Indulge by Georgia Cates:
Release Date: August 3
From New York Times, USA Today, and Wall
Street Journal best-selling author, Georgia Cates, comes a steamy new
standalone contemporary romance novel.
Blurb
Beau Emerson is no gentleman.
Those hazel eyes.
That filthy mouth.
That greedy, hard body.
It all equates to one thing. Irresistible.
One look and I know he’ll bruise my lips
and scar my knees. He’ll give me the best nine days of my life while ruining me
in the most beautiful way imaginable. And I’ll let him because he has the power
to talk me into anything.
Except one thing.
Staying.
I have no choice. The things I desire from
him will destroy me in the end. I want more than he’s capable of
giving––something true and beautiful.
He can never know how much of me belongs to
him. Too much is at stake.
Shh … don’t tell him he’s my everything.
My name is Anna James Bennett. And this is
our story.
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Excerpt
Prologue
I sigh as I toss the thick legal envelope across the island
in Meredith’s gourmet kitchen. The proof of my marriage’s dissolution barely
comes to a stop before plummeting over the edge. “It’s final, as of today.”
My best friend, Meredith, squeals. “Yes. This calls for a
celebratory drink.”
The word celebratory implies happiness or joy. That isn’t
the case for me. My husband of twelve months left me for a nineteen-year-old. A
kid. His former student.
Fucker.
He swears nothing happened while she was his pupil.
Liar.
He claims it’s true love.
Dumbass.
Drake’s relationship with Caitlyn is fleeting. She’s an
immature teen who wants to play house. The paint won’t dry on the walls of
their new apartment before she’s ready to bail.
“I’ve been saving this one for a special occasion.” Ahh. A
bottle of Wittmann Westhofener Morstein Riesling. Always rich in body and
texture. My favorite.
Gulp. Gulp. The bottle gurgles as Meredith
pours far more than three ounces. My glass is three-quarters full when she
presses two fingers against the base and glides it across the sleek Carrara
marble toward me. I instantly salivate when the essence of honey, peach, mango,
and flowers invades my nostrils.
Meredith lifts her glass, cueing me to the toast she’s about
to make. “Here’s to the end of an error––your misconception that Drake Langston
was a knight in shining armor rather than what he really is—a turd in tinfoil.”
“I know that’s the truth.” I tap my glass against hers
before taking the first sip of dry, fruity goodness. Damn, that’s good stuff.
“Capone made sure you got everything you wanted?”
Alec Capone is the most successful divorce attorney in
Georgia. He should be with a name like that. “I got more than I wanted,
including custody of Little Bastard, since Drake relinquished ownership of him.
Caitlyn’s allergic.” I’m epically pissed off about him dumping his cat on me.
“Are you keeping the lil’ guy?”
“I haven’t decided.” Kermit, AKA Little Bastard, has no love
for me. Doesn’t matter that I’ve been the one who has fed him his every bite,
changed his litter box every time, taken him to the vet for every visit, even
the time he was deathly ill from eating part of my foam flip-flop.
“You won’t have a problem if you decide to re-home him. He’s
beautiful. Plenty of cat lovers would take him just because he’s a Bengal.”
Kermit was Drake’s trophy cat. Pretty to look at and that’s
about it. Much like Caitlyn.
I have no emotional connection to Little Bastard. I’ve tried
to bond but he’s resistant. That’s why I’m so surprised by the way I feel when
I think of giving him away. He’s
resistant to loving me. Just like Drake.
“I got my name back.” That’s what I wanted most. Bennett. My
daddy’s name.
The wrinkle in Meredith’s brow serves as a warning. It’s
always a prelude to something serious. “I understand those papers feel like a
painful ending but that’s because they’re disguising what today is. A new
beginning. Grayson and I think it’s important for you to treat this as a fresh
start.”
Meredith disappears into the dining room and returns with a
gift bag covered in curly ribbon and filled with tissue paper.
“Your divorce gift. Read the card first.”
I open the envelope and read the message aloud.
“Congratulations on your divorce. We hated him.”
“No secret there.” I already knew Meredith and Grayson
despised Drake.
I rip into the bag, tossing aqua and lime tissue paper in
every direction. I’m worse than a child when it comes to tearing into gifts.
I take out each item and place it on the countertop.
Sunscreen. Ray-Bans. The ridiculously expensive bikini I lusted for at that
expensive boutique in Buckhead. And condoms.
“Sur…prise. Grayson and I are taking you to Jamaica with us
next month.”
Umm … not just no. “Forget it. Not happening.”
“Oh, it’s happening. We’ve already booked two suites and
your airline ticket. First class.”
She’s out of her mind. I’m not going to that place. “Cancel one. Unless you and Grayson plan to use
separate suites.”
“Can’t cancel. It’s Wicked Week at the resort so both rooms
had to be paid for in full. Nonrefundable.”
This is her way of guilting me into doing what she wants.
She thinks I’ll say yes if her money won’t be returned. “You’re so wrong for
doing this to me.”
“You need a getaway and we knew you’d never agree otherwise.
Don’t be mad.”
I’m not mad. I’m pissed. I’ve already made plans for the
next three months. “I’m taking a second job while school’s out for summer.
There’s no way an employer will give me vacation time four weeks after hiring
me.”
“Maybe not, unless your bosses are Meredith and Grayson
Faulkner. Come to work for us and we’ll guarantee you the time off. There won’t
be a reason in the world you can’t go.”
Right. No reason in the world unless you consider the fact
this all-expenses-paid vacation is for a getaway at a hedonism resort. A
freaking no-holds-barred sex retreat.
I’m neither a hede nor a swinger.
Meredith Faulkner has been my best friend since ninth grade.
We’ve been through thick and thin. There’s nothing she and I haven’t shared,
apart from one huge exception.
Meredith and Grayson practice hedonism. They chase pleasure
in any form it presents. They’re also part of a local community known to many
as the lifestyle. They’re swingers.
Wife Swappers.
Whatever floats their boat is fine by me. I don’t judge. But
hedonism and swinging ain’t my thang. I’m not into casual sex. I prefer
intimacy with a man I love, and always within the boundaries of a committed
relationship.
Call me old-fashioned but I need more than a physical
connection. A quick fuck with a person I’ve just met isn’t my cup of tea.
Neither is having sex with someone else while my husband watches. Or the other
way around.
“Don’t be worried about the money. Indulge is all-inclusive.
You won’t be out a dime.”
I am cash-strapped but Meredith knows my resistance is
unrelated to my financial status. “I don’t practice hedonism and I’m not a
swinger. I have no business going to Indulge.”
“It’s Jamaica, mon! There are plenty of activities that have
nothing to do with hedonism or swinging.” She picks up the top of the bikini
she just gifted me and holds it up over my shirt. “Think of how great you’ll
look on the beach in this.”
I’m not denying I need an escape from this hell I call
reality but I don’t want it to be at Indulge, even if all expenses are paid.
“Seeing you and Grayson with other people will be a problem for me.”
“Then we’ll ensure you don’t.”
“What kind of things would there be for me to do?”
“Let me grab my laptop and I’ll show you.”
The website for Indulge makes it appear to be a classy
establishment. But looks can be deceiving. “This isn’t what I was expecting.”
“Hedonism resorts are like anything else. There are
different levels. Go to a hundred dollar a night establishment and you’ll get
what you pay for. Indulge is five stars all the way so it’s only the best
accommodations and amenities for its guests.”
Meredith navigates to the page of offered activities. The
list is huge. “You’ve always wanted to try snorkeling and scuba diving.”
“True.” I wanted an island honeymoon where Drake and I could
do those things together. He took me to the mountains instead, the last place I
wanted to go, because it was cheaper.
“I know you don’t think so but this is your kind of
vacation, Anna James. The pools are luxurious. The beaches are white with the
bluest water you’ve ever seen. You’re provided with all the alcohol and food
you can hold. Calories don’t count there.”
“Well, that changes everything.”
“The service is magnificent. You can lie on the beach, in
this new bikini, and have drinks brought to you by a handsome cabana boy. Who
wouldn’t enjoy that?”
I imagine the serenity of being on a Jamaican beach. I
envision the sun warming my skin. It lightly glistens with sweat but I’m not
hot because the breeze cools me when it blows against my sun-kissed skin. The
rush of the waves rolling in and out is steady. It’s my favorite sound in the
world. A perfect recipe for relaxation.
My lovely imagery is interrupted by a notion—some old naked
coot standing beside me where I’m sunbathing on a lounger. I look over to see
who’s blocking the sun and his spunk spitter is staring me down. “I don’t want
some dude’s frank ’n beans in my face.”
Meredith bursts into laughter. “Despite what you think, the
men don’t go around shaking their balls like maracas.”
“I won’t be hounded?” That would piss me off. And completely
ruin my good time.
“You’re a beautiful woman. I don’t think it’s possible for
you to not be propositioned.”
I’ve spent my life being compared to a life-size version of
Barbie. Long blonde hair, blue eyes, but petite. At five four, I don’t have
those mile-long, lean legs like the doll.
I’ve never had a problem with men finding me attractive.
Except my own husband. I must have aged
out for him since he likes ’em young.
“There’s a policy in place and everyone adheres to it. All
you have to say is ‘I appreciate your interest, but no thank you.’ They won’t
bother you after that. Harassment isn’t allowed. Anyone who doesn’t abide by
the rules is made to leave.”
“But what about the one refusing to take no for an answer?”
It never fails. There will be one in the bunch.
“There’s always someone at Indulge who will say yes. They
don’t waste their time on uninterested people.” Well, that makes sense.
I hear the garage door lifting. “Sounds like G’s home.”
Meredith beams. Three years of marriage and she still lights
up like a candle for him. Yet she’ll have sex with another man. Their marriage
is an enigma I don’t think I’ll ever understand.
“Grayson’s comfortable with me going to the resort with
y’all?”
“It was his idea. He wants to do something nice for you. Let
him.”
G’s a good friend. Loyal. Protective. So much so I thought
he was going to kill Drake when he found out what he’d done to me. I adore him
for that; it was nice to know I had someone in my corner.
Grayson enters from the garage and is nearly tackled by
their golden retriever, desperate for his daily dose of petting from his
master. “Hey, Howie. Were you a good boy today?”
“No, he damn sure wasn’t,” Meredith calls outs. “He snuck
into the laundry room and stole my favorite panties from the laundry basket. He
chewed a big-ass hole in the crotch.”
Grayson chuckles loudly before giving Howie one last scratch
behind his ears.
“It’s not funny. It’s the third pair this week.”
My best friend’s husband comes to her and kisses the side of
her face. It’s so loving. Normal. Someone looking in from the outside couldn’t
possibly imagine the things they do behind closed doors. “Howie knows I like
you in crotchless panties.”
Meredith gasps and slaps his arm. “Stop. Don’t say things
like that in front of Anna James.”
Grayson grins in my direction. He’s so handsome. Dark hair
graying at the temples. Bright blue eyes. I wouldn’t dare share him with
another woman if I were Meredith. “My dear wife would totally say something
like that in front of you.”
He’s almost right. “No. She would say much worse.”
Meredith winks at me. “I absolutely would but only because I
can. I’m her best friend.”
Grayson gestures to the gift bag on the counter. “Is AJ
still calling you a friend after opening our gift?”
I pick up the card. “I loved this. And the bikini.”
Grayson smirks. “What about our offer?”
I don’t know what to say. To decline feels like a shitty,
ungrateful thing. To accept feels wrong. Wicked.
“Don’t think about what kind of resort it is or what goes on
there. It’s the change of scenery and escape from life that you need. Think of
it as a palate cleansing.”
All valid points.
A palate cleansing. I like that idea. A lot. “Okay. I’m in.”
Meredith squeals and darts to where I’m sitting. She throws
her arms around me and squeezes tightly. “You’re going to have the time of your
life. This is going to be a getaway you’ll never forget. I guarantee it.”
I’m certain it will be an experience I’ll never forget. Even
when I try.
Now, to find someone to keep Little Bastard.
About the Author
Georgia resides in rural Mississippi with her wonderful husband, Jeff, and their two beautiful daughters. She spent fourteen years as a labor and delivery nurse before she decided to pursue her dream of becoming an author and hasn’t looked back yet.
When she’s not writing, she’s thinking about writing. When she’s being domestic, she’s listening to her iPod and visualizing scenes for her current work in progress. Every story coming from her always has a song to inspire it.
Representation: All questions regarding subsidiary rights for any of my books, inquiries regarding foreign translation and film rights should be directed to Jane Dystel of Dystel & Goderich.
