I’m thrilled to say the sequel to my interactive romance, Pick Your Pleasure is available today!
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9888124-2-0
Print ISBN: 978-0-9888124-3-7
Ever read a book and wish the heroine hadn’t done that or gone there or slept with that guy? Well, now you’re in charge. The reader decides what happens here.
Tailor your perfect short story or be adventurous and read through all the different paths to see where life can take you…if you choose.
Go ahead, pick your pleasure.
Henry Emerson has spent a decade hiding his identity. In the light of day he’s a protector, head of security for a close friend. At night, he’s the owner of an elite sex club, Underground.
But when he meets Brooklyn, who bridges both existences—socialite and subterranean wildcat—he begins to wonder if it’s possible to find everything he needs in one woman.
Where will they forge their bond? In the light of day or the dark of night? It’s up to you.
“Well, then. Since you’re no longer my employee, I can do what I’ve been wanting to for a while. Ask you out. Would you rather our first encounter be on familiar ground? Or do you want me to take you away from here right now, somewhere private?” Henry’s question flowed over
her like smooth whiskey, intoxicating and poisonous if overindulged in.
“What an ego you have!” Brooklyn sneered.
“More like instinct. Don’t kiss me back and I’ll let you go,” he whispered to her as he settled his lips over hers and infused the taste of spice and man into her evening.
Resolute, she kept her mouth firm, unyielding as her spine, which stayed ramrod straight in his grasp. Warm fingers stroked the taut muscles of her back as he continued to persuade her to
open for his tongue. The talented muscle prodded the seam of her grimace.
She was hanging tough until she allowed her eyes to drift open. The up-close-and-personal glimpse of the intensity in Henry’s gaze did her in.
Finally, some emotion.
Startled, she let out a tiny gasp—enough opportunity for him to weasel his way inside and deepen their kiss. The soft pulls of his mouth as he sucked on her lower lip resonated through her
Moisture gathered between her legs, washing away her resistance.
When Henry groaned into her mouth, she realized she had begun to return his advance,meeting him lick for lick with her tongue. Leaning into his secure embrace, she didn’t worry once that he’d let her fall when she dedicated herself to stealing a single taste of the forbidden.
And damn was it worth it. More decadent than a triple-layer chocolate cake.
The rake of his teeth had her slanting her mouth over his to fuse them more tightly, though such a thing would have been impossible given how he’d wrapped her in his arms as if they were a boa constrictor. She didn’t complain about being tucked to his toned body.
Not until he shattered her euphoria and brought her crashing back to reality by separating them enough to give her a glimpse of his shit-eating grin.
“Come on, Brooklyn. Don’t deny you feel this chemistry too. I can see your hard nipples through your uniform.” Henry singed her with a stare at her chest.
Not lewd or degrading, more matter-of-fact, yet lascivious all the same.
She swallowed hard. If she was going to sacrifice her job—the only thing she loved to do, and excelled at in the world—she might as well make it worth it. Then she’d have the satisfaction of walking away from him and his club at the end of the night.
Or maybe the weekend.
Something told her they’d need at least that long to work this adrenaline-fueled attraction out of their systems.
Worrying about the rest could come later.
“What will it be?” Henry purred against her neck. “Where do you want me to take you?”
Saying no wasn’t an option. Because if nothing else, she was honest with herself. This man was exactly what she’d been craving for two long years. He was the reason she’d denied herself a personal lover outside the realm of her duties.
“Come on, Brooklyn.” He didn’t give her a chance to spook and change her mind. His thigh pressed between hers and she shivered. “Where will I make you mine?”
If Brooklyn said Right here, click here or search for Home Turf (2A).
If Brooklyn said Somewhere else, click here or search for Let’s Jet (2B).