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  Well-Constructed Affairs

  As a hot female construction engineer, John's wife Adria draws a lot of attention at the job site. Which isn't all bad. But when Adria opens the door for him to tell her about his sexual fantasies, he doesn't realize she has opened the door on her own – very dark – fantasy as well. A fantasy she hasn't shared with anyone until now. The couple are off on an exploration of their desires...but is their marriage well-constructed enough to withstand the forces of their fantasies?

  Nikita Gets In Too Deep

  When Cole and his wife Nik arrive at their usual vacation spot in dull Cape Breton, they're taken by surprise by the most unlikely of next-door neighbors: ultra-sexy Paige and wealthy, commanding Mitch. And these new neighbors are full of surprises. Cole and Nik embark on new adventures in their marriage, trying new things and pushing boundaries they'd never even discussed. It's invigorating, but Cole can't help but wonder if his transformed wife hasn't gotten herself in too deep…

  Not Black And White

  When a photographer turns Rick on to the idea of watching his wife with another man, Rick feels an obsessive desire inside of himself catch fire. He can't help arrange for his shy, girl-next-door wife Danielle and the rugged, black photographer to cross paths. He knows that Drake Reyes' erotic photographs are not as abstract as they appear, and that Reyes sleeps with his married models. He knows his wife is not immune to Reyes' charms – no one is. He just can't help but imagine what it would be like to stand in his gallery, looking at Reyes' lurid photos, knowing his own wife is the model, knowing how the photos were taken.

  But was it really his idea, or have Drake and Danielle been as manipulative as he has?

  Please note, this is the novelized version of the short story Black and White, with significant changes to all scenes depicted in the short story, as well as the point of view. There is, however, some repetition: scenarios which occurred in the short occur in the novel. There are plenty of fresh new adult scenes, however. Please enjoy.

  A Dark Place: Cuckolded In Lagos

  Three people are carving out their fortunes in Africa's largest city, but each of them holds a deeper, darker desire. What is the secret desire of the angelic Charlotte, who finds all men's eyes on her after dark in Lagos? What about Andrew, who keeps a secret hunger so buried perhaps he doesn't admit it even to himself? And what could be darker than Clement Ambode's already shadowy “reliability” as an all-purpose contractor in the underbelly of Lagos?

  Charlotte, Andrew, and Clement will find themselves in a very dark place when their worlds collide in this ultra-sexy, novella-length cuckold story.

  Enjoy this excerpt from the upcoming sequel to The Houseguest:

  Natalie frowned as I finished up my sales pitch.

  She went deadly, unhappily silent.

  “What?” I said.

  She stared at the ceiling and pulled the sheets up over her, almost as if she wanted more modesty.

  A bad feeling coated the inside of my body.

  “You're not feeling sorry for him now, are you?”

  Natalie pressed her lips together. “Not... well...”

  “Because he did fuck his friend's wife,” I said. It sounded harsher than I meant it to, but something about Natalie's attitude was making me wildly uncomfortable, getting the paranoia flowing again in my veins. I wasn't even really sure why, given that I had just suggested the idea of telling Ethan the truth because I had feelings of guilt.

  I just... didn't want Natalie to feel that way.

  Deep down inside, I wanted Natalie to feel the opposite way. I wanted Natalie to view him as someone to be used to further my fantasy, and then discard.

  She shot me a look. “I mean... okay, but we set him up.”

  My jealousy flared. My face stung with anger.

  It was just as I had suspected, she was getting feelings for him. My thoughts charged ahead with this idea like a freight train.

  “Are you getting feelings for him?” I attacked.

  Natalie rolled over and pressed a hand flat to my chest. “Hey,” she said. “Calm down. Don't be like that.”

  “Like what?”

  I was pouting, and that riled me even more. I knew that even if I was right, and Natalie was getting feelings for Ethan, I really didn't have the right to complain. That had been the gamble, that had been the thrill – that Natalie's feelings were on the table. But it was burning a hole through my head just thinking about it.

  You're such a fucking idiot, Erik, I told myself.

  “Erik!” Natalie's voice was a sharp whisper. She snapped her fingers above my face. “Look, don't blow this out of proportion. I just... I feel for the guy.” She pressed her lips together, sucking them in slightly. “You weren't there when he was talking about his wife. He's... really beat up about the divorce.”

  The idea of Natalie having a heart-to-heart with Ethan about his divorce incensed me to the point I couldn't even talk. I just moved my mouth like a stupid fish.

  “Don't you see,” I finally seethed, “that that's all just a bunch of shit he told you to get you to fuck him?”

  Natalie sat up like a bolt of lightening and threw the covers off of herself. She folded up to her knees and looked down at me with the most vicious expression I had ever seen on her face. “Excuse me?” she said.

  I raised my eyebrows.

  My brain was reviewing the words that had just come out of my mouth, and I did have a sneaking suspicion that I had said something incredibly stupid, and I was just getting around to what it was, when Natalie sorted it for me:

  “Do you think,” she said, waving a hand around as if there were an audience in the room, “that I am such a fucking idiot, that I'm some bimbo, who doesn't have any idea when a guy is lying to me to get into my pants? Is it... do you actually think I would just be so bowled over by him crying about his divorce that I would go have sex with him? You told me to do this!” She jutted her chin and looked at the ceiling. “Agghh!” she hollered. “I swear to God!” She stood up and stomped into the bathroom.

  I'll confess: this turned me on quite a bit.

  But I had problems to solve, and so I flung myself wildly around in my mind, searching for answers.

  “Nat,” I said, to buy myself some time.

  She started brushing her teeth like she wanted them to fall out of her mouth.

  “Okay, that was out of line.”

  She spat into the sink. “You think?”

  She started brushing again.

  I looked at my hands. “Look, I just...”

  She stopped brushing and raised her eyebrows at me in the mirror. “Whuh? Though I wuh some kinuh idiot? Well, I'm not.”

  She wiped a bit of dribbled toothpaste from her chin angrily. Then she spat, tossed the toothbrush at the sink and headed for the shower.

  I got out of bed and approached the shower slowly.

  I was less and less clear on why she was so angry.

  Natalie got pretty ticked if someone insinuated that she had been conned or done something stupid. I hadn't meant that... had I?

  I flipped through the conversation we'd just had.

  Oh.

  I guess I had.

  “It isn't that,” I said after a while. “It's...”

  Nat turned slowly in the shower, like I wasn't even there.

  What was it? Why had I lashed out at her like that?

  “Look, it makes me sort of touchy that you're talking about Ethan's feelings,” I admitted.

  It stung, admitting that.

  Natalie stopped turning circles in the shower and wiped the steam away from the glass door to stare at me. She looked like she was about to yell something, and then she stepped back. The water from the shower ran down her body, and the steam slowly fogged up the glass again. Her pretty nipples, her trimmed snatch, her softly curved thighs faded away. “I don't get it,” she said.

  Her voice was, to my relief, a degree cooler.

  I was cold. Actually cold, temperature-wise.r />
  “Can I come in there?” I said. “I'm freezing.”

  No answer for a moment, and I was sure I was in the doghouse for real, when she erupted in a snort. “Explain this nonsense to me and I'll let you in,” she said.

  I cast a glance at the towels about five feet away. They were a better bet, but I leaned on the shower and looked up at the ceiling. I let out a sigh. “Okay. It's... look, I know this sounds shitty, but... I'm not okay with you... I don't know, feeling sorry for Ethan or having some kind of...”

  “Emotional relationship?” she offered.

  I shrugged. “With him,” I finished.

  Natalie turned off the water. The door popped open. “Look,” she said. She pointed at a towel and I leaned over to grab it and hand it to her, for some reason not wanting to move my feet. She wrapped it around herself and pushed some water out of her face. I tried very hard – and failed – not to stare at the rivulets of water snaking down her chest, between her breasts, traveling down to her patch of snatch. “I'm not having an emotional relationship with him. I just... think the thing you've proposed is... harsh. I mean, the guy did just get divorced.”

  “And then hop into bed with his friend's wife,” I said.

  Natalie wrung out her hair. “You are...” she shook her head, unable to find an appropriate word to finish her sentence.

  “I know,” I said. I didn't have a word for myself either, but I got the gist of it.

  Natalie stepped toward me and rested her arms on my shoulders. The towel slipped loose without falling off her body. “Look,” she said. “I'm only doing this because we agreed to do it. It's fun. It's exciting, but... Ethan's not my kind of guy.”

  “So you aren't attracted to him?” I said, furrowing my brow.

  Natalie kissed me and leaned close to me. She pressed her body against me, and I was sure she could feel my erection through the towel. “I mean, I'm attracted to him,” she said, grabbing my cock and giving it a squeeze. “Just not... attracted to him.”

  “So you don't “like-him,” like him,” I said, rolling my eyes and using the elementary-school language to indicate that I felt this was infantile, but deep down inside really desperate to hear an answer to the question.

  Natalie laughed. “I don't “like-him” like him. I like Erik Ossington.”

  She squeezed my cock again.

  And then, so soon – too soon, I would later think, to have thought of it on the fly like that - she said:

  “I have another plan. For taking care of the... predicament we've created. And I think maybe you'll like it.”