Thank you for all the great responses to The
Naughty Corner. I appreciate all the emails and Facebook comments
telling me how much you loved the book! Thank you for all the support!
I want to introduce you to the new and improved Revenge
Sex! West Coast Book 1 has a had a facelift and a revamp, even a title
change! Unfortunately Amazon didn’t like the word sex in the title, and they blacklisted Revenge Sex, taking it
out of the search engine. So now it’s simply Revenge, and it has a fabulous new
cover!
And I’ve edited the story again. I wanted to read the
whole series before I wrote The Other Man, Book 4. It was pretty
fun reading Clay and Jessica’s story again! To celebrate getting back in the
Amazon search engine, I’m making Revenge free for the month.
Here’s a blurb and naughty excerpt to whet your appetite.
Tough, autocratic CFO Clay Blackwell strikes both fear and
loyalty into the hearts of his employees. But he’s got one quirk no one at high-tech
Silicon Valley company West Coast Manufacturing knows: he loves the idea of his
live-in girlfriend Ruby being with another man...then coming home to him for
the best time of his life as she describes every naughty detail. He’s got only three
stipulations: no coworkers, no other man in their own home, and she always has
to tell him when she has a date. The problem? What to do with a “hotwife” who
has all the freedom any woman could want, but still can’t follow three simple
rules.
Jessica Murphy has the utmost respect and admiration for her
alpha male CFO. She also has wild fantasies about Clay every night. Not that
she’d ever tell anyone. Until she walks in on Clay’s girlfriend Ruby getting
wild with Bradley the financial analyst right on Clay’s desk.
After that, all bets are off and a little revenge is the
name of the game. Ruby thinks she’ll placate Clay by telling him he can be with
another woman to pay her back for all her rule-breaking. When Jessica learns
about that, she makes up her mind to seduce her sexy boss for keeps, not just
one night of revenge.
But can she become the more-than-one-man woman Clay
Blackwell wants? Or will his desires tear them apart?
Revenge
Copyright 2011 by Jasmine Haynes
Jessica puffed
out a sharp breath. “I don’t know exactly how to bring this up, so I’m just
going to say it.” She inhaled as if she needed the extra air. “I saw Ruby
having sex with Bradley on your desk two nights ago.”
Clay opened his
mouth, shut it again. His chest was suddenly tight, and his only thought was
that she must have been mistaken. “That’s not possible.”
Ruby liked to
flirt with his rules, but there were two he was sure she would never break.
First, she was never to date anyone from work, and second, no sex at the
office. Those circumstances could be compromising, especially since they were
both employed at West Coast. It was a small company, prone to gossip, and their
sex life was private and separate. She would not have sex at the office, not in
his office, and certainly not with
Bradley Palmer.
“Open the
bottom drawer.” Jessica pointed to the left-hand side of his desk.
He slid it
open, saw nothing.
“Check at the
back,” she said.
He bent
slightly to see. Something purple. Lacy. Miniscule. He pulled out the thong
Ruby had worn on Wednesday. The thong she said she’d left behind in a hotel
room as a memento. Knowing she was going on a date, he’d watched her dress that
morning.
Maybe she’d put
it there Thursday morning for him to find later, so they could do a little
reliving. But then he remembered the photo of his sons. Thursday morning he’d
found it knocked over, by the cleaning staff, he’d assumed. Now, there was
another possibility. His blood pumped faster.
“She told me
that you know about the things she does,” Jessica went on as if he’d been
silent way too long. “And that you’re okay with it all. But I wasn’t sure...”
She trailed off uncertainly.
Goddammit.
There was no doubt now, and he was pissed Ruby had put him in this position.
“Sit down.” He indicated the chair Jessica had just vacated.
She sat,
perched primly on the edge, her knees jiggling again. “I know it’s not my
business, but if you don’t know about it, I just couldn’t stand by,” she
prattled on.
He held up the
panties. “And these?”
She rolled her
lips between her teeth and chewed on them a moment. “She left them behind, and
I put them there as evidence.”
Jesus. How
could Ruby be so stupid as to flaunt their unconventional sex life?
How could she
fuck Bradley Palmer? Her bad taste was the worst crime of all.
“I realize it
must have been a shock,” he said, obviously understating. “I’m sorry you were
caught in the middle. But Ruby is right, I do know.” He wasn’t defending; he
simply refused to lie about it.
Except that
Ruby wasn’t supposed to pull this kind of crap at work. She wasn’t supposed to
do it at home either. He didn’t want one or both of his sons walking in. Sure,
they were in high school—he had them two weekends every month—but they didn’t
need to know about anything he and Ruby did.
All Ruby had
needed to do was show a little discretion.
“Oh,” Jessica
said. Emotions flitted across her face. Confusion, consternation, then
condemnation.
He didn’t know
why he let that look bother him. He’d always known how other people would react
to his kinky desires. He was divorced because of it. In heated moments, he and
his ex had occasionally fantasized about her being with other men, but when he
finally said he’d like to do it for real, she’d frozen him out.
With that very
look Jessica wore now.
Goddamn Ruby
for doing this.
Jessica stood,
hugging her folder to her chest. “I don’t understand,” she said, bewildered
like a child faced with her first dead goldfish. “Don’t you feel cheated?”
He couldn’t say
that love had never entered into it with Ruby; that was between Ruby and him.
“I’m not wired like most men.” Yet he knew it would explain nothing. Jessica
couldn’t understand. His ex-wife had never understood his needs. In the end,
she left because of them.
Jessica seemed
to gulp down air. “How can you let her do that to you?”
He rose to look
down on her. Her gaze was stricken. He realized she’d allowed this to torment
her for two days. On his behalf. “She didn’t do it to me. She didn’t hurt me. It’s the way I like it.”
She dropped the
folder to her side and stared at him as if he weren’t the man she’d worked
for—and hopefully admired—for the past three years. He actually felt
diminished.
Jessica finally
looked away. “She said it turns you on.”
“It does,” he
admitted. He owed her the truth after what Ruby had put her through.
“She said”—she
licked her lips—“that you love to have sex with her afterwards.”
Her mouth
glistened. Her eyes were a deep blue, the pupils wide. A blush colored her
cheeks. She was breathing faster, a pulse fluttering at her throat. And beneath
the blouse, her nipples were hard peaks.
Looking at her,
he was inexplicably hard. It wasn’t about Ruby; it was suddenly about Jessica,
the intimate conversation, his earlier thoughts about her appeal. “I do.”
“Did you have
sex with her when she came home on Wednesday?” she asked softly.
The
conversation was heated, the office walls closer, the desk between them barely
any separation at all. He watched the rise and fall of her breasts. Like a wild
dog, he scented her, too, the faint aroma of arousal and emotion.
“Was it good?”
She spoke with barely a sound, but he read the words on her lips.
He could feel
the sex from that night, and heat suddenly burned all the way to his gut. “Yes,
it was.”
But for a
moment, the woman’s face he saw in his mind, the feel of smooth female flesh
beneath his fingers, the warmth engulfing him, was no longer Ruby. It was
Jessica.
You can
get it before The Other Man Book 4 in the West Coast series comes out. And
Gosh I love The Other Man cover by Rae Monet, just as much as I love the new Revenge cover!
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