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Blurb
Living in
Sin
Jace
Jamison is every woman’s fantasy. He’s everything and anything you want him to
be. He’s a highly paid escort.
Adrienne
Miller works as an event planner, constantly working at numerous events, and
always seeing a man she can only describe as a god-like creature. He’s
devastatingly handsome, tall, and has beautiful blue eyes, but he’s always with
a different woman.
After a
few chance encounters with Jace, Adrienne’s best friend convinces her to just
get some good sex out of him and not worry about who she’s seen him with.
What
happens when she finds out that he isn’t dating these women because he wants
to, but because he’s paid to? Will living in sin cost him what he never knew he
wanted?
Unforgivable
Sin
In book
two of The Escort Series, Troy Thompson and Emilie Watson are finally admitting
their feelings and thinking about giving a relationship a try. What happens,
though, when being an escort in Sin City isn’t the only problem to worry about
when starting a new relationship?
Someone
from Troy’s past is back. Carla was the love of his life, his ex-fiancée, and
the woman who committed what most consider an unforgivable sin. A sin that
forced him to believe he’d never love or trust another woman again.
Is Carla
back to heal old wounds and get closure, or is she back to do whatever’s
necessary to be the only woman in Troy’s life, leaving Emilie to wonder if her
and Troy’s connection is strong enough to withstand the return of his past?
Sins
& Mistrust
Marc
Edwards is a male escort in Sin City. He’s used to catering to his clients
every fantasy, and also used to keeping parts of himself from the people
closest to him.
He gains
a client who’s unlike any other client he’s had. Nathalia LaBelle actually
tries to get to know non-escort Marc. She wants to find out what it is he
fantasizes about, and she’s not bothered by the nature of his job.
Has Marc
found someone to open up to? Will Nathalia be able to handle what he desires?
What he craves?
But what
happens when Lincoln Cash, a man who has his own special relationship with
Nathalia, comes into the picture with his own desires, rules, and sinful
requests? Will they be able to get on the same page, or will mistrust run
rampant and ruin everybody’s chances at getting what they want?
Excerpt
Lincoln
Around
four-thirty, about three hours after Marc left, I give him a call in his room.
As much as he’s driving me fucking crazy, he’s also driving me crazy in a
completely different way. I need
to see if he still wants
to go out tonight. I’ve talked to
Thalia through sporadic text messages,
and she seems to think she’ll be getting off later than she wanted to.
“Hello?”
Marc’s voice filters through the phone.
“Marc,
it’s Lincoln.”
“Hey,
what’s up?”
“My
fucking cock still,” I laugh.
His
laughter joins mine. “That’s too bad.”
“Mmhmm. Anyway,
I was just
wondering if you wanted to go out
tonight.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I
know a couple of bars around here.”
“Okay. Just let me know when
to meet you downstairs. Nathalia
won’t be off work until way later.”
“I
know. She said she may be able to meet us later.”
“Well,
great. When should I meet you in the lobby?”
“How
does seven sound?”
“Sounds
good.”
“Okay, see you then.”
“Yep.
Bye, Lincoln.”
“Bye,
Marc.”
Goddammit.
What is about the way he says my name
that drives
me fucking crazy? Seven
o’clock won’t come soon enough.
I
decide to text Nathalia once more.
Me:
Hey, can you talk?
Thalia:
Yeah, give me a minute.
A
few minutes later my phone rings. “Hey,” I answer.
“Hey,
what’s going on?”
“I
didn’t interrupt anything important, did I?”
“No.
I’m just making calls right now. I have to back to the conference room later.
So, what’s going on? Tell
me how your date with Marc went.”
The
glee in her tone lets me know she’s already talked
to
Marc.
“It
wasn’t a date, for one. For two, Marc
isn’t very nice.”
She
bursts into laughter. “Marc
is one of the nicest
guys
I’ve met. What are you talking about?”
“He
fucks my mind up!”
“How
so?” she asks, still giggling.
“I
know he wants me. He
knows I want
him. You know I can’t keep that
shit to myself. So, when he decides to tease me and then not allow me to
touch him or kiss him, it fucks me up.”
“I
hear you teased him first. In the elevator?”
“That
was nothing,” I scoff.
“All
you have
to do is say
please. Maybe even a
pretty please,” she says, snickering.
“I’m
glad you find this amusing. My cock does not.”
“Aww.
Your poor little cock.”
“My
cock is anything but little.”
“Well,
I wouldn’t know.”
“You
know I’ll show you.”
“Yeah,
but I only want to see if I can do something with it.”
“Exactly!”
I exclaim. “Yet, Marc pulls his out in front
of
me and I’m only allowed to look.”
“I’ve done plenty with his cock, but
then again, I’m not opposed to begging.”
“You’re
no help, you know that?”
“I
can help you with your not-so-little
problem,” she breathes huskily into the phone.
“Oh
yeah?”
“Mmhhmm.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Anything
you want me to.”
“I
want you to play with yourself.”
“Right
now?” she squeaks.
“Yes,
right now. I want you to turn
yourself on, but don’t come.”
“How
does this help you?”
“Because
you’ll feel the same way I do right now, and then you’ll help me convince
Marc to give us both what we
want. You can have his dick in your mouth
while I eat your pussy until
you come in my mouth.
After that you can watch as I
take Marc deep into my mouth.”
I
hear her moan on the other end, and I can tell she’s
getting
turned on just thinking about it.
“Are
you touching yourself yet, Thalia?”
“Mmm,
yes. Keep talking.”
“While
I suck Marc’s thick cock into my mouth,
you can straddle his face while
he fucks you with his tongue. Once he’s brought
you to the cusp of orgasm, he’ll lay you down and
slide his dick
into your dripping wet pussy. Once he’s made you
come, we’ll switch positions
again but this time you’ll watch as I lick Marc’s ass, getting him ready
to feel me slide inside. Do you like that, Thalia?” I ask in a husky tone,
getting turned on myself.
“Yes, Lincoln.
I love it.
I want to
watch you two.
Mmm.”
“How
wet are you?”
“So
wet, Lincoln. I’m so wet.”
“Stop
touching yourself.”
“Mmm,”
she moans.
“Nathalia,
stop!” I demand.
“Fuck,
Linc. I’m so turned on right now.”
“I
know. Welcome to
the club. Will you
help me tonight?”
“Yes,”
she pants.
“Good girl.
I’ll talk to you later.
Marc and I will be out tonight,
but you meet up with us when you can. Just text me and I’ll tell you where to
go.”
“Okay. Fuck. I have to go freshen up. Thanks.”
“You’re
welcome,” I say with a grin.
At
seven o’clock, I’m in the lobby waiting for Marc to show up. I’ve put on a pair
of navy-colored slacks, a light blue button up shirt with a navy blue blazer
over it. A few minutes later as I’m
sitting in one of the chairs, reading a magazine, I glance up and catch sight
of Marc coming around the corner. He looks fantastic.
He’s wearing
a white, long-sleeved shirt that’s
snug around his muscles, and a grayish-blue vest, left open. His hair
looks soft, like he just ran his hand through
it and it stayed perfectly in place.
“Hey.
Sorry if I kept you waiting.”
“No,
it’s okay. I haven’t been here long.”
Standing up,
I drop the magazine
to the table and then we both head for the front doors.
“So,
where we going?” he asks.
“To this place a couple blocks away. I figure we
can take one of these cabs that’s out here.”
“Okay.”
The
short cab ride is once again filled with this raw, sexual energy. We clearly
can’t be alone in small places.
The
cab pulls up in front of the lounge, the
place encased in black brick, giving off
an old-timey feel. The windows are crystal clear
and you can see the
patrons milling about on the inside. Some sitting to eat, others
standing around with drinks in their hands.
“This
looks nice,” Marc notes.
“Yeah,
I figured we could eat here as well.”
Once
inside, we find a small table in the corner and as soon as we sit down, a waitress is there ready to take our order.
“Evening,
gentlemen. Can I get anything for you?”
Her dark
brown eyes shift back and
forth between Marc and myself,
and the smile never leaves her face.
“I’ll
take a Crown and Coke,” Marc
answers with a smile.
“And
I’ll have your best whiskey, neat, with some water, please.” I look to
Marc. “Did you want some food? Seafood sampler or just some chips?”
“Let’s
go with the sampler,” he says, speaking to the waitress.
“Okay, great. I’ll be back soon,” she chirps before
turning and walking away, her curvaceous hips swaying back and forth.
Marc
must have caught me watching her walk away. “See something you like?” he asks
with a grin.
I
look over the bulging muscles in his arms, and then back to his soft, perfect
lips, and finally to his baby blue eyes. “Yes, I do.”
He
lifts a single brow but doesn’t retort, to my disappointment. I decide to try
to bait him.
“Did
you think about me earlier
today? You know, after you left
me with a raging hard-on?”
“I
may have thought about you, but not in the way you’re thinking.”
“And
what way am I thinking?”
“You’re
thinking I went back to the room and jacked off while thinking about you. I
didn’t.”
“Because
you’re so sure you’re going to get off with Thalia tonight?”
“Yes,
I’m quite sure, actually,” he responds with a smirk.
“I
wouldn’t be so sure if I were you.”
“Why’s
that?” he asks, his brows pinching together.
“She
wants you and me to be together as much as I do. As much as you do, even
though you won’t admit it.
She
wants to watch,” I say, my voice throaty and deep.
“Here we are,”
the waitress announces, bringing
us our order and
killing the mood. “You
guys okay over here?” she asks politely.
“Yes,
I think we’re good for now. Thank you,” I say with a smile.
When she leaves, I pin my eyes on Marc and
wait to see if he’s going to say anything in response to what I said.
A
devious smile plays on his lips.
“You
two can’t plot against me. I already know
I can get Nathalia to give in to me. She won’t last long with this
little plan you think you have. If I wanted to fuck her across this table,
she’d let me, and you’d be the one left watching.”
“Why
are you denying yourself the pleasure of
being with me?” I ask with a cocky grin.
“It’s not
about denying myself
anything. It’s now about getting you to do something you say
you don’t do. I’m confident I can get you to ask me for whatever it is you
want, and now I have to follow that
through. It’s not like I’m asking you to
get on your hands and knees and beg.” He
pauses and leans forward. “Unless you want to be on your knees.”
“So,
now I’m denying us both, is that it?”
“Exactly,”
he says, and then takes a drink. Leaning in closer to me he says,
“Lincoln, do you want my cock in
your mouth?” I lean forward, our faces getting closer. “Hmm?” he asks.
“Yes.”
My voice comes out in a whisper.
His
hand touches my knee under the table and
goes up my thigh. “Do you want my mouth all over you?”
I
close my eyes briefly as his fingers spread out over my thigh. My
cock grows harder in my
pants. When I open my
eyes, his blue eyes look like
they’ve darkened, and I know he’s turned
on as well.
“I
want it all, Marc.”
“Ask me for
it,” he demands in a voice thick with lust.
“Sorry to interrupt,” the waitress voice breaks through, causing
us to pull apart.
She looks embarrassed, her cheeks flushed red.
“I’m sorry,” she repeats. “I just wanted
to see if you needed a refill or anything.”
“We’re fine, thank
you,” Marc replies politely,
plastering a charming fucking smile on his face. Damn me for being jealous of
the woman on the receiving side of it.
“You
sure?” she asks with a smile.
“Yes,
thank you, sweetheart,” Marc answers
with a wink.
“Well,
aren’t you the flirt?” I declare as soon as she’s out of ear shot.
“Jealous?”
he asks with a lopsided grin.
I
narrow my eyes at him and then
go back to my food. He has no idea how
close I came to asking him to give me everything he was saying to
me. That perky waitress ruined it when she showed up. We eat in silence and
then the waitress comes back to take the
food and plates away.
She doesn’t forget
to smile and
flirt with Marc while here. I don’t know why I’m feeling so pissed about
that.
“How
would Thalia feel if she knew you were flirting with the waitress tonight?”
“I
think she would be fine with it. I’m just
being polite, something you
clearly aren’t good
at doing.” He takes a drink
and then
looks right back at me. “I think
you’re worried that the waitress probably
has a better chance of sleeping with me tonight than you do.”
I
huff. “You wouldn’t do that.”
He
just shrugs. I know he’s just trying to fuck with my head, but dammit if it’s
not working.
“You
know the way to keep me here with you,”
he says before catching the eye of the waitress and giving her another
smile and wink. She ducks her head with a smile and heads to the bar. “I’ll be
back.”
I
watch him as he saunters towards the
bar…and the waitress. I growl and run my hand through my hair as I watch him
approach her. Taking a huge swallow of my whiskey, I adjust my body to get a
better view of them.
She
looks surprised to see him, and then he must say something, because she begins to laugh.
Her hand lands on his shoulder and Marc looks back at
me and winks. Turning his attention back to the waitress, he pulls his phone
out and they both look down at it. Is he
getting her number?
The
waitress looks back at me, no smile visible on her face. She and Marc talk some
more, and then they take a picture
together with his phone. What the fuck is this? He stays facing me, but
he’s messing with his phone and not noticing
my angry demeanor.
Maybe it’s jealous demeanor. Same thing.
He
leans in and kisses her cheek before returning to the table.
“What the fuck was that?” I demand.
“What?”
he feigns confusion.
“You know
what I’m talking about. The laughing, flirting, exchanging numbers, and
taking pictures. What’s that about? Are you seriously thinking of picking up a
woman while you’re staying with
another?” My body vibrates with anger.
“You
can stop it from happening,” he says. “If you really want to.”
“I’m
too pissed to want to ask you
for anything,” I growl.
“Well,
fine.”
He stands up and gestures to the waitress, who
starts walking towards us. Marc meets
her halfway, gives her money for our drinks and food and then whispers something in her ear. She
giggles and looks at me briefly.
“Have
a good night!” she calls to him.
I
storm out into the night air and Marc is right behind me. Instead of
standing in front of the building, waiting for a cab, he starts
walking down the street.
“Hey!
Where are you going?” I yell out.
He
doesn’t answer. I quicken my pace and catch up to him, but he doesn’t even
bother looking at me.
“I
said, where are you going?”
“I’m
going back to my room,” he grumbles. “I don’t need you to walk with me. I’m a
big boy.”
This
man is so frustrating!
“Are you
going to let Thalia
know that she doesn’t need to meet us anymore, or will
you be too busy with the waitress?”
Marc
turns quickly and faces me. His face is tense and angry. What the fuck does he
have to be angry about? He looks around
and then pulls me by my lapels to
this dark alcove in a building that isn’t open. Pushing me up against the brick
wall, he puts his face inches from mine.
“I’m
not fucking the waitress. Nathalia knows where I am, and where I will be
tonight. So, why don’t you stop acting
like some sort of jealous
boyfriend? You and Nathalia aren’t
together, and never have been. You aren’t with
me, and never will be. It shouldn’t matter to you who I am or am not
planning on fucking tonight. It’s not
going to be you.”
I
don’t know if it’s his anger, his
passion, the look in his eyes, or the way he pushed me against the wall, but my
dick hardens and I want him more now than I think I ever have. A plan comes to me.
“You’re
both right and wrong,” I say.
His
brows furrow, and he looks even more annoyed. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he demands.
“You’re
right, you won’t be fucking the waitress tonight, but you’re wrong about not fucking me. You will be,” I say as
I pull his lower half into my own.
“No.
I won’t,” he says through gritted teeth.
“You
will,” I say with a smirk. “Marc,” I breathe, bringing our mouths closer
together. “Kiss me.”
Our
lips are a hair’s breadth away. I can tell he’s struggling with himself, but I
choose to make it easier for him. I can’t do this anymore. I need him. I want
him, and at this point I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make sure it happens.
“Please,”
I pant out, my lips brushing against his as I speak the one word he’s been waiting to hear.
Without warning his mouth crushes against mine. His tongue parts my lips and delves
deep into my mouth. Nothing about this kiss is soft and sweet, and I’m glad
it’s not. I’m finding that I prefer him angry,
forceful, and rough. He pins me to the wall with his hips, both of
our dicks growing in length and
thickness as they’re pushed together. My fingers run through his soft hair and pull. A hiss escapes his
mouth and then his hand is on the side
of my face, his fingers on the back of my head, and his thumb lying across my jawline. He pulls
me closer to his mouth, and then
sucks my bottom lip into his
mouth and bites down.
A growl is ripped from my throat as I push back and have him
up against the
other side of
the alcove. I
barricade him
between my arms, but his hand
comes up and pulls my hair hard enough to expose my neck to him. His tongue
licks my heated flesh from my Adam’s
apple to my ear. He gives me another small bite below my lobe, and it sends
chills down my body.
Our
mouths connect again, and I suck his tongue into my mouth, eliciting a groan
from his throat. He pulls back, but just as quickly sticks his tongue back into
my mouth, massaging my tongue with his. Marc places both hands on the sides of
my face, making sure there’s no way I can get away from him. My hands go to his
back, feeling every muscled ridge, and I pull him closer to my body.
We’re
a mass of
grunts, groans, and
hisses. Our hands are never off
of each other. We bite, suck, and lick each other’s necks, lips, and tongues.
Anywhere Marc touches me sets me on fire. My
cock throbs in my pants, ready to be freed.
This kiss tops any kiss I’ve ever had. I
know without a doubt that messing
with this man is going
to ruin me. I’ve never anticipated being ruined until now.
He forces himself away from
me and stares deep in my eyes.
“Tomorrow.”
There’s
never been so much promise,
possibilities, and hunger put into one word.
He turns on his heel and leaves.
About the Author
Isabel Lucero is the author of the
romantic suspense novel The Secrets That We Keep and the bestselling erotic
romance books Living in Sin, Unforgivable Sin, and Sins & Mistrust; books
one, two, and three in The Escort Series.
She was born in a small town in New
Mexico and was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her
husband's career in the Air Force. She's been married for eleven years to the love
of her life and Jr. High School sweetheart. Together they have two of the best
and most beautiful kids in the world.
Isabel's love for reading is anything but
new, she's been reading since before she was a teenager.
She’s a multi-genre author, tackling
genres such as romantic suspense, erotic romance, crime drama, and contemporary
romance.
She currently lives overseas and is
constantly coming up with new book ideas, so keep an eye open for new stories
coming your way. Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in
general. You can find her on her personal website, Facebook, Twitter, and
Instagram.
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