Tuesday, December 29, 2015

Invisible Ink By Elisabeth Joye Release date December 31, 2015


Invisible Ink

 

 

The Basics:

Title: Invisible Ink

Release Date: Dec. 31, 2015

Genres: Erotic Romance

Heat Level: Erotic

Word count: 36,410

Author: Elisabeth Joye

Cover Design: Amber Lea Easton

Invisible Ink on Amazon: http://myBook.to/invisibleink

 

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Blurb:

Lex has never felt more exposed.

 

She has just allowed Jake Reed, the lead singer of rock band Inkjet, to undress her and tie her to a chair backstage after a show, only to have him leave to go sign autographs.

 

It is the start of a dark, obsessive relationship that will lead Lex, a 20-something public relations professional from L.A., to lose herself almost entirely as she struggles to break through her sexual boundaries without falling in love with Jake, an intimidatingly gorgeous Hollywood actor/rock star who closely guards his emotions.

 

What starts as a series of casual hookups ends up a powerful addiction that will push Lex past all her sexual boundaries as Jake moves repeatedly in and out of her life, making few promises along the way. Lex fights to keep a sense of herself while she succumbs to Jake’s glamorous world and his irresistible allure.

 

Lori's 5+ star review"

This was the first book I've read by Elisabeth Joye and it was amazing!!!!!  Books that start off with hot sex right out of the gate always "peak" my interest, guess cuz I'm a "bad girl"  LOL just kidding(not really :)  But seriously, this book is hot, full  of sex and hot...wait I said that already, but it is HOT!!!! Jake Reed is the lead singer of the band Inkjet and he becomes infatuated with Lexi from the first time he meets her. But he's a rock star and he has rules. He has to be in control at all times, he doesn't do the boyfriend thing and he cannot promise anything except hot sex. Lexi falls hard even after their first encounter, but knows that she cannot expect anything more that great hot sex from Jake. But that doesn't stop her from falling for him secretly in her mind.

How do you go on with your life when someone else has invaded EVERY cell of your body and soul but something happens and makes your world come crashing down?  You try but you can't. You cant get that person off your mind if even for a second, you try to put other people, things etc in their place, but it just doesn't ever work. That is what Lexi has been trying to do for 2 years and for 2 years, she has not been "happy". Until she gets a certified envelope with something inside that changes everything.

 

This book is an amazingly hot steamy sexy story of Jake and Lexi and you need to go pick it up on New Years Eve 2015 to read it for yourself and see for yourself.  I look forward to more books by Elisabeth Joye!!!!

Thank you Elisabeth for the opportunity to read this HOT HOT book before it was released!!!! It is definitely one of my favorite hot sexy reads lately!!!

 

 
 
 
 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author Bio:

Elisabeth Joye used to write about Congress. Now, she writes about sex. A former political journalist, she’s wanted to write a romance novel since she was 12 and finally found the inspiration to do it by incorporating her love of concerts and musicians. Invisible Ink is her first self-published novella.

 

Elisabeth’s philosophy when writing romance is simple – she writes what she thinks is hot and hopes others will, too. She wants to create characters who speak, act and fall in love like real people with issues, flaws and fears. But, above all, the sex is got to be hot.

 

When she’s not writing, Elisabeth is a stay-at-home mom to her four-year-old son. She loves fangirling her favorite celebrities and reading true crime obsessively. She didn’t have a smartphone until 2013 and now couldn’t live without social media and text messaging. She lives in the Midwest with her husband and family.

 

(Photo of the author by SJMacky Photography)

 

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"What are you up to?" I asked.
 
"Stay here, don’t move."
 
He went and flipped on one of the stage lights right on me and then planted himself in a front row seat. I could barely make out his face.
 
"Strip," came his instructions over the microphone.
 
I stood and looked at him blankly for a second.
 
"This is why you brought me here?"
 
"I can’t hear you, but if I could, it doesn’t matter, because no talking, baby girl. You know my rules," he ordered, his soft voice booming through the sound system.
 
I had already proven to him I was up for anything he asked for, so I did as I was told, removing my tank top and jeans and stepping out of my slip-ons.
 
"All of it," he said.
 
The air was cool on my skin, but the lights were hot as hell. I looked around for a minute, over my shoulder and into the wings of the stage.
 
"No one’s here, I checked, don’t worry," he breathed into the mic, his voice lowering.
I took off my underwear and I stood there naked in front of him, exactly what he wanted.
 
"Good. Now, walk the catwalk for me."
 
I shot him an exasperated, confused look.
 
"See that curved path in front of the stage right before the seats? That thing. Walk it."
 
I felt utterly ridiculous as I padded my way down the catwalk and moved back and forth across the crescent-shaped little path that brought me closer to where Jake had perched himself.
 
I concentrated mostly on not falling and trying to look as poised as possible. I could feel his eyes on me from below, burning into me.
 
Then he laughed.
 
It wasn’t into the mic, but I was close enough to him that I could hear him.
 
"God, Jake, don’t be a fucking asshole and laugh at me up here!" I glared at him and he looked so smug. I wanted both to climb on top of him and also to punch him. If I would have known I would be naked on a stage, I would have worn heels or hit the gym more this week or…
 
"I was thinking about how a lot of girls wouldn’t do this if I told them to," he said, smiling. "And if they did, they’d try to…do a stripper show for me or look seductive. But you’re …like…" he searched for the word he wanted to use. “there. You’re real. It’s fucking perfect."
 
"You don’t have to flatter me, Jake," I said, suddenly feeling more exposed. "You already have me. Obviously."’
 
He looked me in the eye for a long time. His stare made the moment suddenly serious. Then he looked me up and down for longer than I was comfortable.
 
"Spin."
 
I did.
 
"Slower."
 
He was silent and I felt sick to my stomach with nerves, overwhelmed with self-conscious fears. He was pushing me too far.
 
I faced him again and stood there, my hand on my hip.
 
"Jesus Christ, Lex," he said. "You’re so fucking hot. And you don’t even know it."
 
I looked down at him, shrugged slightly, and said, "It only matters that you know it, Jake."
 
He smiled big, showing off his perfect teeth.
 
"Is that so?" He stood up and used all his strength to lift himself up on the walkway. He pressed himself up against me, picked me up, and moved us both back to the main part of the stage.
 
My naked skin rubbed against his clothing as I wrapped my body around him, my legs gripping his waist, his hands cupping my bare ass. I kissed his neck lightly and then moved to his lips as he set me down and cupped my ass in his hands.
 
"So you said you wanted to do something I’d never done before," he said, pushing my shoulders down so I knelt on the stage in front of him. "I’ve always wanted to fuck a girl on a stage and where better to do that than the Los Angeles Amphitheater, right?"
 
On my knees, I knew he wanted something else first. A blow job. My stomach flipped again. Although we’d obviously already had a lot of sex, I had tactfully avoided trying to put his erection in my mouth until now.
 
I didn’t have a ton of confidence about my blow job skills in the first place, and his cock was by definition intimidating — larger than average, attached to a famous, super hot guy, and sexually powerful enough to take over my mind and life. It had unwittingly become the center of my universe.
 
Oral sex with Jake would put me in control for the first time. What if I didn’t do what he liked and I was desperate to please him the way he had pleased me.
 
"Don’t worry, I’ll tell you what I want you to do," he said softly, cradling my chin with his long fingers. He was a mind reader.
 
He undid his zipper and lowered his jeans on his hips enough that I had access to his full length.
 
I gripped one hand around the shaft and positioned my mouth around the tip, waiting for whatever instructions he had in mind. But instead of speaking, he grabbed me roughly by my hair and pushed into me as far as he could until I let out a muffled cry.
I closed my eyes and let my tongue dance around while he pulled my head into him and then out again by my hair, slowly at first so I could adjust and then at the pace he wanted.
 
I could not have been more compromised or exposed on a stage meant for an audience of thousands giving a fucking blowjob. But all I could think about was him and my hot breath and his skin against me. The setting fell away and time fell away with it.
 
Excerpt Choice Two (not explicit)
Word Count: 784
 
“So you’re in love with him, right?” Sammi asked as soon as I finished telling her the story of my recent activities with Jake. We were at the pool, soaking in the sun and sipping those cocktails that you don’t realize are getting you drunk until it’s too late.
 
Drunk Sammi was an expert at putting her old reporter skills to good use.
 
“In love with him?” I avoided eye contact, put my blonde locks up in a bun and played with the straps on my bikini. “No. It’s not like that. He’s not even in L.A. right now.”
 
“Well, you should see your face when you talk about him these days,” she said, taking a sip from her pink straw. “You’re in so much trouble, Lexi. I hope you don’t get pregnant.”
 
I laughed. “We always use a condom, Sammi, You know about his manwhore ways.”
 
“Exactly. My point exactly,” she said.
 
Since our night together that turned into a morning together, Jake had been traveling non-stop preparing for another new project. Other than his random text messages, which kept me entertained on fall afternoons when stuck at my desk, I tried not to think about him. He wasn’t around. I didn’t want to waste time missing him.
 
I struggled, however, because as the months passed since our first hookup, he was more and more popular in the press, his face in magazines, in the tabloids and his name on the lips of people that hadn’t even heard of him a year ago.
 
But we weren’t anything serious. We were just a sex thing.
 
I stirred my drink with the straw and thought about Sammi’s “love” comment for a long time, staring up at a the palm tree over my head. “When I’m with him,” I said. “It’s like…the real world doesn’t exist. Thoughts don’t exist.”
 
Sammi sighed and flipped from her back to her stomach.
 
“Trouble,” she said.
 
* * *
 
It was 11 p.m. and my phone buzzed next to me in bed. I was half asleep and rolled over to glance at the screen.
 
"I must have done something wrong in a past life."
 
Another weird text from Jake. I could never be never sure he meant them for me.
 
He was thousands of miles away telling me he had a bad day. Or maybe he had one in a past life?
 
"I must have been a crooked lawyer or a dentist or something," he said.
 
I pictured him lying in bed alone with his phone and found myself missing him. I shook the thought away.
 
"What’s wrong?" I asked back.
 
"It was a long day."
 
"Why?"
 
He didn’t write back for a few minutes.
 
"I just shouldn’t try to debate things with people when I’m exhausted," he wrote. He wasn’t joking or charming me. Maybe he had actual human emotions?
 
“What happened?” I wrote back, trying a third time to get him to tell me.
 
"Send me a pic of u," he said.
 
Of course. Of course he asked for a fucking picture.
 
"Only if you tell me you know for sure who this is," I typed back.
 
"U doubt I know who this is?" he said. "Your name rhymes with S-E-X."
 
I laughed out loud.
 
"And you taste great."
 
"Ok, keep going," I typed. I could be bolder on the phone than I ever could be in person with him. I didn’t have to look into his eyes on the phone. Or risk him touching me and making me forget what air was.
 
"Don’t get greedy," he wrote back.
 
Silence for a long time, then the phone buzzed again.
 
"Where’s my pic?"
 
I didn’t respond.
 
"Ok. I’ll play. You’re a good way to calm myself down,” he wrote.
 
An unlikely compliment from him. I felt uneasy. Before he could type back anything else, I stripped off my shirt and snapped a topless selfie on the bed. After I cropped it and colored it the way I wanted, I pressed send.
 
"Now I don’t feel so calm," he said back. "Goodnight."
 
I stared at the phone for a minute and then at the ceiling for another half hour.
 
Exhausted from tossing and turning, I clicked the screen back to life.
 
"Now I can’t sleep so you owe me,” I wrote.
 
* * *
 
A few days later, a book arrived at my apartment. It was a collection of outdoor photography, no words, only gorgeous pictures. Tucked inside, a typed note.
 
"Next time you can’t sleep, look at this and remember beauty is everywhere. – J"
 
I wondered how many other girls his assistant had sent this book to over the years. Still, I smiled to myself there in my kitchen.
 
 
 

Monday, December 14, 2015

Nothing Ever Lasts by Jasmine Lee

 

 
 
Title - Nothing Ever Lasts
Author - Jasmine Lee
Editor - Adrian J Smith
Formatter - Champagne Formats
Cover Designer - Sheri McGathy
Photographer - Tabitha Patterson
Cover Models - Bri Jay & Lance Jones

 
 
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I’m an asshole.

I got no shame in admitting it, hell my wife knew that first hand after we worked together the first time. It isn’t like I tried to be this candy ass punk of a douche to sweep her off her feet. Why would I waste my fucking time with that bullshit? When I can be a complete asshole and get her on her back.

Crude?

Yeah, something like that. But in the end I don’t give a shit, I got her. Now I just have to figure out how to get her to fall in love with me and to actually give this marriage of ours a shot. If for no other reason than at least for our daughter Emmy.


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Lori's 5+ star review

** spoiler alert ** I loved this book, but most of the way through, I wanted to smack the crap outta Kailee and the way she was treating Boyd. I know he did something wrong, but instead of hiding it, he told her and begged for forgiveness. I wish there were more chapters in Kailee's POV, but I am always a sucker for the male POV. Throughout the whole book, though, I just wanted to smack Kailee upside the head for the way she was treating Boyd. He was trying the best he could to make the marriage work, especially how it came about. But she doesn't ever give him the chance to show her that they could work out.

 
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Hey everyone, (Waves)

Well lets see, I could tell ya a grand story full of A-list celebrities but lets face it, that only happens in books. I'm married and have two kiddos a son who is a avid baseball player and a daughter who is very passionate about horses. I was born and raised in a small country town in Deep East Texas. Not playing the POP is like 300 people!! I love writing/reading and taking pictures. All 3 have been long time hobbies of mine.

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Thursday, December 10, 2015

misconduct by Penelope Douglas

Title: Misconduct
Author: Penelope Douglas
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: December 1, 2015
Organized by: As the Pages Turn
Synopsis

Former tennis player Easton Bradbury is trying to be the best teacher she can be, trying to reach her bored students and trying to forget her past. What brought her to this stage in her life isn’t important. She can’t let it be. But now one parent-teacher meeting may be her undoing…

Meeting Tyler Marek for the first time makes it easy for Easton to see why his son is having trouble in school. The man knows how to manage businesses and wealth, not a teenage boy. Or a young teacher, for that matter, though he tries to. And yet…there is something about him that draws Easton in—a hint of vulnerability, a flash of attraction, a spark that might burn.

Wanting him is taboo. Needing him is undeniable. And his long-awaited touch will weaken Easton’s resolve—and reveal what should stay hidden…


(*STANDALONE, NO CLIFFHANGER*)

Misconduct - Excerpt

I narrowed my eyes, ready to object, but he grabbed my elbow and led me away from the group so fast I nearly stumbled along the brick path.

“What are you doing?” I whispered as he moved his hand to my back, continuing to lead me off the patio and into the house.

But he didn’t answer.

Most of the guests were outside, but there were a few scattered about, browsing around the house, as well as servers gathering food and supplies to refresh the tables.

“Tyler, someone will see us,” I whisper-yelled this time, trying to dig in my heels and stop him.

But once we were past the bustle of the kitchen, he took my hand and pulled me down the dimmed hallway and past the foyer to his den.

He opened the door, dragged me inside, and slammed it closed. Releasing my hand, he walked behind his desk and crossed his arms over his chest, locking eyes with me.

What the hell was wrong with him?

The woman simply wanted an introduction. Did he think I didn’t know how to be discreet? She couldn’t possibly have recognized me.

Or maybe he was angry about my behavior before she arrived. I guess I wasn’t so discreet. 

“What did he say to you?” Tyler barked out. “When he whispered in your ear?”

I cocked my head, choosing to be stubborn.

“Does it matter?” I played.

He shook his head, letting out a bitter laugh. “Not everything that’s in your head needs to come out of your mouth,” he scolded.

Ah, now we were getting somewhere.

“Are you angry because of what I said or because I drew attention to myself?” I inquired, crossing my arms as well. “Maybe I shouldn’t wear any short skirts either.”

He placed his hands palm down on his desk and glared at me. “That’s not what this is about.”

“Right.” I smiled. “Let me guess. I forgot my place. Legs open, mouth closed, right?”

He pulled up, slowly circling the desk and looking down at me. “Don’t be dramatic.”

My skin tingled, and my heart sped up. “What are you really mad about?”

“What did he say say to you?” His full bottom lip was tight with tension.

“I forgot.” I shrugged. “Something about his dick.”

His entire face hardened. “I should’ve hit him.”

“Then why didn’t you?”

“Because I’m not a child!” he bellowed. “I’m an adult who picks his battles. I don’t just run off, half-cocked, no matter how much I wanted to see him bloody for even getting near you.”

“Too bad,” I taunted, a slight smile on my lips. “If you had, I’d be in here on my knees, sucking your dick right now instead of thinking about his.”

His eyes flared, and he bared his teeth. Grabbing me by the jaw in one hand and hovering his lips just over mine, he slowly swung me around and slammed my ass against the desk, the small tray of file folders on the corner spilling to the floor.

My blood raced. Yes.


About Penelope Douglas

Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or...

You know what? It doesn't matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.



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Being Floridian born and bred, Alfie Black didn't usually 'do' winters. Lily Parnell, his girl, was from London and used to seasons. Winter was one of her favorites. As famous musicians both were used to living their lives in the limelight. Alfie, a rock legend, and Lily also a rock star in her own right, were propelled to 'Rock Royalty' just by being together. Add their close friend, Rick Fars, another 'Rock God' into the equation, and it was easy to see how difficult it was to maintain any kind of friendships without the media tagging along looking for the latest scoop. These days one never seemed to be mentioned without the other. However, a rare window of opportunity in all of their schedules arose and so did Alfie's desire. With Christmas only two weeks away and eight days of downtime, Alfie seized it with both hands. Three rockers, alcohol, a cabin in the snow, and time on their hands, how does that go down?
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Jack smirked knowingly at me and shrugged his shoulders. “You’ve never done this before, Alfie? Being a rock star must give you an incredible buzz, but you know what you’re getting each time you step out on that stage, right? All those horny women and frenzied male rock fans who adore you. Wait until you feel the buzz from this, I guarantee you it’s something else. With Mother Nature on the stage, you never know what you’re getting, so you need to be ready to adjust and be resourceful to keep yourself and everyone around you safe on the slope.”
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Corrupt By Penelope Douglas






• • • Corrupt ~ Excerpt • • •

I fell back to my feet and crept through my apartment as I listened to the pounding that had now become a steady attack. My feet followed the sound, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my hallway, my heart racing as the vibrations touched my skin. 

Resting my cheek against the surface, I swallowed the tight lump in my throat as the thumping against the wall grew faster and faster. 

There was someone over there. In the empty apartment. 

Holding up my phone, I dialed the office downstairs but got no answer. I knew there was a night manager named Simon Something- Or -Other, but I didn’t think many people were on duty at night. He must be away from his desk. 

I continued listening, wondering if I could ignore it and just wait until morning to ask the manager about it, but the further down the hall I travelled, the louder it got until I was standing next to the rear entrance. 

Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding the heavy steel exit open just enough to inspect. 

Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I heard a woman ’ s high-pitched cry ring out around me, and I started breathing harder. 

And then there was another cry. And another, and another, and ...
 
Was she having sex? My mouth fell open as I tried not to laugh. 
Oh, my God. 

But I thought the place was supposed to be empty.

 I stepped out, knife in hand — just in case — and walked quietly down to the other door, glancing up and seeing small security cameras along the wall, probably installed when the apartments were built. 

Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitting the wall, and the girl ’ s breathy cries over and over again. 

I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. 

But then the woman cried out. “ No! Ah, oh, God! Please! ”

And my face f ell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. 

“ Ah! ” she cried out again. “ No, please stop! ”

I backed aw ay from the door, not finding it funny anymore. 
But then something hit the door from the other side, making a loud thud, and I scurried backward. “ Oh, shit, ” I gritted out under my breath. 

I shot my head up to the cameras, now wondering if they fed to Security downstairs or to whoever was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? 

I spun around a nd dashed for my door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it. 

But it was locked . “ Dammit! ” I mouthed. Fucking thing must lock automatically. 

Another thud hit the door, mere feet away from me — so close — and I darted my eyes over to it, my breathing turning fast and painful. 

I pulled on the door handle again, twisting and yanking, but it didn't budge. 

Another thud hit the door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife. 

“ Shit. ”

I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. 

Fuck!

Screw this. Whoever was coming out of the vacant apartment was definitely someone I didn’t want to meet. I dashed down flight after flight, a cry lodged in my throat as fear gripped my chest. 

A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sliding down the railings as whoever it was jumped flights of stairs. 

Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my ne ck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to give out as my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the door labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind me once again to see if he — or she — was behind me. 

But then I slammed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hands gripped my upper arms.

I looked up a nd exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes narrowed.    

“ Michael? ” I breathed out, frozen in confusion. 

“ What the hell are you doing? ” He arched a brow and set me back, away from him, and let g o of my arm. “ It ’ s after one a.m. ”

I opened my m outh, but nothing came out. Why was he here?

He stood in front of an elevator, a different one than I had taken this morning, dressed i n a black suit , looking like he ’ d just been at a club or something. A young brunette stood next to him, beautiful in a tight, navy-blue cocktail dress that fell mid- thigh. 

I suddenly fel t exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank top, my hair hanging about, probably in tangles.   

“ I ...” I looked over my shoulder again, noticing that whoever had followed me down the stair s hadn’t come out the door yet. 

I twisted my he ad back, looking up at Michael. “ I heard something up on my floor, ” I told him. 

And then I shook my head, still confused. “ What are you doing here? ”

“ I live here, ” he shot back, and I immediately recognized that ever-present intolerant tone that he always used with me.  

“ Live here? ” I questioned. “ I thought you lived in your family ’ s building. ”

He slid a hand into his pocket and cocked his head, looking at me point-blank like I was stupid. 

I closed my eyes, expelling a sigh. “ Of course, ” I breathed out, realization hitting. “ Of course. You ’ re the one who lives on the twenty-second floor. ”

• • •  About Penelope Douglas  • • •


Penelope Douglas is the New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author of the Fall Away series.

She dresses for autumn year round, loves anything lemon flavored, and believes there is too much blood in her Coca Cola stream. Or too much Coca Cola in her blood stream. Or ...

You know what? It doesn’t matter. She loves Coke. Now you know.

She lives in Las Vegas with her husband and daughter.



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I fell back to my feet and crept through my apartment as I listened to the pounding that had now become a steady attack. My feet followed the sound, stepping absently closer to it, and I finally pressed my ear against the wall leading to my hallway, my heart racing as the vibrations touched my skin. Resting my cheek against the surface, I swallowed the tight lump in my throat as the thumping against the wall grew faster and faster. There was someone over there. In the empty apartment. Holding up my phone, I dialed the office downstairs but got no answer. I knew there was a night manager named Simon Something- Or -Other, but I didn't think many people were on duty at night. He must be away from his desk. I continued listening, wondering if I could ignore it and just wait until morning to ask the manager about it, but the further down the hall I travelled, the louder it got until I was standing next to the rear entrance. Opening up the door, I peeked my head into the hallway, holding the heavy steel exit open just enough to inspect. Glancing to my right, I saw a door just like mine. And then I hear d a woman ’ s high-pitched cry ring out around me, and I started breathing harder. And then there was another cry. And another, and another, and ... Was she having sex? My mouth fell open as I tried not to laugh. Oh, my God. But I thought the place was supposed to be empty. I stepped out, knife in hand — just in case — and walked quietly down to the other door, glancing up and seeing small security cameras along the wall, probably installed when the apartments were built. Pressing my ear to the door, I listened, still hearing the thump, thump, thump of something hitting the wall, and the girl ’ s breathy cries over and over again. I folded my lips between my teeth, covering my smile with my free hand. But then the woman cried out. “ No! Ah, oh, God! Please! ” And my face fell, hearing the fear in her voice. The short, shrill screams were now different. Panicked and scared, and her cries sounded struggled. My mouth suddenly went dry as I stood there listening. “ Ah! ” she cried out again. “ No, please stop! ” I backed away from the door, not finding it funny anymore. But then something hit the door from the other side, making a loud thud, and I scurried backward. “ Oh, shit, ” I gritted out under my breath. I shot my head up to the cameras, now wondering if they fed to Security downstairs or to whoever was inside the apartment. Did they know I was out here? I spun around and dashed for my door, grabbing the handle and trying to twist it. But it was locked. “ Dammit! ” I mouthed. Fucking thing must lock automatically. Another thud hit the door, mere feet away from me — so close — and I darted my eyes over to it, my breathing turning fast and painful. I pulled on the door handle again, twisting and yanking, but it did n ’ t budge. Another thud hit the door, and I jerked upright, dropping the knife . “ Shit. ” I dived down to pick it up, but just then I heard the other door swing open, so I bolted down the stairwell, hiding behind the wall and forgetting about the knife. Fuck! Screw this. Whoever was coming out of the vacant apartment was definitely someone I didn't want to meet. I dashed down flight after flight, a cry lodged in my throat as fear gripped my chest. A pounding echoed above me, and I spared a quick glance upward, seeing a hand sliding down the railings as whoever it was jumped flights of stairs. Oh, my God. I raced down, one flight after the other, a drop of sweat gliding down my neck. The pounding was getting closer and closer, my legs about to give out as my exhausted muscles worked as fast as they could. I gasped, seeing the door labeled LOBBY. I yanked it open and burst through, looking behind me once again to see if he — or she — was behind me. But then I slammed into a wall, and I let out a small cry as hand s gripped my upper arms. I looked up and exhaled a breath, seeing Michael Crist towering over me, his eyes narrowed. “ Michael? ” I breathed out, frozen in confusion. “ What the hell are you doing? ” He arched a brow and set me back, away from him, and let go of my arm. “ It ’ s after one a.m. ” I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. Why was he here? He stood in front of an elevator, a different one than I had taken this morning, dressed in a black suit, looking like he ’ d just been at a club or something. A young brunette stood next to him, beautiful in a tight, navy-blue cock tail dress that fell mid-thigh. I suddenly felt exposed, dressed in my silk sleep shorts and black tank top, my hair hanging about, probably in tangles. “ I ...” I looked over my shoulder again, noticing that whoever had followed me down the stairs hadn’t come out the door yet. I twisted my head back, looking up at Michael. “ I heard something up on my floor, ” I told him. And then I shook my head, still confused. “ What are you doing here? ” “ I live here, ” he shot back, and I immediately recognized that ever-present intolerant tone that he always used with me. “ Live here? ” I questioned. “ I thought you lived in your family ’ s building. ” He slid a hand into his pocket and cocked his head, looking at me point-b lank like I was stupid. I closed my eyes, expelling a sigh. “ Of course, ” I breathed out, realization hitting. “ Of course. You ’ re the one who lives on the twenty-second floor. ”
 
 
I enjoyed the fright of not knowing what was coming and from where. “ When we used to wear the masks, ” Michael said, dropping his voice to a near whisper, “ you liked it, didn't you? It scared you, but it turned you on. ” I raised my hesitant eyes and tried not to let out a laugh. What was I supposed to say? That the fact that they ’ d looked like monsters got me hot? I shook my head clear and stood up, saying in a quiet voice. “ I ’ m going to bed. ” I grabbed my phone and took a step, but Michael ’ s voice stopped me. “ Come here, ” he said softly. I turned my head, narrowing my eyes. Come here? He sat up, resting his forearms on his knees and waiting, while I shifted on my feet. He was always playing games. I didn’t trust him. But the temptation to engage was too great. He was right. I was getting good at it, and I kind of liked it, too. I took slow steps, holding up my chin to steel myself. When I reached him, he placed a hand on my hip and pulled me in be tween his legs. I gasped as he fell back against the sofa again, pulling me in with him. I shot my hands out, planting them on both sides of his head on the back of the couch, keeping myself upright as I leaned into him. “ Say it, ” he breathed out, holding my hips with both hands now. “ It turned you on. ” I closed my mouth and shook my head, looking down at him with a challenge. “ I know it did, ” he maintained, a fire in his eyes. “ Did you think I couldn’t see how tense your body would get or how your nipples got hard through your shirt when you saw me wearing it? You ’ re a little twisted. Admit it. ” I folded my lips between my teeth, turning my head away. But then he tipped his chin up and caught my nipple between his teeth through my tank top, and I closed my eyes, letting out a small cry. Oh, God! The heat of his mouth swooped into my stomach as he released my nipple and then snatched it up again, dragging it out between his teeth. “ I ’ ve got the mask upstairs, ” he taunted, kissing and nibbling on me through my shirt. “ I can get it if you want me to. ” No. No, I wasn't like that. I pushed away from him, but he held me firm. “ Michael, let me go. ” But then I felt my phone vibrate in my hand, and I quickly glance d at the screen, seeing no name with the number. Reading the number, though, I noticed that it was his mother ’ s. That ’ s strange. I thought I had her number saved in my Contacts. But I let it go, remembering that my mom was with her. I needed to take this call. Planting my fists on Michael ’ s chest, I shoved him away. “ Get off me. Your mom ’ s calling. ” All he did was laugh, though, and my face fell. He grabbed my arm and threw me down onto my stomach and came down on my back, pinning me to the couch. I breathed hard and fast, feeling his cock press against my ass as he snatched my phone out of my hand. I stared wide-eyed as he placed it a few inches in front of me, hi s finger hovering over the green Answer button. “ Michael, no, ” I rushed out, panic making my lungs ache. But he swiped the screen anyway. The ringing stopped, and I heard silence as she waited for me to say something. “ Say hi, ” he whispered in my ear.