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You’ve opened this book. That means one of two things. You’re looking to spice up your evening, your morning, or your lunch break (no judgment), OR you accidentally clicked the wrong title and now you’re really curious about what “Lust, Caution” is actually all about. Either way, I’m thrilled you’re here. Let’s be clear right up front. This is not a PhD Thesis from Harvard. There will be no epic dramas, no second chance Lunas or brave heroines who work their way back to the CEO’s hearts and definitely no long winded backstories about someone’s husband leaving some gorgeous woman for another slut before she gets her revenge. Nope. This is not THAT kind of book. This is that OTHER kind. You know the one. The kind you read with your phone tilted just out of view. The kind you swipe away quickly when someone walks by. The kind you read under the covers with a little smirk on your face. Yes, darling. That kind. You’ve just stepped into a world of heat, hunger, and heart-pounding unapologetic pleasure. Each story in this collection is designed to do one thing. To set your senses on fire. And maybe, just maybe, get you in the mood to do something about it. Wink, wink! Now, before we go any further, let’s address the elephant in the room. Plot? Pfft. Listen. Sure, there's some plot. You’ll find drama, angst, some emotional chaos and maybe a well-timed thunderstorm or two. But let’s be honest, erotica rarely make perfect sense. One minute she's arguing with the dark and brooding Alpha, the next minute, she's naked, tied to a headboard and calling him “Sir.” Does it matter how they got there? Nope. Do we care? Absolutely not. Are we enjoying every second of it? Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before. There will be moans. There will be gasps. There might even be a growl or two, depending on which story you land on. (And yes, some of these characters are absolutely terrible at communicating but wow, do they make up for it in bed.) This is a space where anything can happen. That grumpy billionaire? He’s obsessed with her. The cocky Alpha king? He wants to mark her forever. The innocent girl in the wrong place at the wrong time? She’s about to learn exactly how wrong feels when it’s oh so right. These are not stories that ask for patience. They demand surrender. This isn’t just erotica. This is your escape. Your little rebellion. Your delicious, dirty secret. Whatever it is, don’t fight it. That’s what this is for. So take a breath. Sink into it and let these stories take you exactly where you want to go. Now turn the page. Your adventure begins here.LEANNE SUMMERS' POVThe plane dipped low, its sleek silver wings slicing through the mist that coiled above the vast field. Leanne Summers peered through the small window, her breath fogging the glass as her eyes landed on the distant shape of the mansion ahead.Towering and dark against the horizon, it looked almost surreal under the full moon’s glow, like something out of a gothic novel. The pale moonlight lit up the spires and windows, casting long, hungry shadows across the wild grass that danced in the plane’s wake.Leanne’s pulse quickened. This wasn’t what she had expected.She wasn’t even sure where they were anymore. For all she knew, they weren’nt even in Manhattan anymore.The tires of the plane bumped gently on the grassy field, the engine whirring down with a mechanical sigh. And as the plane came to a soft halt, Leanne thought she saw something.It was a blur, but it was definitely dashing along the edge of the field. It was too large to be a dog. A wolf? Her brows furro
LOGAN’s POVMOMENTS BEFORE LEANNE KNOCKED AT THE COCKPIT DOORLogan Winters sat in silence with his fingers curled up into a ball, staring into the darkened sky. Beside him, his pilot and faitful Beta, Richard Maddison went about with checking the jet controls, occasionally conversing with someone from the control tower.The sound of the turbine roared in Logan’s ears but all he could hear was the beating of his own heart. He gritted his teeth and curled his fingers so tight his knuckles turned white.Leanne Summers.He could not believe it. Was the Moon Goddess drunk and out of her mind when she decided to mate him with a whore?‘Escort my foot. It’s just a fancy name to cover up her dirty profession,’ he thought and shook his head. He would have been fine with anyone as his mate but of all people, it had to be an escort. An ESCORT! And an Omega some more!They were the worst of the lot; weak, vulnerable and basically of no help during battles. The only thing good about them was thei
LEANNE’S POVLeanne looked at him with her mouth slightly parted. She blinked a few times, unsure if she had heard Logan Winters correctly. Did he just say –“Strip.”“Here?”“Yes, unless you’d like to do it in a freefall from the jet.” There was not an iota of humour in his voice, the man was serious. But surely he didn’t expect her to -“What are you waiting for?” Logan Winters leaned back in his recliner and rested his chin on his palm looking at her with a lazy eye.Leanne stared at him, still trying to process the words that had just come out of his mouth. The man had the face of an angel, in fact, his face was the picture of perfection but beneath the chiselled features of this handsome man was the devil reincarnate.Leanne decided there and then that she did not like this Logan Winters. He was cold, rude and insufferable. She had never met a client who treated her like this before. But she would be professional. This was, after all her last job and she would do it well.Setting
LEANNE’S POVHot steam seeped out of Leanne Summers’ bathroom as she stepped out from under the shower. Her golden blonde hair was wet and plastered to her creamy white skin as water droplets made their way to the tiled floor.Quickly, she fished for her towel and wrapped it around her naked form before tiptoeing to her room. Her phone was ringing.“Hello?” She looked at the clock, it was close to twelve. Madam Lucille almost never called this late.“My dear, we have a new client. He needs an escort asap.”Leanne laughed. “Don’t they all?”“I’ll send his file to you in a minute but I’ll need you to come down from your apartment in twenty minutes. His chauffeur will be picking you up.”“Alright.”Leanne was one of the highest-paid escorts from Madame Lucille’s House of Angels and her clients involved the country’s most powerful and the elite with social circles of billionaires, tycoons and A-list celebrities.She sat herself on her queen-sized bed, feeling the mattress sink slightly un
The air in the room was different.Salish’s breath caught as Liam carried her further in, her thighs still wrapped around his waist, her bare legs brushing his waist. She could feel the hardness of him parked within her clenched and dripping wet pussy.The Red Room was impossible, Salish thought. A warm red hue bathed the walls in soft light, deepening shadows and drawing the eye to the assortment of sleek, polished equipment arranged with almost surgical precision. Leather straps hung from chrome fixtures.A padded bench stood in the center like an altar. A gleaming wall rack displayed toys in neat rows. There were feathers, cuffs, blindfolds, and tools designed for exploration.Oh my.This made no sense. She had come for therapy, not some kinky threesome in a room full of sinfully, delicious toys. She vaguely remembered blushing when she first passed by a sex store near her apartment many years ago, thinking that only the foolish would use it.And here she was, relishing from the fa
Salish had only ever tasted Liam in her mouth, and no other man.But today, handsome Doctor D was the other man.Salish had no idea how different another man could be. Doctor D’s cock was big, long, hard and lean and he tasted so good in her.But the moment was short-lived for suddenly, Liam pulled out of her, causing Salish to gasp in surprise and let go of Doctor D. The sudden emptiness in both her pussy and mouth left her confused, so much so that she did not understand it when Liam grabbed her by the waist and turns her around, crushing her breasts against the couch.“All the better for us to fuck you with, my dear,” Liam said huskily, his hands still on her waist as he pulled her hips up. Salish sank onto her hands and knees, her back arched so her head was up, just high enough to see Doctor D’s hot, hard dick in its full glory.Doctor D ran his finger across her jawline, a light touch she leaned into. “We won’t hurt you. You’ll be safe, I promise.”The dominance turned her on an