Jett Fox has been surrounded by women his entire life. He knows what makes them tick, how to make them feel beautiful, and how to work their feminine wiles to his advantage. Honing sexuality is in his blood.
It's his gift.
Jett is accustomed to women eating out of the palm of his hand, but when a tall, mysterious, redheaded goddess strolls into Mansion - his domain - the eccentric Dom finds himself enamored. She becomes an obsession in his dark, secretive, and dangerous underworld - a world that appears one way on the outside but is entirely different within.
Forced to maintain the ruse at all costs, he'll walk a treacherous line between allegiance and lust, deliberately deceiving the one woman who means anything to him.
But the mysterious redhead has secrets of her own - secrets inlaid so deep they could threaten to tear both their hearts, and worlds, and livelihoods apart.
You've been claimed by Kayne...seduced by Juice... now it's time to live Elicitly with Jett.
M. Never resides in New York City. When she's not researching ways to tie up her characters in compromising positions, you can usually find her at the gym kicking the crap out of a punching bag, or eating at some new trendy restaurant.
She has a dependence on sushi and a fetish for boots. Fall is her favorite season.
She is surrounded by family and friends she wouldn't trade for the world and is a little in love with her readers. The more the merrier. So make sure to say hi!
Alice Tribue lives
with her husband and daughter in New Jersey. She has a bachelors degree
in communications and is currently working on her masters degree. She
spends most of her free time reading, writing, and when the weather
permits lounging out on a beach.
Always smiling brightly, she kept going, despite the names her classmates called her behind her back.
She was full of curiosity and independence, the extent of which I could only be jealous of. Even though she had all odds stacked against her, she knew what she wanted from life and pursued it, no matter the cost.
She was completely my opposite in every way.
Perfect, even though she couldn’t see it.
Perfect … until me.
Because this is the story of how I ruined her.
Based on a true story. Standalone Romance. No cliffhanger.
“I needed that …” she murmurs, closing her eyes again. “I know you did.” I smile cheekily. She lets out a long, drawn-out sigh. “Alex Wright … you seem to know everything.” “No, I just know you,” I reply boldly. “Really now?” She opens one eye. “I know you better than you think,” I say. Now, both her eyes are open but hidden underneath thick lashes and a curious frown. “Really? Then what am I thinking right now?” She smirks as her feet dangle below the bench, one swaying, the other unmoving, and there is only one thing I can think of. A tiny leaf that’s fallen on top of her head makes my hand move closer to swipe it away, but I linger. My fingers gently trail along her soft dark blond hair, past her ears and down her cheeks, until they reach her chin. There, I subtly grasp her between my thumb and index finger and lean in, cocking my head. My eyes slowly close, the sound of her short breaths pulling me in. Before I know it, my lips have locked with hers. I don’t know why I’m kissing her. Well, other than the fact that I’ve been madly in love with her all this time. She was just perfect. Perfect, just the way she is. Her scrunched-up face and rosy lips … just had to be kissed. So I did it. I’m actually kissing Maybell Fairweather. I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve only ever kissed one other girl, and that was in kindergarten. I have no fucking clue, but I hope I’m doing it right. She isn’t stopping me or pushing me away, so that’s a good thing. Right? But damn, she tastes so sweet, and her lips are so soft. No wonder everyone likes to do this so much. It feels like it lasts forever. After a while, she needs to take a breath, and our lips unlock. Her eyes wide and her lips parted, still swollen, heavy, much like mine, and all I can think of is kissing her again. Is it so wrong to want the thing I shouldn’t have? She tucks a strand of her wild hair behind her ear, her cheeks turning red as a strawberry, but I like the color. I can’t stop looking at her, but it’s growing awfully silent too. She’s still so close to me; I can feel her warm breath tingle on my skin. “This?” I murmur, as an answer to her question. She bites her lip to stop herself from smiling. “I …” Her smile only makes me feel more bold, so I place my hand on her cheek and pull her even closer. “I just want to make you happy.” I lean in again and press another soft kiss on her lips, the touch exhilarating me. Goose bumps scatter across my skin as I taste her on my lips. My blood rushes through my body to the only spot it can go to, the sudden burst of greed filling me. My pants tighten as my dick flinches from her lips alone. God, I need to stop. This isn’t right. With all the willpower I can muster, I unlatch my lips from hers, her taste still lingering on my tongue. I can smell her perfume too, the scent rubbed off on my cheeks and neck, and it’s making me giddy. Horny. Fuck. I clear my throat as we both turn red as a beet. “Well …” I get up from the bench and turn away for a second to cool down my manly parts. I even think of the delusional grandpa she has for a neighbor just so I can rid myself of this hard-on. Anything to make it go away quicker. When I’ve cooled down, I turn to her and smile. She’s still looking at me. Her lips still parted, her face still in shock mode. I can only hope my guess was right, but I won’t ask. I’ll let her decide. So I hold out my hand and say, “Let’s go back inside.” For a second, she just stares at me, then my hand, and then me again. Her hand slowly reaches for mine. Our fingers entangle. The tip of her lips points upward.
That’s when I know.
Author Bio
Clarissa Wild is a New York Times & USA Today Bestselling author, best known for the dark Romance novel Mr. X. Her novels include the Fierce Series, the Delirious Series, Stalker Duology, Twenty-One (21), Ultimate Sin, VIKTOR, and Bad Teacher. She is also a writer of erotic romance such as the Blissful Series, The Billionaire's Bet series, and the Enflamed Series. She is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
I’m fucked. The life I have lived for the past ten years is built solely on lies and secrets. But I can’t help myself. I’m in love with two different men. And one of them is my brother-in-law. He’s my drug. My fire. My addiction. But he’s married to my best friend. And I’m married to my husband. I’m not ashamed. I have no guilt. None. I’m not fucked. I’m a fucked up person. This is the story of how I ruined my life.
I’m not a good person. In fact, I’m a real bitch. If the
opportunity arises, I will take your husband, give him the best sex he’s ever
had, and laugh behind your back once I’m done with him. I do not put on airs
and graces. I just take what I want whenever I want it.
I am the abused who has become the abuser. I live for power because all power
had been stripped from me for years. Now that I have it back, I feed off of it
like it’s my primary sustenance, and I don’t care who I hurt in the process.
Every woman hates me, but do you know what? I don’t give a shit.
You won’t like me. I’m not here to be liked. You want to know my story? I won’t
stop you from observing. Just know that once I’m done with you, no shower—no
matter how scalding—will ever get me out from under your skin.
Warning: If you’re looking for pink, fluffy clouds, rainbows, and HEA’s, then
this book is not for you. These pages contain flashback scenes of child abuse
in all forms (physical, sexual, and emotional) as well as BDSM and other taboo
themes.
Love does not live in this book. Only dark, twisted, and sick obsessions thrive
here.
You. Have. Been. Warned!
Jaimie Roberts was born in London, but moved to Gibraltar in
2001. She is married with two sons, and in her spare time, she writes.
In June 2013, Jaimie published her first book, Take a Breath, with the second
released in November 2013. With the reviews, Jaimie took time out to read and
learn how to become a better writer.
She gets tremendous enjoyment out of
writing, and even more so from the feedback she receives.
