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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96720 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 484(@200wpm)___ 387(@250wpm)___ 322(@300wpm)

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Matthew Ashe is a billionaire in crisis. His girlfriend, Charlotte Holmes, is prone to fleeing at the first hint of commitment. His relationship with his best friend is on shaky ground. And his bank accounts have begun to feel uncomfortably large.

When Matt offers Charlotte a job spearheading a new Ascend property, right in the heart of Manhattan, she doesn’t expect to be good at it. Even with new friends to guide her through the surreal experience of obscene overnight wealth—and some obscene overnights in general—she’s still in doubt, and in way over her head.

Though they’re ready for their happily ever after, family tensions, unhealed trauma, and hurtful secrets could still stand in the way of Matt and Charlotte’s future…and what they can be, together

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CHAPTER ONE

(Matthew)

DO NOT CHASE HER. She’s basically a prey animal when it comes to relationships. If you chase her, she’s going to run. Let her come to you.

I scrolled through my text messages from Scott for the thousandth time. My best friend knew more about his sister than I knew about mine; it didn’t seem right that he could offer me advice about dating Charlotte, but I couldn’t help him out with his romantic problems.

I wasn’t quite over the fact that he’d not only fucked my married sister, but he’d been unreasonably furious when I slept with Charlotte. Still, I couldn’t deny that he’d done me a tremendous favor in helping get her back.

Because Charlotte had run from me. She’d taken one tiny misunderstanding between us and blown it up into a relationship ending crisis.

Almost.

I still wasn’t sure if we’d broken up or not.

She’d definitely run away, though. And now she was returning, and I couldn’t chase her.

So, I didn’t. I went to work and responded to her texts with brief answers when she updated me on her travel. I didn’t pick her up at the airport. I did arrange a car, because I was a nice guy, but I had followed Scott’s advice to the letter.

I didn’t chase her.

After work, I came home and had a drink. I put my feet up and thought about what we should do for dinner when Charlotte arrived. I resisted every single urge to obsessively check in.

At eight p.m. on the dot, I got a text from the doorman indicating that a guest had arrived and asking me how to proceed. I responded, “Send her up,” but I didn’t leave the lounge. I would let her come to me, all the way.

“Hello?” I heard her call. Then, closer, “Matt?”

“In here,” I called back. I didn’t get up. I didn’t go to the hall to find her. I stayed right where I was, on my sofa, in front of the tv, in my gray sweatpants.

I wasn’t supposed to chase her. There was nothing in the rules about appealing to her libido with a well-presented bulge.

She entered the room and stopped after the threshold. Her fingers wriggled in a little wave. “Hey.”

“Hey.” Should I get up? I should get up and hug her, at least, right? I couldn’t resist. I got to my feet and approached her slowly. “How was your flight?”

“It was… a flight.” She shrugged. “Nobody shouted, ‘Is there a doctor on board?’ and I’m starting to think that it’s never going to happen for me.”

“You’re not a doctor.”

“I know, I just want to see it happen.” She moved toward me, her arms out. “Can I have a hug?”

“You don’t have to ask me twice.” The moment I swooped her up in my arms, the long hours of limbo I’d suffered through felt like days. I practically crushed her. We hadn’t been apart for long, at all; business trips took longer. But the unknown had tortured me.

I never wanted to go through that again.

I set her on her feet and held her out at arm’s length. “You scared the shit out of me.”

“I scared the shit out of myself,” she admitted, her expression falling. “Do you forgive me?”

“You’re here, aren’t you?” If I didn’t put some space between us, I would throw her on the floor and fuck her until we both passed out. That wouldn’t exactly be conducive to a productive reunion.

She didn’t seem to share that opinion. She jumped up on her toes and practically mauled me, tugging at my t-shirt to get her hands beneath and accidentally biting my lip.

“Whoa, whoa.” I pushed her back gently.

She grinned up at me. “I thought you missed me.”

“I didn’t miss you. You scared me. There’s a difference, and we need to talk about that. Fucking it out isn’t an option.” My dick could wait. I gestured to the sofa and waited for her to move.

“Oof, so we’re doing this first. I was kind of hoping I could convince you to take me back by exploiting my sexuality.” She laughed, but I knew her too well. It wasn’t a joke.

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Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 96600 (not accurate)
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One week isn’t enough. He wants forever.

As the billionaire owner of Ascend Red, an exclusive island resort for kinky, hand-selected clientele, Matthew Ashe prides himself on making fantasies come true. When Charlotte Holmes walked into his life, she quickly became his fantasy. But now, their stay is almost over, and their future is waiting.

Charlotte knows that she’ll have to adapt to Matt’s life of luxury, but she doesn’t expect to be thrown into the deep end quite so soon. A weekend party at his family’s estate gives Charlotte a taste of how the exceptionally wealthy live—and highlights just how different she and Matt are, despite their scorching compatibility in bed.

When they stumble into a family secret, Matt and Charlotte are forced to confront their differences, fears, and insecurities…and the reality that their match made in paradise might not work in the real world, after all

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CHAPTER ONE

(Charlotte)

Matt loves me.

I combed my fingers through his dark hair, lifting the strands idly and letting them fall. He’d slept for the past hour like this, his head nuzzled against my breasts, one hand cupped between my legs.

Of course, he would sleep like that.

Chuckling softly to myself, I glanced at the clock on the nightstand. I should not have woken up at six in the morning, but my sleep schedule had been messed up ever since I had arrived at Ascend Red. Late nights of relentless sex followed by waking in the midafternoon had confused my body to the point that I was jet-lagged without changing time zones. But now, it was six forty, and there was no way to ignore my bladder anymore. I gently eased Matt’s arm off me, not wanting to wake him. With a sleepy groan, he rolled away and took most of the duvet with him.

Yeah, if he wanted to be my boyfriend, he would have to work on the covers-hogging.

I tiptoed through the weak bars of early daylight the morning cast through the shutters and left the lights off in the bathroom. I’d done a lot of crying the night before, trying to break things off with him. My eyes throbbed. My mouth felt sticky and disgusting. I decided to brush my teeth before going back to bed.

Emotional catharsis might be healthy for the soul, but it’s hell on a person’s body.

I padded back out to the bedroom and found Matt sitting up, rubbing his eyes.

“Sorry if I woke you,” I apologized.

He yawned, stretching out his ridiculously muscled arms. A dark curl flopped over his forehead, and he pushed it back with a smaller, follow-up yawn before answering hoarsely, “No, it’s fine. I needed to get up and consult Miranda about our travel itinerary before it gets any later. I don’t want to end up flying coach on some shitty discount airline, if we can avoid that.”

“So, there are limits to the humble billionaire thing.” Though it had been my idea to leave—I’d insisted the night before that it was what I wanted—a pang of disappointment struck the pit of my stomach. “We can always leave tomorrow. Or the next day.”

His eyes narrowed. “You seemed very sure of your decision to leave last night. You’re not saying this because you want to accommodate what I want, are you?”

“First of all, fuck you for knowing me so well.” I slipped under the sheets beside him. “Second, no. I promise. I do want to leave, but I’m not in as big a rush to do so in the light of day.”

“And in light of the fact that you don’t have to run away from me anymore?” He arched a brow.

“There’s that too.” I was profoundly uncomfortable with, and deeply doubtful of, the idea that anyone could love me. Running away had been my first instinct. “Sorry about that.”

He caught my chin in his hand and tipped my face up to his. “Don’t apologize because you had feelings that weren’t the same as mine.”

“They are the same,” I hurried to assure him. “I love you—”

He cut me off with a kiss. The bastard had the audacity to look as hot as he did and not have horrible morning breath. I couldn’t even get mad at the clichéd way he’d interrupted me.

Life was not fair.

I leaned into him. My soft moan caught between our mouths, and he echoed it, his tongue sweeping against mine as he held my face like I was a priceless, delicate thing. My hands found their way to his chest. I let myself get lost in him, in the sheer pleasure of what was such simple contact when compared to all of the other, hornier things we’d already done.

When he came up for air, he covered my hand with his, holding my palm flat over his heart. “Sorry. I can’t get enough of hearing you say that.”

Dazed, I ran my tongue over my lower lip. “Say what?”

“Wow, I’m a better kisser than I thought I was.” He gave a short laugh. “I can’t get enough of hearing you say that you love me.”

“It’s the novelty of it. You’ll get sick of me, soon.” I leaned up for another kiss, but he evaded me.

“Seriously, if we’re going to leave today, I need to call Miranda.” He reached for the phone.

I leaned over him and laid a hand on his forearm. “Wait. I meant what I said about spending a few more days.”

I’d originally planned to stay for two weeks. And while I wasn’t thrilled that Matt had been hiding out at his sex resort to avoid reality, I didn’t want to leave a place he loved after the constructive, but painful, conversation we’d had last night.

“Even though I’m surrounded by phonies, apparently?”

I wished I hadn’t said some of the things I’d said to him the night before. He’d needed to hear them, but I could have been a lot gentler.

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Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 103530 (not accurate)
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He’s perfect for her. She’ll perfectly destroy him.

Charlotte Holmes doesn’t fall in love; she falls into bed. And car. And cruise ship stateroom. Matthew Ashe falls in love way too easily; he’s a sucker for a pretty face. And falling too fast. And getting impulsively engaged. The only thing the two of them have in common is their mutual love of kinky, casual sex….and the fact that Charlotte’s brother is Matt’s best friend.

All Charlotte knows about Matt is that he’s the billionaire heir to a hospitality empire. All Matt knows about Charlotte is that she’s bound to break his heart. When a destination wedding fling turns into months of long-distance flirtation, Matt invites Charlotte to Ascend Red, his private resort where guests live out their wildest fantasies. Even limitless indulgence and abandoned inhibitions can’t satisfy his craving for something deeper with Charlotte. And Charlotte is beginning to think Matthew Ashe could be the one man she doesn’t want to walk away from…

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CHAPTER ONE

(Charlotte)

To take the pink bikini or not to take the pink bikini…

“You’re taking the pink bikini, right?”

I turned my dropped-jaw expression on my best friend. “Are you reading my mind?”

Sarrah shrugged, looking as effortlessly cool as ever as she lounged on the sofa that provided a line of demarcation between my bedroom area and my living room area. She tossed her glossy black ringlets, and the beads of her dangly boho earrings clicked together. “I’m just here to play costume designer.”

“I’m packing for my brother’s wedding. Not playing Madison Square Garden.” I turned back to the mound of clothing on my bed. I didn’t need a costume designer, but I definitely needed someone who could stop me from trying to take every item of clothing I owned along for my brother’s destination wedding.

Sarrah sighed her patented fed-up-with-Charlotte’s-bullshit sigh. “Packing for your brother’s wedding at a tropical resort—”

“It’s in South Carolina.”

“Packing for your brother’s wedding at a resort where there is still going to be a pool and an ocean and plenty of opportunities to wear the tiniest swimsuit you own,” Sarrah amended. “Believe me, you need to look hot. Twenty percent of married people met at other people’s weddings.”

“That’s not true.” I picked up a much safer pink gingham one-piece—when one lived in one’s parents’ pool-house-slash-guesthouse, one tended to have enough swimsuits to choose from.

“It’s probably not,” Sarrah conceded. “But you do know that at least one eligible bachelor will be there.”

“Ah yes.” I snorted a laugh. “The elusive billionaire my brother mooches off.”

“Says the woman who lives in her parents’ guesthouse,” Sarrah pointed out. “Besides, if you had a superrich best friend to finance an amazing destination wedding at a four-star resort—”

“Which he owns, okay?” I kept reminding everyone of that; it wasn’t like Matthew Ashe had dug deep into his pockets and saved his pennies to pay for my brother’s fiancé’s dream wedding.

“We take what we are offered.” She finished with a satisfied flourish of her wrists.

She had a point. My parents weren’t hurting financially—a guesthouse, for Chrissake—but they didn’t have resort-wedding-on-Hilton-Head money.

They would have, if you hadn’t wasted it. The closer the date of my brother’s wedding got, the more critical of myself I became. I didn’t want Sarrah’s evaluation of my situation to sting, but it did. I’d dropped out of college. I’d wasted a huge chunk of money that could have paid for a beautiful wedding for my brother. I had nothing to show for my frustrating, on-and-off relationship with college. They might as well have used those funds on the non-disappointing child.

“Isn’t the bride’s family supposed to pay for the wedding?” I grumbled under my breath.

“What?” Sarrah asked.

I shook my head. “Never mind. I think you’re probably right, though. Scott does have a lot of rich friends. Maybe it’s time to consider the life of a trophy wife.”

“Right, better get hitched before you’re an old maid.” Sarrah gave me two thumbs up. “You’re twenty-five and unmarried. You’re a burden to your parents.”

“I know you’re joking, but ouch.” Not that it was Sarrah’s fault my feelings were hurt. I’d spent most of my life feeling like I let everyone down. Especially my brother. Scott deserved a nice wedding.

And why was I being so bitter about the fact that his best friend was rich? I had the best best friend.

And she gave good advice. I wadded up the pink bikini and tossed it in my suitcase. “Fine. But I refuse to become a cliché. I’m not going to throw myself in front of the rich guy.”

“Agreed. Financially comfortable guy. Or girl.” Sarrah paused. “Does your brother even have any women friends?”

I scoffed. “Of course he does. He’s not some kind of misogynist weirdo.”

“Well, you make his friends sound so unappealing,” she pointed out.

“Unfair of me. I haven’t met them. It’s not like we hang out a lot, socially.” Scott had been fourteen when I was born. He’d been out of the house before I remembered him living with us.

“Well, this weekend is as good a time as any to get to know one. Or two. At the same time.” She waggled her eyebrows.

I ignored her and zipped my suitcase shut. “There. One bag. Nobody can complain that I took too much.”

A knock on the door drew my attention. Through the blinds, I saw the tanned forearm that indicated my father was back from the golf course.

“It’s open,” I called.

“Hey, Sport,” Dad said as he stepped in. He noticed Sarrah on the couch. “And Sarrah. Am I interrupting?”

“I’m helping Charlotte winnow down her wardrobe choices, Mr. Holmes,” Sarrah said in her most kiss-ass voice.

“Good. There’s a weight limit on planes. We don’t want to crash.” Dad chuckled at his own remark.

I groaned inwardly and patted my suitcase. “This is the only one I’m taking.”

Dad’s expression took on a worried cast. “Are you feeling okay?”

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A Kingdom of Pleasure and Torment (Fablemere Fae #1) Read Online Abigail Barnette http://www.ilovenovels.com/a-kingdom-of-pleasure-and-torment-fablemere-fae-1-read-online-abigail-barnette Mon, 23 Sep 2024 09:22:40 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/a-kingdom-of-pleasure-and-torment-fablemere-fae-1-read-online-abigail-barnette Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal Authors: Abigail Barnette Series: Fablemere Fae Series by Abigail Barnette
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Total pages in book: 107
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How far would you go to have your revenge?

Shattered by the murder of her faery mother, Cenere knows that she, a lowly human, is powerless to avenge her, until her faery guardian, Luthian of Mithrax, offers her a deal… and a crown. As a queen, Cenere will have the power to bring her mother’s killer to justice, but the fae give nothing freely. The price Luthian asks is total surrender to his every passionate whim and devious machination.

Exiled from the Court of Pleasure and Torment, Luthian seeks to return to his life of hedonism and perversion. Cenere will become his way back into the graces of the sadistic King Arcus. She need only pledge her body and will to Luthian. Under his tutelage, she’ll be able to infatuate the court—and the King’s rakish second son, Prince Cassan. Her guardian will do the rest, and place Cassan on his father’s throne with Cenere beside him.

But when the doomed king sets his sights on the human woman who will be his undoing, her guardian can no longer keep her safe. Cenere finds herself protected by Prince Kathras, the heir to Arcus’s throne and a faery far more dangerous than his father. Torn between her guardian, a cruel prince, and a kind one, Cenere knows her fate is out of her hands. And Luthian has his own secrets. When his true motivation is revealed, it will change the course of Cenere’s life forever…

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Chapter One

Mother is dead.

Dead and buried beneath the cenere tree where she first wished for me. The tree that inspired my name.

Mother’s murderer is seated beside me in the carriage. He believes I don’t suspect him. How could I not? Faeries are immortal, but my mother died. Someone had a hand in it. Why not the villain who stands to benefit most from her death?

Every bump and jostle makes my knees smash into those of Lord Cadwyn Thrace of Elegwyn Manor, very recently widowed. His mourning blacks are garish, his cravat too big, the tails of his coat slightly too long. He cut a dashing figure at his wife’s funeral.

No doubt, he’s already looking for someone new to warm his bed and line his pockets. It will be especially easy now that he’s stolen my title, my lands, and my mother through his treachery. He plays the part of the wealthy, distinguished faery well, and wins hearts with his rakish charm. Mother fell so hard that even learning that his fortune was non-existent wasn’t enough to shake her resolve to have him.

Now, only a year later, he has inherited what should be mine, and I return to the only home I’ve ever known as my stepfather’s guest.

“You’ll be all right.” When he tries to force his pale face into a kind expression, it looks more like a smirk. “I’ll give you a stipend, of course.”

“I am tired,” I say, and turn my attention to the raindrops pelting the window. “I don’t wish to discuss this now.”

“Unfortunately, we must. It may seem vulgar to speak of money so soon after your mother’s internment—”

“It is vulgar for you to speak of my mother’s money at all,” I snap.

“Cenere…” he begins, the antennae at his hairline glowing softly with an insincere silver-white light. “I’m not throwing you out. You’re in a unique predicament. It would be cruel of me to expect you to fend for yourself. You’re leagues from the nearest human settlement—”

“I know where the human settlements are.” I’ve often wondered if a faery lives there in my place. My mother never hid the fact that I was born of a wish, but she didn’t let her human daughter believe in a fantasy of wishes without consequences. I came from somewhere. Certainly not from my fae mother.

“You’ll need my guidance,” Thrace goes on. I hear him, but I don’t listen.

Outside, the forest grieves for its mistress. It robed itself in dense, ghostly fog the moment my mother’s light faded. Since then, the sky has been dirty white and hazy. I wonder how long it will last. How will the buds know to bloom in the spring without mother to sing them softly awake? I can’t do it. I will never be able to do it.

If I am a changeling, I was chosen well. My looks match my mother’s; generous flesh of milky rose, hair that gleams like the copper rays of a setting sun. I look like a Spring Fae. I have all the powers of a human.

I will never know what it is to have wings. I will never wield magic or see all the splendor of a faery court. But perhaps most unfairly, I will never have the power to bring Cadwyn Thrace to justice for my mother’s death.

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He'll never stop fighting to keep his throne...and her.
Born into a secret society of werewolves and betrothed to a mate she didn't love, Bailey Dixon made the choice to leave her pack for five years. Now, she's back and fully committed to becoming the werewolf she was destined to be.
But destiny--and the new pack king--have other plans. Rich, handsome, and utterly ruthless, Nathan Frost demands absolute obedience from the Toronto pack. When he sets his sights on Bailey, she's plunged into a world of politics, sex, and violence she's not equipped to navigate on her own.
With her life in danger and enemies emerging from every corner, Bailey is forced to rely on the mysterious stranger who's usurped the throne of her pack. And even he can't be trusted.

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CHAPTER 1

February 15, 2017

I can’t believe I did it.

Brushing my fingertips over the indentations of my words on the paper, I try to remember how I felt when I wrote them. Vague ideas like “exhilarated” and “terrified” come to me, but I can’t experience that day again, no matter how hard I imagine.

It was the day my life completely changed. The day I invoked the right to leave our pack and live a mortal life for five years, instead of simply accepting the transformation and becoming a full werewolf.

The intercom chimed its gentle breakfast announcement and I put my old diary back in the bedside drawer, where it’s awaited my return for the past five years. But I’m not the seventeen-year-old I was when I left. I’m a grown-up stranger in that girl’s bedroom, with its soft pink canopy bed curtains and gleaming white furniture.

You just got home, I remind myself. Give it time.

I go to the vanity where I spent so many teenage hours practicing my eyeliner skills and contouring my face to Kardashian perfection. Things were much simpler then, before I heard of the Right of Accord. I hurry through my makeup routine—I may have arrived in the middle of the night, but Vivianne Dixon expects her children to look “acceptable” to her standards no matter the circumstances—and dig through one of my wardrobe trunks for a silk floral peasant top and dark wash jeans.

My childhood home is an outdated “modern” mansion my parents had custom built in the late eighties, long before I was born. Our kind—their kind, until I make my final decision—live long enough to make a lot of bad style choices. Mother and father have already tucked into their breakfast in the stark white, oblong dining room. The black Lucite dining table is set with square white platters of more food than we’ll eat, and mother looks up from taking a helping of mixed fruits from one of them. The cold blue light of the early morning filters down from the octagonal skylight and creates a halo of silver around her gray hair.

“Darling, I didn’t expect to see you this morning. Hudson said you didn’t arrive until nearly four.” She doesn’t rise from her seat, but waits for me to lean down so she can kiss the air beside my cheek. “That’s an…interesting top.”

“Thanks.” I pretend she means it, and round the table to put an arm around my father’s shoulder in a half-hug. By the time he swallows his toast and dabs his mouth with his napkin, I’m already back to my seat. I shake out my own linen napkin and smooth it over my lap. “I did get in late.”

“Well, it’s a long flight from London,” father says, and it’s probably all he’ll have to say for the whole breakfast.

Mother will make up for it. “Other than the delay, how was your flight?”

“It was fine.” I take a croissant and some fruit, my stomach still roiling from the salmon I ate on the plane. It had not agreed with me. “I slept most of the way.”

“Good. Then you won’t be too jet lagged for tonight.”

“Mother—” I begin, but she doesn’t look at me, concentrating on buttering half of an English muffin. If she doesn’t look at me, she can pretend I haven’t objected.

“Of course, if your flight had arrived on time, we would have been able to get you something suitable to wear.” She glances up and briefly purses her lips. “No matter. I had Tara send over a few gowns. From before she gained all that weight.”

I may have been gone for five years, but I’ve seen plenty of photos of my sister on Facebook. She’s gone up a single dress-size, maybe.

Totally unacceptable for a daughter of Vivianne Dixon.

“Look, I just got in and the ball is a lot—”

“A lot of work?” Mother interrupts me. “Yes. It is. It’s what makes it an obligation. And it’s also the perfect opportunity to make a fresh debut to the pack. To show them that your little…walkabout, as it were, is finally over.”

“I haven’t—” I stop myself. I’ve been in my parents’ presence for minutes and my mother has already started making me feel bonkers. I’m not about to start my first morning back with an argument.

“You haven’t had time to unpack or do anything with your hair,” she says, waving her hand.

I self-consciously touch my freshly straightened blonde locks.

“I’ve booked Jonathan for two hours with you today,” she prattles on. “Not enough time to fix those highlights, but I’m sure he can make something out of all…”

My fists clench under the table as she gestures vaguely at my problem areas. Which, to her, is all of me.

“Listen…” I begin tentatively. It will do me no good to sound argumentative. “I know what a huge deal the ball is and how long everyone has prepared for it. I don’t want to drag you all down and make you look bad.”

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When life unravels, someone has to wind it up again. Sophie Scaife has found herself in such a position one time too many. She should be celebrating a new year and bountiful success; instead, she’s trying desperately to hold her world together as it tears apart. For Sophie and her husband, billionaire Neil Elwood, coupling the domesticity of marriage and their steamy games of Dominance and submission comes naturally. Rekindling their sinfully kinky affair with an old flame makes their passion burn hotter than ever, and Neil’s lust for Sophie is matched only by his drive in undertaking an ambitious new philanthropic venture. But in the wake of Neil’s greatest triumph comes a staggering life change neither of them are prepared for. Overnight, Sophie finds herself in a new reality, wholly unlike the life she’d planned. As emotions run high, Sophie struggles to reconcile the husband she cherishes with a man she no longer knows; a man she loves too much to let go without a fight... ***Content warning: contains mention of suicide and suicidal ideation, as well as recovery.
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CHAPTER ONE

Tonight. Pavillon Français. The moment you cross the threshold, you are mine. You will not speak unless spoken to. You will obey my every command.

I read the words over and over again as I stood in front of the doors. Neil had converted the building, a recreation of the Pavillon Français at Versailles, with the express purpose of holding all manner of carnal delights with which to torment me. And, inside, my Sir waited.

My heart pounded. The gilt-edged note had arrived via courier that afternoon, written in Sir’s hand. I’d made the mistake of opening it at my desk. It had been incredibly difficult to concentrate on photos of jackets while pressing my thighs together all day.

And that had been his plan, all along. To get me thinking about him, his control over me, and the need I had to submit to his every sexual whim. It was a need that would never be satisfied.

So, it was a good thing I was married to him.

I dragged in a shaky lungful of sharp January air. I’d arrived home in time to quickly bathe and shape my hair into large, fluffy curls that floated around my shoulders. I’d dressed my part, though I had no idea what Sir had planned. Some nights, I found myself spread-eagle, bound to a steel frame as Sir lashed my body all over with a flogger. Others, I’d be bent over a padded bench as a mechanical sex machine rammed into me while I screamed through my gag. No matter how much care I took with my appearance, it would be utterly ruined by the time we were finished. Still, I’d painted on sharp wings of black eyeliner over smoky silver shadow and stained my lips with a matte plum gloss. Beneath my black wrap dress with its three-quarter length sleeves, I wore dark maroon panties and bra—silky and perfectly cut. The panties were already wet from my anticipation.

I took a deep breath and pushed open one of the doors. The moment you cross the threshold. The toe of my black Madden Proto pump touched the tile. The bottoms of my feet tingled. My heart raced. My mouth went dry. I stepped through and closed the door behind me.

There he was. My Sir. My husband. Neil Elwood.

He sat in one of the ornate Louis XVI chairs before the fireplace. He wore a white button down and sharkskin gray trousers, perfectly crisp and presentable, despite the depraved things he would do to me. The light from the tall tapers in the candelabras gilded and darkened his hair, which was more silver now than its former ashy brown. The soft overhead lighting supplemented the candlelight.

He motioned me forward with a snap of his fingers and held up a hand to halt me when he deemed me close enough.

He hadn’t said a single word, yet, and I was already his.

A door creaked, but I didn’t dare look away from Sir’s gaze. I heard the footsteps behind me before the soft, faintly accented voice. “Good evening, Chloe.”

My heart stuttered.

“Yes, good evening, Chloe,” Sir said. Chloe was the role I played when we were with our lover, Emir. We’d met him at an exclusive sex club in Paris where anonymity had been of utmost importance, but we still used those club names while playing. They were like terms of endearment, now.

Emir slowly circled me, his dark eyes drifting over my body in open appraisal. I was an object under his gaze, the same as a priceless jewel or an exotic automobile. The warm, dim light burnished his golden brown skin, and dark whorls of chest hair showed in the parted collar of his black button-down shirt.

Neil and I hadn’t seen Emir in months, as he had been settling his divorce and had kept his sexual proclivities more secret than usual. That he was here, standing in our miniature pleasure palace, on a night when I knew anything could happen, seemed like a dream.

“Do you understand the terms I sent you?” Neil asked, never moving from his chair.

I nodded.

“Answer me.”

My breath halted in my throat. “Yes, Sir.”

“Our usual safe word system is in place,” he went on. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.”

Emir said nothing, his gaze fixed on mine. He trailed one fingertip across my collarbones, then in a line down the V of flesh revealed by the dress’s low neckline. He pulled one side back, then the other, baring my breasts in my satin bra.

“Tonight, I’ve decided to loan you to my friend. He’ll use you as he likes, and you’ll let him,” Neil stated. “You may not object to a single command, except to safe word. You are nothing but a gift to please my friend. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Sir.” My clit pulsed almost painfully.

“Thank you, Leif,” Emir said with a sly smile. Another false name. Just as Neil had adopted Leif as his identity at the exclusive Parisian sex club they both belonged to, “Emir” was actually El-Mudad ibn Farid ibn Abdel Ati. Like Neil, El-Mudad was a billionaire with a penchant for kinky sex. He and Neil had planned this together, and that could only be to my advantage.

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After a tumultuous year, Sophie Scaife’s relationship with her boyfriend and Dom, billionaire media mogul Neil Elwood, is hotter and happier than ever. His sizzling Dominant side pushes Sophie to new and challenging heights of submission and erotic exploration as she follows her Sir’s every whim. But with his daughter’s impending wedding and a milestone birthday turning Neil’s thoughts toward settling down, Sophie faces a much different future than she’d planned. Caught in a conflict between her new wealth and her desire for independence, Sophie fears she’s becoming just another Fifth Avenue trophy wife. With her fashion journalism career over and her new effort as a writer uninspiring, Sophie has to work harder than ever to prove her intentions to Neil’s family and friends. Sophie isn’t the only one struggling to adapt to her new lifestyle. When private jets and designer labels threaten her bond with Holli, Sophie finds herself walking a fine line between the world she now inhabits and the past—and people—she fears she’s left behind. After a shocking revelation divides her loyalties, Sophie is in danger of losing her best friend or fracturing the trust of the man she loves.
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CHAPTER ONE

There’s no good way to break it to your mother that her twenty-five-year-old daughter is dating a forty-nine-year-old billionaire. So I’d never really gotten around to it. By the time we flew to my hometown of Calumet, Michigan, I knew I was in trouble.

On the car ride from the Marquette airport, where Neil’s private plane had landed, I mentally rehearsed how I would explain to my mother that I was dating Neil Elwood, publishing magnate and tenth richest man in Great Britain.

Oh, she was going to be so pissed at me.

“Sophie? You’re awfully quiet,” Neil said, his eyes never leaving the snow-covered road for a second. He’d rented a car from the airport, a Malibu that, according to him, “drives like a broken shopping trolley.” He hadn’t been in a great mood since we’d landed.

“I’m letting you concentrate on winter driving.” It was a pretty good excuse; Mom said the Keweenaw had already gotten a hundred inches of snow in December alone. Highway forty-one was a hard-packed avenue of white, with a sheen of ice on top. Tall plow banks narrowed the road on either side,,and deceptively cheerful flurries fell in the gray early morning light.

Neil raised an eyebrow at the road ahead of us. “Darling, I learned to drive in Iceland. I’m sure I can handle this.”

“We get a higher average snowfall than Iceland,” I pointed out. But it wasn’t like I could hide the truth forever, and I really had to stop my whole head-in-the-sand routine. “Okay. Confession.”

“On the way to meet your family for the first time. Lovely.” He inhaled, audibly frustrated. “Do they at least know I’m coming?”

“They know you’re coming. My mom just doesn’t know…some stuff.” Better to do it like a Band-Aid. “Maybe I haven’t been entirely honest with her about your money. Or…your age.”

“Sophie!” he barked, tearing his eyes from the dingy snow on the road to frown at me.

“I didn’t lie!” And I hadn’t. “I just haven’t corrected my mom when she said ‘this kid you’re dating.’”

“This is bloody fantastic,” he cursed, a muscle in his jaw ticking as he locked his gaze on the road again. “As if I weren’t already nervous?”

“At least I told you before we got there.” Not that I was making it any better by asking for credit for that. We were already in the car. I could have easily just let this whole thing blow up in our faces upon arrival, and Neil probably suspected I had planned to do just that.

“Sophie, we have been dating for a year! Christ, we’re buying a house together. You didn’t think that eventually your mother would find out?”

I tilted my head and studied his profile. Since the chemotherapy he’d had the year before, his hair had come back in grayer. He’d started growing a beard, a precisely clipped shadow of silver that I absolutely detested, but tolerated because it seemed to make him happy not to have to shave as often. Even before the chemo, our age difference would have been obvious. But now that he was rocking this hot dad look, it was going to come as a bigger shock to my mother. She was only forty-two.

“You know, you’re very handsome when you’re annoyed with me,” I observed.

His mood didn’t lighten. “I’m always handsome, Sophie. Stop changing the subject. Why didn’t you tell your mother the truth about me?”

I shifted a little in the passenger seat. “I meant to. I really did. But then I let way too much time pass, and it got harder and harder to work it in to conversation. It never seemed like the right time.”

“And a house full of your extended relatives is the perfect venue for initiating that conversation, is it?” he fumed. “What is this? Are you…embarrassed of me?”

That made me laugh, despite the fact he was roaring angry. “No! Seriously, that’s not it. That’s stupid. But my mom is to me as you are to Emma. How would you feel if she moved to a different country with an older man she’d met only two months before?”

“It depends on if that man is Horrible Michael or not,” he grumbled. He hated his daughter’s fiancé for no reason I could see, beyond that fact that he was going to marry Emma. In Neil’s opinion, no one deserved Emma. He would have to cop to understanding my mother’s point of view, or concede that Michael wasn’t all bad.

The latter was never going to happen, so he said, “It’s completely understandable that you didn’t know how to explain our relationship to your family. I must admit to having a bit of an advantage here; as a wealthy, middle-aged man, I’m expected to have affairs with beautiful women half my age. It says nothing negative about my character. Those beautiful young women bear the brunt of the scorn, for being vapid, shallow gold diggers.”

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Magazine editor-in-chief, bride-to-be, and soon-to-be-step-grandmother at twenty-six, Sophie Scaife is looking forward to married life with her fiancé and Dom, wickedly sadistic billionaire Neil Elwood. As they enter unexplored sensual territory, Neil leads Sophie to the very edge between pain and pleasure—and she discovers a surprising new side to her sexuality. While Sophie balances her hectic work routine with her devotion to her unconventional family, Neil has to adjust to life as a retired mogul. With their big day drawing nearer, they have to forge through pre-wedding jitters, personal crises, and an unexpected houseguest to get to their kinky ever after. But a decades old trauma still haunts Neil. When the private details draw public interest, Sophie learns that the scars of his past are greater than he let on—and he’ll need all of her love to heal them…
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CHAPTER ONE

There’s a weird thing that happens when your life suddenly clicks into place. You stop worrying about the should-have-beens and start spending more time thinking about the could-bes.

I got a little thrill every time I walked into the Mode office. I still couldn’t believe that I, Sophie Scaife, self-pronounced “eternal fuckup” just a year before, had founded a successful—albeit teensy—magazine that actually seemed to be gaining momentum with readers.

Our office was the top floor of a six-story converted textile factory in Brooklyn. Since I was way out in Sagaponack, anyway, my business partner Deja and I had agreed on a location as close as possible to her and her wife—and my forever bestie—Holli’s new loft. It was a two-hour drive for me, but I usually took a chartered helicopter or slept in the backseat of the Maybach to get there. The rent was pricey, but it was worth the cost to look professional. As my fiancé said, looking successful is thirty percent of actually being successful. And he’s a billionaire, so I figured we should listen to him.

“Ready for the weekend, Ms. Scaife?” Penny, my bubbly blond assistant, asked when I stepped out of my office. Penny had come to New York straight from Pennsylvania after graduating from college there. We’d been her first job interview, and Deja and I had felt instantly protective of her. We’d snatched her up under our wings and practically hissed at anyone we perceived as a threat. Being a small-town girl myself, I felt a spiritual obligation to create a real-life New Yorker out of her.

“You have no idea.” I let her get my coat and purse as I squinted at the split ends of my long, dark hair. I was so happy it was February, and hat-wearing weather was halfway over. The static was killing me.

“Leaving early?” Deja asked, and I met her smiling eyes in the reflection of the gilded mirror on the exposed brick wall behind Penny’s desk.

“Gosh, I hope I’m not fired.” I stuck my tongue out at her. “Yeah. I haven’t been home in, like, two days. Are you cool with that? Did the proofs come back for the summer wedding shoot?”

After two big weddings—one of them Holli and Deja’s—had served as bookends for the previous summer, I had seen a definite need for a “what to wear to which wedding” type of story. Maybe it was because I had been thrown into the deep end with my sorta step-daughter’s lavish New York fairy-tale dream wedding. Despite my background in fashion journalism, I sometimes struggled to remember anything but the most basic fashion etiquette for special events.

“They did,” Deja confirmed with a little grimace. “I hate them. I’m going to meet with Dan at five. You want in on that meeting? We can Skype you.”

I checked the time on my phone. “I’ll still be in the car at five. But, yeah, try and get me in.”

Just as Penny handed me my coat—a blue-gray, mid-thigh pea coat with two rows of military-style buttons down the front—I got a rush of giddy excitement. I had a job again. I had my best friends back. I was living my dream. But, most importantly, the week was over, and I was going home.

My driver, Tony, waited downstairs with the car. I let him open the back passenger-side door for me, and I slid in. In the past, I’d objected to that part of his job, but now I’d come to realize it wasn’t antiquated chivalry as much as means for a driver to make sure his passenger was actually in the vehicle. The partition between the front and back seats was rolled up, so Tony used the intercom to ask, “Straight home, ma’am, or are we making stops?”

I tried to remember if I’d forgotten anything at our Manhattan apartment. I pressed the button and answered, “Straight home. I might be comatose when we get there, but straight home.”

True to my word, I passed right out almost the very moment the car pulled away from the curb. I wasn’t surprised that running a magazine was hard work—I’d been first assistant to the most demanding woman in fashion, at one time—but the toll it took did surprise me. Just two short years ago, I’d been capable of pulling all-nighters and working through the next day. Now, if I didn’t get at least six hours of sleep a night, I couldn’t function. After suggesting it might have something to do with my steady creep toward thirty, Neil had wisely recanted and agreed that it was caused by stress.

I woke when we stopped outside the gate at the end of our driveway, and stared up at the scraggly branches of the jack pines towering over the car in the twilight. I sat up and rummaged through my purse for a piece of gum. I hadn’t seen my fiancé in two days. There was no way I was going inside to kiss him with sleep mouth.

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Sophie Scaife almost ran away once, trading her ticket to college for a ticket to Tokyo. But a delayed flight and a hot one-night stand with a stranger changed her mind, putting her firmly on track to a coveted position at a New York fashion magazine. When the irresistible stranger from that one incredible night turns out to be her new boss – billionaire and publishing magnate Neil Elwood – Sophie can’t resist the chance to rekindle the spark between them… and the opportunity to explore her submissive side with the most Dominant man she’s ever known. Neil is the only man who has ever understood Sophie’s need to submit in the bedroom, and the only man who has ever satisfied those desires. When their scorching, no-strings-attached sexual relationship becomes something more, Sophie must choose between her career and heart… or risk losing them both.
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Chapter One

There are days that just feel off, and you don’t know why until something momentous happens. Then you look back on your morning— on the coffee you spilled on your ghost white Yamamoto jacket, the persistent smell of garlic from the break room fridge, the lipstick you had on your teeth while you flirted with the breakfast guy— and it all makes perfect sense.

I was having one of those days.

For the past year and a half, every day of my life has been a roller coaster, so I’m usually ready for anything. As the first assistant to Gabriella Winters, Editor-in-Chief of Porteras magazine, I spend company time doing anything from ogling male models at a Calvin Klein underwear shoot, to taking a chronically constipated Yorkie to his monthly colonic. It’s certainly not how I envisioned my career in the fashion industry, but I’d like to think I’m starting to get a handle on things.

This morning, I reported at eight-o’-clock as usual. On my way I picked up Gabriella’s breakfast, an egg white omelet and Nova Scotia salmon from Barney Greengrass— made specially for her before opening every day except Fridays, when she fasts— and grabbed coffee for myself and Penelope, the second assistant. I came back to the office, set out the breakfast on Gabriella’s preferred Waterford china, and ahead of her projected 8:15 arrival, emailed a copy of her schedule to all pertinent office staff. I thought things were going pretty well so far when I noticed it was 8:12, and hadn’t yet heard a peep from Gabriella.

That was really strange. I usually would have received a breezy, borderline rude phone call from her by now, demanding something seemingly impossible. I slumped into my office chair, took a sip from my still scalding latte and choked, bubbling a bit over my lips and down the front of my jacket.

At least you got the drama over early today, I thought, shaking my head as I dabbed the stain.

Oh, I wish I had been right.

When Gabriella’s car didn’t arrive by 8:30, I started to get worried. When I called her phone and couldn’t leave a message because her voicemail was completely full, I panicked. I buzzed Jake, one of the editors on the floor. While his line rang, I looked out the tall glass doors. I couldn’t see the outer office from my desk, just Ivanka in reception, drumming her fingertips and shooting worried glances at the elevators. The glare from the fluorescents showed me the faint shadow of my own reflection, all dark hair and pale skin and what looked like two black voids for eyes. Creepy.

“Jake,” he answered, and I jumped. His tone was short, and I could immediately imagine the look of worry on his face. His big blue eyes would be wide, and he’d probably be leaning one tattooed elbow on his desk, a hand buried in his sandy hair as he hunched over his laptop.

“Do you know what’s going on this morning?” I asked, rising to venture to Gabriella’s gleaming lacquered desk. There was a fingerprint beside the leather blotter, which I rubbed away with my sleeve. “Everyone is acting really weird.”

“It’s not good, Soph. We’re still waiting for confirmation from Bob, but it looks like Gabriella is out.”

“Out where?” I squirted some hand sanitizer into my palm. As soon as it absorbed, I hovered my hand over the rapidly cooling omelet to check the temperature. Gabriella hated microwaved food almost as much as she hated germs.

“Out, as in, fired.”

This is fixable. You call Barney Greengrass and ask them to remake the omelet. Penelope can pick it up on her way in if you catch her right now—

A record scratched somewhere in my brain, jarring me back to what Jake had said. “What?”

Jake hadn’t caught on to my disbelief. “I don’t know the details. But I think it’s safe to say, Gabriella won’t be coming back.” He paused, and I could hear his irritation, not with me, but with every facet of this day, in his noisy exhale. “I have to go.”

After I hung up, I wandered around the office a bit. Gabriella was... fired? Did that mean I was fired? Should I start looking for a job?

I sat on the floor beside Gabriella’s desk and reached up for the china plate. I stared disconsolately at the weave of the low-pile carpet as I ate the expensive imported salmon my boss wouldn’t be enjoying this morning. Oh shit, I paid for the fish on my credit card. They would reimburse me for that, right? I didn’t know she was fired when I picked it up.

I mentally calculated everything I hadn’t bothered to get reimbursed for this month. The only way Gabriella was out was if the magazine was folding, so would they be able to pay me? There was no way Porteras could run without her. She was like the single support structure in a badly built house or something.

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Unemployed, blacklisted, and pregnant, Sophie Scaife’s life is totally upside down. Her relationship with publishing magnate Neil Elwood is on the rocks. Her best friend’s career is igniting. And Sophie is afraid she’ll make one of the toughest decisions of her life alone… When a devastating diagnosis forces Neil to return to London, Sophie throws caution to the wind to follow her heart across the Atlantic. Keeping a scorching D/s affair as red-hot in sickness as it was in health is a challenge, even for two lovers as inventive as Sophie and Neil. But Sophie is more than willing to try anything her Sir commands, and their fantasies of control become a welcome refuge from the daily stress of illness. While Neil’s wealth and privilege make adjusting to her new situation easier, Sophie finds herself rebuilding her life around an uncertain future. And while both of them face the changes between them head-on, they’re all too aware that their happiness may be fleeting—and Sophie could lose Neil forever.
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CHAPTER ONE

When you're pregnant by your billionaire ex-boss with whom you've just had an ambiguous breakup, you need your best friend to get through it all.

Unfortunately, mine was headed for Paris, for fittings and run throughs for Elie Saab's runway show. I was so proud of Holli, and so freaked out at the same time. We’d lived together since our first semester of college. The longest we'd been apart had been for a few days, visiting family. Now, I wouldn't see her for four weeks, as she was immersed in a media blitz carefully orchestrated by her brilliant agency.

Everything seemed to have exploded for Holli overnight. Not only would she be walking in her first fashion week show, she'd also be featured in the pages of French Vogue. The side-trip to London, to be interviewed for a BBC documentary about body image, was going to be the thing that pushed her over the top, I knew, even if she was trying not to pin too many hopes on the next month.

I was bursting with happiness for her, but I have to admit I was slightly bumming myself out by comparing our situations. It was difficult, though; her career was taking off like a rocket, and mine had burnt up on reentry.

“Baby, you are gonna miss your flight,” Deja, Holli's girlfriend, called out with the certainty of a mother telling her kids they were going to miss the school bus. I didn't envy her the task of trying to herd Holli to the airport.

Dressed head to toe in sleek, sexy black, from the very professional cut of her blazer to the very rock star chic matte leather pants she wore, Deja could have been a model, herself. Her dark brown hair was pulled back in a sleek, low ponytail, and her brown skin shone beneath what I suspected was Smashbox Soft Lights bronzer.

Former assistant beauty editor skills died hard.

“She’s already packed, unpacked, and repacked six times,” I said, looking up from my bowl of cereal to nod toward Holli's bedroom. I stood beside the refrigerator in the same pajamas I had been wearing for the past four days, trying really hard to not be miserable in front of Deja. She still worked for my possibly-ex-boyfriend-slash-definite-baby-daddy, Neil Elwood, successful publishing magnate and idiot man-child billionaire.

That was just the kind of resentment I couldn't express in front of her. I really didn't want to put her in the middle of anything. I had been the moron who'd dated my boss; why should Deja suffer awkwardness as a consequence?

But, I guess it’s impossible to not look miserable when you haven't showered since before your maybe-ex’s emergency hospitalization. Deja’s big, dark eyes filled with sympathy as she looked at me. “Still haven't heard from him?”

In my anger leaving the hospital the night of our kind-of breakup, I'd asked Neil to give me a few days to cool off. Or think. Or something. I'd been faced with the choice of taking a job with my old boss's new magazine on the condition that I discontinue my involvement with Neil, who was currently running Porteras— the magazine I used to work for— into the proverbial ground. Neil had given me an ultimatum. Okay, maybe it had been a reality check. He'd said that if I turned down a job to be with him, I was making a commitment whether I called it that or not, and he was right. But everything had been moving so fast between us, I’d panicked. And now I had no idea what was going on with him, because he was still in the damn hospital and I’d told him not to call me until he got out.

Deja had fed me what information she could, but all anyone at Porteras had been told was that Neil had been hospitalized for exhaustion. Which was the stupidest excuse in the book, and totally transparent to anyone who knew Neil. The man didn't get “exhausted.” Once, we'd gone for a seven-mile run together, only to come back and have aggressive sex in the shower. I'd barely been able to stand; he hadn't seemed even slightly winded.

I shrugged, repeating what I’d told Deja and Holli every day since Monday morning, when I’d filled them in on the details. “No, but it's okay. I'm using this time to process. Anyway, I have to go get showered and dressed. I have a doctor appointment today, about the—“ I gestured to my stomach.

“Do you want me to go with you?” Deja offered. “I can swing back over after I drop Holli off at the airport.”

Deja had a car. I didn't know anyone else who was our age who had a car in the city. God, she was so cool.

I waved her off. “No, I'll be fine. It'll all be fine. I'm just going to say goodbye to Holli.”

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