A Virgin Enslaved 2

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Small town girl Beth Tyrell is in a dream relationship with her handsome billionaire boyfriend, Chris Morton. The sex is stupendous, their burgeoning love a marvel, and it’s all Beth can do to put the brakes upon moving too fast. To make matters more complicated, she has a new job, and her gorgeous new CEO boss may be putting the moves on her.

Then her whole world caves in when Chris’s ex-girlfriend, Selena, emerges from the dead.

Selena is not any ordinary ex-girlfriend. She was the one who emotionally damaged Chris when their teacher-student relationship was busted. And now she rises from her mysterious disappearance eighteen years ago with a sole name on her fevered mind: “Christopher Morton.”

Has Selena come to claim what is hers? And will Beth let Chris go without a fight?

A VIRGIN ENSLAVED 2, a 34,000-word erotic romance novel, is the sequel to A VIRGIN ENSLAVED.

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“Elizabeth Tyrell? Please have a seat.”

“Thank you.”

He composes himself behind the desk.

“Can I get you some coffee?” he says solicitously. “Some mints?”

I suppress a smile. “I’m supposed to be getting you the coffee and mints, sir. That is, if I’m hired.”

“We’ll see about that,” he says with a smile.

I don’t know if it is meant to be flirtatious, and so I quickly hand him my portfolio. He spends some time reading it.

“Interesting. Very interesting.” He doesn’t sound patronizing at all. He looks up, his blue eyes crinkling. “I see you’ve worked for Morton Enterprises.”

“Yes.”

“For a very brief period.” His gaze is knowing. “He has quite a reputation with his PAs, Christopher Morton. Your departure wouldn’t have been something to do with that now, would it?”

I flush. “Actually, sir – ”

“Please call me Boyd.”

“Actually, Mr. Boyd, it does.” I take a deep breath. Might as well come clean. “Mr. Morton and I are . . . dating. That is why I resigned from the company. It was because I didn’t want to compromise my professional ethics.”

Boyd’s pale blue eyes flare open in surprise. “Oh. That’s a new one.” He shakes himself to seemingly recover. “Woah, that caught me like a curveball from left field. Chris Morton is going out with you?”

He says this in the way that one would say ‘Did an alien really land in your backyard?”

I’m a little cheesed off. Why wouldn’t Chris Morton go out with me? I’m not that unattractive. I know I’m not Taylor, Chris’s beautiful ex-fuck buddy, but I don’t exactly have a spare thumb growing out of my nose either.

“Do you have a problem with that, sir?”

“Uh, no. It’s just that Chris Morton has a – ”

“Reputation, I know, but he’s trying to come clean now. And he has been trying for months.” I lick my lips. Why do I sound so defensive on behalf of Chris?

But I am. Chris deserves to have the benefit of the doubt. He has been wonderful for the past six months. He has been the perfect, attentive boyfriend, and I certainly can’t complain about the copious amounts of sex I’m getting.

Boyd’s eyes linger on my face, my lips.

I blush again.

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The Pretend Boyfriend 4

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 15 AND AMAZON TOP 100 EROTICA BESTSELLING SERIES CONTINUES!

Brian Morton is in serious trouble. The woman who accused him of rape, Delilah Faulkner, has offered to cut him a ‘deal’. She will drop all charges against his ‘pretend’ girlfriend, Sam, if he agrees to have sex with her. Repeatedly. Right up till his trial.

The cornered Brian hesitantly agrees. After all, he is willing to do anything for Sam. But one thing leads to another, and soon, Delilah wants a whole lot more than he is willing to give.

Meanwhile, Sam mistakenly thinks that Brian has taken up with Delilah. Blindsided with jealousy, she falls into the arms of her hunky gym employee.

With the trial looming up, can Brian and Sam save themselves in time?

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 4, a 24,000-word erotic romance short novel, is the final volume in the series.

The Pretend Boyfriend 3

AN UNSPOKEN LOVE BETWEEN TWO PEOPLE WHO WOULD DO ANYTHING FOR EACH OTHER, BUT WON’T ADMIT IT.

Things are not looking good for Samantha Fox and her ‘partner’, the gorgeous former playboy, Brian Morton. Their new gym is not attracting customers, thanks to a crushing campaign from a rival gym. Having sunk all his money into Sam’s dream, Brian is almost destitute.

To top it off, Brian’s rape trial is coming up. Believing that he was set up, Sam is determined to expose the truth. She secretly engineers a series of events to befriend Delilah Faulkner, the woman who accused Brian of raping her.

But things do not go as planned. Sam finds herself in more trouble than she has bargained for. Can Brian uncover the truth in time and save Sam from herself?

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 3 is a 24,000-word erotic romance short novel.


BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

The Pretend Boyfriend
The Pretend Boyfriend 2
The Pretend Boyfriend 3

EXCERPT:

This is the main reason why he has managed to remain monogamous to Sam, he tells himself.

He has not been mono-amorous since he started having sex in the tenth grade. Not that he had told Sam he was sleeping only with her. It would ruin his reputation, and he has to preserve it where Sam is concerned lest she gets ideas.

Something in his chest squirms when he thinks of her. Something he doesn’t want to (is afraid to) acknowledge. He’s happy when he’s with her, even with the weight of the world straddled upon his shoulders.

It’s almost as though she’s enough for him. And all the trappings the world has once offered – money, unlimited sex with anonymous strangers – seem to fade into obscurity. He wonders why he needed them in the first place.

Like this new trainer at the gym, for example.

He had let Sam do all the hiring because the gym was more her thing than his. More importantly, he wants to lay low for a while. He’s afraid that his (public) involvement may send out the wrong perceptions and cause disrepute to the gym.

Besides, he doesn’t want to be partial to hiring only curvy blondes.

The trainer’s name is Lydia. She is a brunette who has streaked her hair purple. It’s a deep purple that is almost black, so you can’t tell the purple tints apart unless she stands under some fluorescent light.

After Sam has given them all her pep talk, Lydia sidles up to him.

“So,” she says casually, “I hear you’re Brian Morton. You own this place.”

“Along with Ms. Fox, your employer. I’m the silent partner.”

She’s smiling at him in a coy, seductive way, and he smiles back – carefully. Wouldn’t want the staff to think one of the partners is standoffish.

“You’re famous,” she says. “Everyone here is talking about you.”

“All the more reason for you to stay away, else I might do something you’ll regret,” he deadpans.

She laughs. “I’m not afraid of you. No one here is. We all know you didn’t do it.”

“Whatever happened to guilty unless proven innocent?”

“You can’t scare me.” Her eyes rake him up and down. “You know, you’ve got a good body. But I can make it even better.”

“How?” he challenges her. It’s not an encouragement. He’s not even flirting. He just wants to see where this goes.

“I could be your personal trainer. Five times a week. For free. Call it up sucking up to the boss.”

“I’m not your boss. She is.” He jerks his chin towards Sam, who is talking to one of the hunky trainers. A twinge of irrational jealousy strikes him, and then it passes. He has no right to chide Sam for talking – or doing anything else – with someone else she finds attractive. After all, they are both free spirits, and he has as much claim on her as she has on him.

“But you’re an equal partner.”

“Who told you that?”

“She did.” Lydia jerks her head towards Sam. “She seems to think very highly of you, and she mentions you any way she gets. She refers to you as ‘her partner’. Does it mean more than I think it does?’

“Office gossip is so passé.”

“We’re not in the office.”

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The Pretend Boyfriend 2

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 15 AND AMAZON EROTICA TOP 100 SERIES CONTINUES!

Perky Samantha Fox and the gorgeous lothario with a secret heart of gold, Brian Morton, are now lovers and best friends - except for the unspoken love and lack of commitment between them. Brian considers it 'hanging out'. Sam has to take what she can get, because she's about to tackle something bigger - if she doesn't do what her new boss demands, she will lose her precious job.

Enter a mysterious woman. She is hell bent to destroy Brian for his past transgressions.

When a series of strange circumstances leads Brian to invite a woman into his apartment, he wakes up the next morning - dazed and confused, with no memory of what occurred the previous night. The police barge in and arrest him. Brian is accused . . . of rape.

Sam and Brian are about to lose everything they hold dear unless they can find a way to brave the coming storm together.

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND 2 is a 26,000-word erotic romance short novel.


BOOKS IN THIS SERIES

The Pretend Boyfriend
The Pretend Boyfriend 2

EXCERPT:

There's a pounding in his head that he can't get away from. Someone is hammering nails into the base of his skull. A splitting headache like a hundred hangovers rolled into one comes charging through the noise, breaking through the barriers of murkiness and haze and dreams filled with shadowy figures that are wraiths and yet not wraiths.

He claws through the murk and tries to open his sleep-encrusted eyes. Shapes swim into being. A vivid red and gold pattern assails his vision, and he realizes that he is face down on his own lounge carpet. To be precise, his one hundred thousand Persian weave. The house-warming present from his billionaire uncle's wife.

He raises his head. There is a persistent knocking on his front door. He groans. His body feels as though a steamroller has flattened it. He raises himself to his elbows.

The door bursts open and feet clatter into his apartment. Black boots, regulation style.

"Mr. Morton?" says an unfamiliar voice.

Brian squints into the light, dazed. Outside, the sun is streaming through the ceiling-to-floor glass windows. He holds a hand up to block out the light. He thought he had drawn the fucking curtains.

"Yes?"

"You are under arrest."

The rest of his Miranda rights are lost in the drone of the officer's voice as hands jerk his naked body up, and his wrists are cuffed behind his back. Brian stares in horror at the ruins of the evening. Broken glass coffee table. Scattered shards of glass everywhere. Smashed three thousand dollar lampstand. Torn curtains.

His clothes strewn all over the floor.

And a torn silken bathrobe crumpled in a heap beside them.

What? What? What? What? A ship is plowing through the mists of his brain - a flotsam of memories struggling to come to the surface, like a shipwreck victim clawing for air. And failing miserably to ascend.

Something cuts through his bare feet. He lifts his right leg up and stares at his sole.

Blood.

Embedded glass fragments.

And that's not the only damage to his body. The bloody trails of four fingernails have been raked and imprinted upon his chest.

What the fuck happened here?

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND

 

 

THE BARNES AND NOBLE TOP 50 BESTSELLING SERIES CONTINUES WITH ANOTHER MEMBER OF THE MORTON FAMILY!

Samantha Fox is awkward, clumsy and totally in need of a new boyfriend by this weekend. Her younger, prettier sister is getting engaged . . . and all set to make "old maid big sister" Sam feel all crummy and shelved.

Enter Brian Morton. He is bewilderingly gorgeous, fantastically rich, razor-tongued snarky and utterly promiscuous. He was also the bully who made Sam's middle school life a living hell.

A series of bizarre circumstances culminates in Brian losing a bet. His punishment? To be Sam's slave for the weekend . . . and to do anything she wants. Sam has just found her pretend boyfriend for her sister's party. And Brian has just found that the woman he used to call 'Jaws' in school (for her braces) packs a helluva bite.

THE PRETEND BOYFRIEND is a 25,000-word erotic romance short novel. It chronicles the cat-and-mouse start of Sam and Brian's unusual but engaging romance.

Excerpt:

Caleb looks up. "Uh oh."

Brian turns his head to gaze at what his best friend is looking at.

A thundercloud of a woman storms into the poker room. She has a mass of appealing brown curls that make her look blow-dried and ditzy, but nevertheless extremely attractive. She has a cute button nose, so he would guess her age to be under twenty-five. Her complexion is slightly freckled. She gives off the aura of being passionate, robust and healthy - with a clear zest for life.

And her eyes. She has the most incredibly mesmerizing eyes. They are a vivid blue, and so large that he thinks he can drown in them forever.

Careful, he warns himself.

Oh boy, but she's so fuckable. He wonders if she would make a pass at him - in which case, he would drag her into the pool room, clear everyone out and fuck her on the table immediately amid all the colored balls rolling around. Hell yeah, he can even imagine the table creaking and groaning under their collective weights. Balls rushing into their pockets everywhere as he sinks himself repeatedly into her.

It's amazing. He had just fucked somebody a mere hour ago, and he now has a raging hard-on under the table. The familiar rising of his cock sends the entire crotch area of his jeans into massive strain. Enough strain to pop his zipper.

But he can't help it. Whoever this woman is, she's just fucking adorable.

She's staring at him.

Great.

They all do.

Her eyes flash blue fire as she strides up to him, still seated at the poker table. Everyone's eyes are riveted upon her.

"Brian Morton?" she says.

Behind her, a gaggle of women - including the brunettes who were eyeing him from the bar and the blonde he had just fucked - troop into the room, hanging around the doorway bemusedly to watch.

"Yes?"

"Did you go to St. Theresa Academy? Around thirteen years ago?"

"Give or take a few, yeah."

She's very close to him. He can smell her perfume - a light summer scent that brings daisies and bright meadows to mind. He smiles up at her. That cocksure, predatory smile that renders women, so he has been told, weak at the knees.

Oh, she wants him. He can tell.

She says, "Good. Because there's something I want to give you."

With that, she draws back her fist and punches him right in the face.