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Dark desires…Deadly secrets…Devious
deceptions…Nothing is exactly as it seems in INSIDIOUS, the new erotic thriller
from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig.
BLURB
When a powerful man is willing to risk everything for his own satisfaction,
only one woman can beat him at his own game: his wife. Or so she thinks…
“Let’s start with you calling me Stewart.
Formalities seem unnecessary.”
Stewart Harrington is rich, gorgeous, and one of the most powerful men in
Miami. He always gets what he wants. Anything is available to him for the right
price.
Even me.
Being the wife of a mogul comes with all the perks, but being Mrs. Stewart
Harrington comes with a few special requirements. I’ve learned to keep a part
of myself locked away as my husband watches me submit to his needs. But the
more he demands of me, the more beguiled he becomes and that’s to my advantage.
So I keep fulfilling his fantasies and following his rules because he doesn’t
know that what he’s playing is really my game. And winning is everything,
right?
Insidious is a stand-alone novel and the first
Tales from the Dark Side title. Due to the dark and explicit nature of this
book, it is recommended for mature audiences only.
I began to turn toward him, to stop the uneasy feelings his
proximity spurred, when he stopped me: his tenor left no room for compromise.
“Don’t turn around.”
Involuntarily, I shuddered at his command.
“Put your hands on the window. Let me see those pretty
little fingers.”
I’d never heard a man speak with such unquestioning
authority. Obediently, I splayed my fingers on the cool glass before me,
thankful I’d left my purse on the sofa. Caging me within his arms, his hands
came to rest beside mine. The contrast in size was startling as his deep voice
exhaled breathily onto my neck.
His lips brushed my neck. Instead of fighting, I tilted my
head back against his chest to give him better access.
Sighing, he moaned. “Damn, girl, you’re sexier up close than
I ever imagined. Do you know how hot that answer was?” His fingers that had
just painfully twisted my hard nub caressed my same breast. Suddenly, his touch
was warm and electric. “You may be frightened, but it’s not of me, it’s of what
you’re feeling. Your nipples are telling me you’re feeling the same thing I am.
They’re saying that you like this.” With both hands on my breasts, he’d lowered
the top of my dress fully exposing me to the window. Thankfully, we were
stories above the city. “Do you know how else I know you’re aroused?”
Forming words had become increasingly difficult. Therefore,
I shook my head.
“I smell it, and darling, you smell fantastic. I bet you
taste fantastic.”
“Because, after I share my beautiful fiancée with the world,
I’m going to bring you back here and bury my face in that perfect pussy. The
next time you come, it won’t float in a tub. No, darling, it will cover my
tongue, my lips, and my chin. I’ll be dripping with your sweet juices.”
Oh, my God!
“And you will not be sighing contently, as you just did. No,
you will be calling out—screaming out—my name. Because as of today, that’s your
job, to come, to show me how amazingly sexy you are. Because this little orgasm
was nothing like what will overtake you when we get home.”
I was shocked and appalled at his candor, and, at the same
time, I was freak’n turned on and hot as hell.
About the Author
Aleatha Romig is a New York Times and USA Today bestselling
author who lives in Indiana. She grew up in Mishawaka, graduated from Indiana
University, and is currently living south of Indianapolis. Together with her
high-school sweetheart and husband of twenty-eight years, they've raised three
children. Before she became a full-time author, she worked days as a dental
hygienist and spent her nights writing. Now, when she's not imagining
mind-blowing twists and turns, she likes to spend her time with her family and
friends. Her pastimes include reading and creating heroes/anti-heroes who haunt
your dreams!
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