Publication Date: November 11, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Romance
With their dream within grasp, Johnny and Lola make an offer on Hey Joe--only to discover that a million dollars doesn't go as far as they'd thought. As the price of the bar rises and expenses pile up, Lola begins to question what she really wants.
Lola knows she can solve their problems with one phone call, but she may risk going too far to have it all. Because she's not dealing with just anyone--she's dealing with a master. For Beau Olivier, there's no such thing as too far. There is only conquest. There is only victory.
Beau and Lola already had their night together, but it wasn't enough. They need more. And the more they need. The more they have to lose.
She took her cell from her pocket and pulled up Beau’s phone number.
“Lola, ma chatte,” Beau answered. His voice was low and raw.
“You were sleeping,” she said.
“It’s one in the morning.”
“Don’t be,” he said. “Unless this is a dream. Then you should be very sorry.”
She smiled. Except for a yellow streetlamp nearby, it was dark. They were alone.
“How are you?” he asked.
She blew out a breath and flicked ash from her cigarette. “I’m okay.”
“Most women who call me in the middle of the night are not okay.”
“I don’t want to be most women,” Lola said quietly.
“You aren’t. Not to me.”
She closed her eyes. “I wish you wouldn’t say things like that.”
“So this call isn’t personal, then. That would make it business.”
Lola waited. [Removed for spoiler]. “What are the terms of your new offer?”
After rustling on the other end and a short silence, he said, “The same. Including the test if you’ve slept with Johnny again.”
“Why would that matter?”
“If you’ve had a partner after the test, then it matters.”
There was that sterile word again—partner. “Beau, he’s my boyfriend.”
“You weren’t with him the night you were with me. Who knows how he kept himself occupied?”
She stared daggers at Hey Joe's back door. She knew Johnny better than she knew anyone, and he wasn’t a cheater. “Johnny would never. You don’t know him.”
“I don’t have to. I know people. Resentment is ugly. It makes people do ugly things.”
She shook her head. “He wouldn’t.”
“So have you slept with him?”
She took a drag of her cigarette. She imagined Beau sitting forward in his bed, the sheet around his lap. The corner of his hungry mouth twitching as he waited. His mouth was so goddamn hungry when it was on her. “No. Have you?”
“He’s not my type.”
“Be serious. You know what I mean.”
“I haven’t seen anyone. The impression you left is…unshakeable.”
“How romantic,” she said dryly to hide the fact that she wanted it to be true.
“You asked me to be serious. I am. Housekeeping has replaced the sheets but I smell your perfume here. It’s impossible, I know.” His voice dropped even lower. “The window is still smudged from your tits.”
Her pulse stuttered. From the start, he’d been catching her off guard, startling her with his brashness. She bit her lip, knowing any noise she made would come out sounding like a moan. “I—I don’t wear perfume.”
He chuckled. “So, Lola. Do we have a deal?”
Publication Date: November 4, 2014
Genres: Contemporary, Erotica, Novella, Romance
Lola Winters’ heart already belongs to Johnny, but for him, she’d sell the devil her soul. Unfortunately, the devil wants something else.
Beau Olivier is the kind of wealthy that buys anything—even people. When he makes Lola a proposition, she finds herself tempted into a seduction that will have her walking the line between comfort and humiliation, desire and resistance. He would own her—for one night. She would be his—for a price. It was wrong. It was scandalous. It was the opportunity of a lifetime.
Sex, music, neon on the Sunset Strip—right in the middle of it all, he would have her. Come sunrise, he would let her go. At least, that was the plan.
Jessica Hawkins grew up between the purple mountains and under the endless sun of Palm Springs, California. She studied international business at Arizona State University and has also lived in Costa Rica and New York City. Some of her favorite things include traveling, her dog Kimo, Scrabble, driving aimlessly and creating Top Five lists. She is the helpless victim of an overactive imagination that finds inspiration in music and tranquility in writing. Currently she resides wherever her head lands, which lately is the unexpected (but warm) keyboard of her trusty MacBook.