Novels by Scarlett Cyn

DelaneyWe sit across from each other in a crowded izakaya in Shibuya, after passing a million little bars and restaurants that showcase plastic versions of their foods in the windows. Marcus sips his beer and laughs, his eyes crinkling at the edges, and the sound is infectious. He's relaxed, for the first time in weeks, and I finally feel calm, away from Chelsea and work and the hotel and everything. The izakaya is crowded, yet it feels like Marcus and I are the only two people in the room."You love it here," Marcus says."Yeah," I tell him. "I was here for a semester. Not in Tokyo, really. I mean, I traveled, but I was mostly down south. Just enough time to fall in love but not enough time to really let the little things start to annoy me, you know?"Marcus sips his beer and looks at me. "Kind of like us."My heart practically stops and I take a long gulp of my chu-hi, a drink made from soda and shochu, but tastes dangerously just like plain soda. "You do plenty of things to annoy

DelaneyThe knock on the door in the morning startles me. When I answer, my hair plastered to the side of my face, no one's there. I barely slept last night, gutted over what happened. I wonder if Chelsea is on her way back to Texas already, the bearer of such fantastic fucking news that my father will probably have a coronary.I need to call my father. I don't know how to explain any of it. I really can't face him.And I can't face Marcus, either.How can things go from being so high to crashing down so low in a matter of minutes? Last night with Marcus, I was happy. I was deliriously, irrepressibly, recklessly happy. A part of me knew it wouldn't last, just like part of me this morning longs to go to Marcus, to tell him that it doesn't matter, that we shouldn't give a shit what anyone else thinks.Except it's Marcus, the guy who doesn't spend time with women outside the bedroom. The guy who doesn't date. Perpetual manwhore, always risk-taking, never-going-to-grow-up Marcus. And the

MarcusI can't fucking see straight. I'm wound so tight after spending the last fifteen minutes telling Delaney what I want to do to her. I hope she's as wrapped around the axle as I am. There's something about her that makes me crazy.We're still a block away from the hotel when I realize Delaney is limping. "What's wrong?"She kicks up one of her feet and sighs. "The perils of wearing heels in Japan," she says. "I don't know how the girls here do it, walking everywhere in stilettos. They must be masochists.""Fuck walking," I say, and I pick her up before she can protest, but she does anyway."What are you doing?" she squeals."How far away from the hotel are we?" I ask."I don't know, a block, I think," she says. "Put me down before someone sees.""Afraid not." I keep carrying her, ignoring the looks I get from strangers on the sidewalk. A couple of expats laugh as we pass them, and I explain, "She's totally drunk."Delaney hits me on the shoulder. "I am not! Don't say that.""You

"I have his office number," Delaney says, giving me a look. "I don't have his personal one. I left a message. What should we do? It was supposed to be a business dinner and then he was taking us out on the town."I slide my hand around Delaney's waist, right there in the hotel lobby, and she smacks it away. "Marcus, don't," she says."There is literally no one here watching us.""Only because it's impolite to stare," she whispers. "PDA is not appropriate here. And people will watch but not tell you you're doing something wrong, because that is not polite. But someone will notice. Trust me."I exhale heavily. Delaney is standing there, looking insane in this white dress that shimmers under the lights. It's simple and elegant and looks like it was made for her, skimming over every curve and showing off her amazing legs.I want to take it off her immediately. But she walks away and talks to the concierge. I see her gesturing, her forehead wrinkled up in the face she makes when she's upse

MarcusIt's been a whirlwind couple of weeks in Japan...I don't even know where the hell we've been, to be honest. The first week I was too jet-lagged to notice much of anything, and content to just be told where to go and what to do. Photo shoots, interviews, appearances, one right after the other. I shot some television commercials, but I don't even know what the products were. Cologne, I think – nothing bike-related. And an ad for one of those little canned coffee drinks. It's all a blur.And in the middle of that blur is Delaney. Always Delaney. I'm still hooking up with her, sneaking into her hotel room at night after Chelsea has gone to bed. The sex hasn't changed – it's still as hot as hell. That in and of itself is a fucking miracle. I've never had so much sex with one girl.The thing is, it's bugging me.I want – shit, I don't know what I want. I want to be around Delaney all the damn time. I can't get enough of her laugh, or the way she blushes when I embarrass her, which is

DelaneyI'm stuck on a flight to Japan with Marcus and Chelsea. Not that this is awkward or anything. At all.Chelsea has been sweet as pie to me, but I'm pretty sure she wants me dead. I think she suspects Marcus and I are up to something, and that's definitely true. We've been sneaking around like a couple of hormonal teenagers. The truth is, I can't get enough of him. I find myself wanting him all the time, and that fact is starting to scare me a little bit.The flight itself hasn't been terrible. We have first class suites, so I put up the privacy partition on mine as soon as we took off, and I didn't have to even think about Chelsea and how she glared at me from the other side of the aisle when Marcus got into the suite next to mine. It's almost like she doesn't exist. The seat converts into a bed, and I'm lying here on my laptop looking at the schedule, but I'm preoccupied with thoughts of Marcus.Marcus says he wants us to be more than just a one night stand. But is it only bec

GageI hear the screaming as soon as the elevator doors open. I take off down the hall, determined to get to my girl. The door is locked, but I don’t let that stop me. I kick it open and nearly trip over Aubrey’s stepmother’s prone body. Steve Nelson is pounding at what I assume is the bathroom door while Aubrey screams at him to go away.Nelson doesn’t notice me at first and I’m able to take him by surprise. I turn him by the shoulder and slam my fist into his face, breaking his nose. I punch him over and over again, exacting punishment that he rightfully deserves. My vision goes red when he pulls a gun from his waistband; I knock it from his inexperienced hands and deliver a jaw-crunching punch that knocks him out.“G-Gage, is that you?” Aubrey’s frightened voice is enough to make me want to deliver another beating to the bastard who dared to touch what is mine.“Princess, open the door.”In less than a second she flies through the door and into my arms. She clings to me like she’s

AubreyI’m relieved when Gage doesn’t push to stay. I know he wanted to argue, but he relented. This dinner already isn’t going to be pleasant; having Gage irritate my mother further wouldn’t help matters at all.“I ordered room service. It should be here any moment.”I paste on a happy smile. “Thank you.”“Well, someone has to force you to stick to your diet. I’m very disappointed with your choices lately. First, you make a fool of yourself in front of the paparazzi, and then you go off your diet. You’ve probably gained two pounds since I last saw you.”I look to my feet. “I’m sorry, Mom, it’s just been a stressful time. I’ll do better.”“And cancelling your fitting and Miss Magazine. That’s unacceptable. People are talking and nothing they are saying is favorable. You’ve tarnished your reputation by being seen with that oaf of a man. You need to be seen dating someone on your level, not some low-brow bodyguard.”“Gage isn’t just a bodyguard, he owns his own company. He’s a good man.

“Whoever hired him must have decided he was too much of a loose cannon and decided his obsession was too deep to give up the idea of being with Aubrey and so they turned him in.”“Do we know where the money was transferred from?”“That’s the curious thing, the money came from Aubrey Campbell’s account.”Aubrey is busy chatting with Ted as he cleans the makeup from her face. I slip out of the room to continue our conversation.“What the fuck? That’s not possible.” I don’t believe it. Aubrey would never perpetuate something like that. It’s obvious she’s scared of the man. She may be a good actress but there is no way she could fake that level of fear. The pictures the police took of her injuries after showed the truth. I don’t doubt for a second that she had nothing to do with this. Someone set her up. “Keep digging. Aubrey didn’t hire Nelson.”“I hear you, boss.”“Have you made any progress finding the bastard?”“No, he’s completely ghosted.”“Keep me posted.” I end the call just as Au

Despite my hold, Gage moves up my body until his cock is resting between my pussy lips. I rock up into him, rubbing myself against him, but it’s not enough to send me over the edge.Gage crushes his lips to mine and I can taste myself on him. It’s dirty and sexy at the same time. I’m so distracted by the kiss that it takes me by surprise when he starts to push his thick cock inside me. I break away from the kiss and pant as he stretches me to my limits. Before I’m ready, he pushes deep, ripping through my virginity. I cry out in pain and tears prick my eyes.“Such a good girl taking Daddy’s cock.”It hurts, and I tell him so. He licks my tears away as he starts to move within me. “I know, princess. Daddy is big and you’re tiny.”He puts his fingers to my lips and orders me to suck. Once his fingers are wet, he reaches between our bodies and presses against my clit. With every thrust, he rubs my sensitive nub until the pain of losing my virginity is replaced by pleasure. The orgasm tha

Aubrey stands frozen just staring as the reporter asks questions rapid fire. “Get the fuck out of the way,” I say, shouldering my way through the crowd. Aubrey snaps out of whatever trance she was in and quickens her step to keep up with me. The flashbulbs and questions don’t stop until we are safely ensconced in the back of the car.“Sorry about that. They always manage to find me whenever I’m out. I should have warned you.”“It’s not your fault, princess. Are you okay?”“Oh, yeah. I’m used to them asking all kinds of questions. Pregnancy is a new one though…” She worries her lip between her teeth. She won’t say it, but I know that one bothered her. She told me that she hadn’t given away her v-card—her words, not mine—yet because she wanted it to be with someone special.“They are just trying to sell magazines. Don’t let it get to you.”“I know, you’re right… it’s just… I don’t like the idea of people thinking of me that way. That I would cheat on Brent… that I would get pregnant wit

Gage“Do we have to go out?” Aubrey asks again, a slight whine in her voice.I spank her ass in warning. “I already told you, yes. I’m taking you out on a proper date.”“But I’d rather stay here…” Her eyes flick toward the bedroom and I know exactly what my horny girl wants. We spent the afternoon cuddled on the couch watching reruns of Highway Thru Hell. I was shocked when Aubrey picked the show; I figured she’d want to watch some kind of trashy reality TV show or sitcom. She shyly admitted she’s a reality TV junky, but that she prefers things like Hoarders and Ice Road Truckers.She spent two hours wiggling around on my lap and not so subtly letting me know she wanted me to fuck her. When I told her no, she pouted.“Dinner first,” I say, brushing a stray lock of hair from her face and tucking it behind her ear. “Then we will come back here, and I will bury my cock in your virgin pussy.”Her eyes glaze over at that and she licks her lips. “O-okay. Dinner, then…” She waves her hand in