaves them both absolutely exhausted. But if there’s one thing Sebastian does know, it’s that he needs to protect this strong yet vulnerable woman. Because she has depths that are unknown—even to her. 

Aria has worked hard to establish herself as anything but submissive. That isn’t who she is, or who she wants to be. So why does it feel so sweet to give up control . . . and so intense when Sebastian takes care of needs she doesn’t even realize she has? But he has needs of his own—and secrets that run just as dark and deep as Aria’s.

Play Me is an erotic serial intended for mature audiences. Aria and Sebastian’s story continues in Play Me: Real.

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Play Me #4: Play Me Real

How do you know when something’s real? In the steamy fourth installment of an eBook original serial from the New York Times bestselling author of Ruined and Addicted, a devastating betrayal unravels a fierce yet tender connection.

My name is Aria Winston. I’ve fought desperately to escape the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. Now I’m on my own, in control of my own life and my own destiny . . . just the way I like it. Until Sebastian Caine changes everything.

Aria has learned to play Sebastian’s game. She’s given him control, taken it back, and let him push her farther than she ever imagined she could go. But when Sebastian’s past comes to light, Aria receives a glimpse behind the facade—a revelation that disturbs her even as it makes her feel closer to this simmering, complicated man. 

Finally she comes to understand the real reason why Sebastian feels the need to dominate everything in his path. But Aria has a tortured history, too. And together they’re a dangerous combination. Now she’s the one pushing Sebastian to the breaking point . . . and if one of them burns up, they’ll both go down together.

Play Me is an erotic serial intended for mature audiences. Aria and Sebastian’s story concludes in Play Me: Right.

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Play Me #5: Play Me Right

Good things never have to end. Tracy Wolff, the New York Times bestselling author of Ruined and Addicted, brings her eBook original serial to an unforgettable climax in Play Me’s sensational finale . . . for now.

My name is Aria Winston. I’ve fought desperately to escape the seedy underbelly of Las Vegas. Now I’m in control of my own life and my own destiny . . . but my future belongs to Sebastian Caine.

Technically, Aria may still be in one piece, but she’s feeling pretty damn close to broken. While she knows Sebastian would die before hurting her, their intense, steamy encounters have opened up old wounds in them both. 

Now Aria is considering the unthinkable: walking away again—this time to save Sebastian from the pain she knows her past will cause him. But Sebastian’s the one who set her free in the first place—how can she not show him the same care and compassion? Because, in the end, being together forever is the only thing that feels right.


Play Me is an erotic serial intended for mature audiences.

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Author Info

Tracy Wolff lives with four men, teaches writing to local college students and spends as much time as she can manage immersed in worlds of her own creation. Married to the alpha hero of her dreams for twelve years, she is the mother of three young sons who spend most of their time trying to make her as crazy as possible.

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James, Harper, and Sasha are products of their environment. Born into a secret organization that runs a global shadow government, and taught to kill since they were small, they find themselves both indispensable and expendable to all the people they used to trust.

Twenty-eight year old James Fenici has been an assassin since he was sixteen. He’s amassed debts and favors from countless Company brothers and participated in hundreds of Company jobs. But there are not enough favors in the world to clear his debt and make him worthy of the only girl he’s ever wanted.

Eighteen year old Harper Tate is the girl who doesn’t exist. Born and raised on a megayacht in a tropical paradise, she was destined to be a secret until now. No history, no records, and manipulated into having no opinions or ambition of her own, Harper is suddenly presented with more choices than she can handle.

Thirteen year old Sasha Cherlin is the girl who knows everything and understands nothing at all. Her future is filled with vengeance and death, but her dreams are filled with hope and a promise. A promise who no longer wants her.

The game is on, the pieces are in place, and the players have everything to lose. But who can you trust when everyone’s a traitor?

EXCERPT- SASHA

“What’s on your mind, Smurf?”

Shit.

“I’m so, so, so, so hungry.” James stares at me and I can’t help myself. I squirm.

“Burlington has a McDonalds. We’ll get some breakfast there.”

I would die for McDonalds right now. “And then what are we gonna do?”

The plane drops the landing gear with a thud and this gives James the opportunity to ignore my question.

I don’t like when he ignores my questions. Because that means I won’t like the answer he’s not giving me. 

“We’re partners, right?” I ask him, suddenly feeling needy.

He turns back to me with a smile. I really love it when he smiles. Because as far as I can tell, the smiles are never fake. He never fakes the smiles. “Till death do us part, midget.”

I smile back. Because he’s funny. I really do like James. I’m just not sure I can trust James. And not because he’s shady. I really don’t think he is.

No the problem with James is… you never know when he’s there and when he’s not.

Because as far as I’ve been able to tell, Tet is in charge in all the situations that count. Not that I’ve seen him a whole lot, but he’s peeked out from behind that dark veil a few times. The most notable was back at Merc’s house in the desert when he told me he might have a plan. The second time was after Harper was drugged by One. I’m still not one hundred percent sure of who was actually in charge that first time. But the guy who told me he was going to shoot me in the chest, was definitely Tet.

And even though I think James is on the up and up, I have a hard time understanding how he can live two lives at the same time. 

Everyone in the Company—and I do mean everyone—knows that James Fenici is a twisted dude. You need him to kill his brother? No problem. Just tell Tet. You need him to kill a trainer’s kid? No problem. Just tell Tet. You need him to trail your daughter and lead everyone on a wild chase to take the heat off your son. No problem, just tell Tet.

But the problem with James and Tet doubles when you realize you can’t have one without the other. They are not two separate personalities. 

They really are the same guy.

I think that makes James/Tet more insane than if he was one of those crazy people with split personality disorder. Because at least if they were two people you could sorta count on them—individually speaking.

For instance. When the Admiral texted James and told him to come out to Colorado and “pick me up” what he really expected was for Tet to come out to Colorado to “pick me off”.

Nick told me the night before James showed up. He said, If you see him first, he’s James and you should give him a chance. If he shows up as Tet, you’ll never know he was there.

Is it fucked up that Nick didn’t just tell me to get the hell out of there?

I’m not sure.

But Tet wasn’t around when that text from the Admiral to come “pick me up” came in. James was. And James was busy with Harper, so he didn’t need Tet.

See the Admiral, for all his uppity smugness, really has no clue how James/Tet operates. I suppose that’s why he instructed me to kill James that day. It was a two birds kind of thing.

I’m pulled out of my thoughts when the plane touches down, bounces once, then again, and we roll the rest of the way towards the small airport surrounded by cornfields on three sides.

When we come to a stop James stands up and stretches his arms above his head and touches the top of the cabin, pressing his hands flat against the curved plastic. “I’m starved too, McSmurf. And I need coffee.” He says that with a smile. 

God, I love that smile. I might not like Tet all that much, and James is not one of those nurturing kinds of people like my dad was. But when he smiles at me like that, I absolutely love him.

EXCERPT TWO
HARPER

The rolling of the ship eases me out of my slumber. I’m home. That thought bounces around my head for several seconds before I remember, this is not home. I’m on my father’s yacht. I don’t open my eyes and I don’t stop breathing heavily. Instead, I give off a long sleepy sigh and turn over. I crack one eye as I do that to try and figure out if I’m alone in the room.

“How are you feeling?” my father asks.

Not alone.

“It’s wearing off, Harper. The doctor gave you a drug to make it wear off. I hope you realize we only drugged you so that Tet would leave quietly. But you became combative the last few times we brought you out of it—”

The last few times?

“—and since you’ve been known to make rash and dangerous decisions, we were forced to subdue you.”

Well. Since there’s no use pretending I’m still asleep when they know for a fact I’m not, I open both my eyes. He’s staring down at me and he looks worried, but then he smiles.

I hate to admit that it’s reassuring. He’s my father. It’s hard to turn that off.

“How are you feeling?” he asks again. “OK?” His smile makes the corners of his eyes crinkle up. My father is handsome, even at fifty-one. His hair is not gray, it’s still dark and it’s still thick. His suit, however, is gray. And his tie is navy blue. When I was a girl I always loved to touch them. “Harper, answer me,” he demands, but not unkindly.

I pause for a few seconds and then nod. “I’m OK.”

His smile grows and I get a warm feeling that I don’t immediately understand. I mean, who is this man? How can he call himself my father when he’s part of this organization and all they want is to use me as a whore to marry off?

“We’re having dinner in an hour. I’ve had them prepare your favorites to welcome you home.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I look away.

“Harper,” he says sternly so I refocus on him. “I’m glad you’re home.”

I don’t know what to say to that either.

“Did you even miss me?”

Why is he asking me these things? 

“Because this ship was not the same without you two.”

I look up at him for that. “Is Nick here?”

“No.”

I look away.

“He’s hiding. But once he hears you’re back, he’ll come for you, Harper. I know he will.”

“So I’m a trap? To catch him.”

“Why in the world do you think I’m trying to catch him? He’s a grown man now. He can do as he pleases. I admit, he’s messed up my plans for you two. But I’m not wholly dissatisfied about that.”

I glance at him again. “You’re not?”

“Why would I be unhappy that you were not given away on your birthday, Harper. I love you. I might not have been the perfect father, but I was present more than most parents in this modern world. I did my business on the ship to stay near you. I really do not understand where this distrust comes from.”

“You promised me to someone.”

“I had to. It’s required. Which is why I’m not upset that didn’t happen.”

“James said you promised me to him.”

“Tet is mistaken.”

“I remember him, though. From the beach party when we trend Six.”

“He said no, Harper. I gave him the opportunity and he said no. That was the end of it for me.”

“But you sent for him every year.”

This makes him hesitate and when I look up at his face I see the shift. He wasn’t expecting me to know that.

“Tet told you that?”

“James told me that.”

My father sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. “It would be a very big mistake to mix them up, Harper. James is not Tet, and Tet is not James.”

I get a really sick feeling in my stomach at that comment. “What are you talking about?”

“He’s insane. He’s been this way for a very long time. Years.”

EXCERPT THREE (X-RATED)

JAMES

“I want us to run away,” she whispers, nuzzling her head into my neck.

Our lovemaking mood is broken, so I just hold her for a moment. “You have to trust me. I can’t be responsible for everyone, Harp. But I can be responsible for us.”

“Something bad is gonna happen. I feel it. And then I’ll be all alone.”

“I promise,” I say, bringing her hand to my mouth and kissing it. “I promise to live. I promise to be there for you when this is over.”

She struggles under my embrace and climbs on top of me. My cock is still hard, but she pumps it a few times to see if I’m still interested.

I am. So I wrap my large hands around her tiny waist, and place her over top of me, urging her to begin. She eases down slowly. Then lifts up. “I don’t believe you. I don’t think you should make promises you can’t keep. And if you die, James. I will die with you. Even if I live, I will die with you.”

“Stop,” I chastise her. “I don’t want to hear that kind of talk.” I play with the blonde strands of hair that are falling down the side of her frowning face. She’s not convinced. “I came back for you, didn’t I? I promised to come back and I did. And it’s only been nine days. I’m early, baby. I over-delivered.”

That makes her smile a little and my hands reach around to cup her ass, lifting her and letting her drop as she slowly rides my cock. Her long hair brushes against my chest and sends chills up my whole body. I fucking love this girl. 

“Hold on,” I tell her, grabbing her waist again and flipping us over. She spills out onto the sheets beneath me. Her legs wide and ready, wrapped around my hips. Her arms around my neck. “I want to fuck you from behind.”

“I want you to fuck me any way you want.”

I lean down and kiss her pretty lips. Biting the lower one just enough to make her squeal. And then I rise up on my elbow and knees to give her space to turn. “Face down on the bed, Harper.”

She looks me in the eye as she flips, and when her hips are up in the air, and my thick cock is dangling over her ass, I push her legs closed and lay down across her back. My dick squeezes between her cheeks, seeking out her pussy. 

She gasps when I enter, thrusting hard. I reach in front of her and find her slit, my fingertips rubbing her clit hard. Making her pussy wetter and wetter. Driving her wild and sending her bucking and moaning. I cup my hand around her mouth, forcing her to quiet down, and then I pump my cock into her, over and over, my balls slapping against her wet sex. 

When I know she’s almost there, I pull her hair. I make her back arch up and her head fall back. Her little mouth in easy reach.

And I kiss her. 

I kiss her hard.

I kiss her like I’ve never kissed a woman before in my life. 

I wrap my hand around her throat and squeeze her chin so there’s no possible way for her to stop this kiss. 

And then when I feel the walls of her pussy clamping down on my cock, I pound her one last time, until I come inside her. Spilling my seed deep in her womb, until I collapse on top of her back, all sweaty and sticky with her sex and her scent.

“Never,” I whisper, my eyes closing from the days of travel and work.

Harper squirms under me until I let her out, and then she angles her body into mine. Her head resting on my arm. Her hands tucked up underneath her chin. “Never what?” she asks, sleepily.

“You have always been mine, Harper Tate. You have always been mine and I will never let him have you.”

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AUTHOR BIO

J. A. Huss likes to write new adult books that make you think and keep you guessing. Her favorite genre to read is space opera, but since practically no one reads those books, she writes new adult science fiction, paranormal romance, contemporary romance, urban fantasy, and books about Junco (who refuses to be saddled with a label). 

She has an undergraduate degree in horses, (yes, really–Thank you, Colorado State University) and a master’s degree in forensic toxicology from the University of Florida. She used to have a job driving around Colorado doing pretty much nothing but shooting the breeze with farmers, but now she just writes, runs the New Adult Addiction and Clean Teen Reads Book Blogs, and runs an online science classroom for homeschoolers.

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Additional Books In The Dirty, Dark and Deadly Series..

COME 
Dirty, Dark, & Deadly, #1

My name is James Fenici and you will never see me coming. I walk the shadows like darkness itself. I hide in the corners where nobody looks. I live by no rules, I have no boundaries, I take no prisoners, and I never, ever blink. I am not your knight in shining armor; I'm your worst nightmare.



My name is James Fenici and you are my target. Only one of us is getting out alive, and that's not gonna be you. Once your name is on my list, your life is over. It's a deal I make with death, it's a contract I sign in blood, it's forgone conclusion--get used to it.



My name is James Fenici and I'm as dirty as they come. But then one day I saw her. And every monster I thought I was. Every fact I thought I knew. Every dirty promise I ever turned down came back to slap me in the face.

My name is James Fenici and I think I am in love.

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COME BACK
Dirty, Dark, & Deadly, #2

"Secrets keep the darkness alive," Harper tells me. But that's not how I see it at all. Secrets keep me alive, the truth is overrated, honesty is never the best policy, and when your job title is Assassin Number Six--lies are your lifeblood.



"Death is a business deal," I tell her back. And I shake his hand with secrets every chance I get. They're currency in my world. I pay my debts with them, I feed on them, they ground me in the present and they promise me a future.



But Harper Tate is everything I've ever wanted. She's my promise, she's my obsession, she's a delicious fuckable transgression. She can be mine. She will be mine. All I have to do is complete the mission.

There's just one teeny, tiny problem with the mission.

It's a secret.

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