\n Hustled<\/strong> Fun and Games.<\/strong> Pro billiards player Caine Hall is hot as hell. When he walks into the pool hall I co-own with my husband Reeves, I nearly fall all over myself. Over a few playful games, we get to know each other. He\u2019s smooth and sly, and Reeves instantly hates his guts. He\u2019d kick him out if Mr. Hall didn\u2019t just happen to be our landlord.<\/p>\n He says he wants to help us, and we\u2019re all ears. But when he makes us an outrageous proposal, we can\u2019t believe the gall of the man. Caine wants to spend time with me. It\u2019s innocent enough, albeit very weird. We\u2019re desperate because we\u2019re behind on our rent, so eventually, after much pondering, we reluctantly accept.<\/p>\n Caine treats me like a princess and shows me a whole new world. He takes things slow, just like he does at the pool table. Yet\u2026 he scares me \u2014 he\u2019s intense and obsessive. And as he abuses his power, his demands and proposals intensify.<\/p>\n Reeves and I are falling apart. We keep telling ourselves we\u2019ll say no next time, but Caine has got us both under his spell, efficiently manipulating us both in very different ways.<\/p>\n I\u2019m anxious about my marriage and my unpredictable, hot-tempered husband. Yet I can\u2019t stop thinking about Caine. He\u2019s in my head. He\u2019s under my skin. Reeves and I have agreed that this is simply a financial arrangement, something we\u2019re doing for our livelihood.<\/p>\n So why have I let Caine hustle his way into my heart?<\/p>\n \u2014<\/p>\n Hustled is a STANDALONE story. It will be part of a series of 3 standalone books \u2013 related but separate stories.<\/em><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n \nGoodreads<\/a> \/ Amazon<\/a> \/ Barnes & Noble<\/a> \/ iBooks<\/a> \/ Kobo<\/a><\/p>\n \u2014<\/p>\n EXCERPT:<\/strong><\/p>\n \u201cI officially rescind any future proposals. There will be no money. You\u2019re absolutely right. You\u2019re not a whore, and I\u2019ve been completely out of line. You may go now.\u201d<\/p>\n My jaw drops to the floor. Who does this guy think he is? \u201cI may go now?\u201d<\/p>\n \u201cYes, please go. \u201d He pulls away, and I ache for him. The sudden absence of his warmth leaves me hollow inside, like someone has scooped out my insides with a cold spoon.<\/p>\n My body betrays me completely\u2014my skin prickles with goosebumps, my breath catches in my throat, and there\u2019s this terrible, painful emptiness that only he can fill. I lean forward slightly, instinctively chasing his touch before I catch myself.<\/p>\n The space between us feels charged with electricity, crackling with unspoken need. A hint of his cologne\u2014that tangy, distinct scent\u2014still lingers in my nostrils, teasing me, reminding me of how close he was just seconds ago. My fingers twitch at my sides, wanting to reach out, to pull him back against me.<\/p>\n I hate the power he has over me. I hate how my body responds to his without my permission, like it belongs to him instead of me. But I can\u2019t deny the physical ache that spreads through me, radiating from my core outward, making me feel both weak and desperately alive at the same time.<\/p>\n I shove him hard.<\/p>\n He recovers quickly. \u201cDo I need to call security? \u201d<\/p>\n I watch him as he walks away from me. I\u2019ve really done it this time. What must the man think of me? He reaches into his desk. For a chequebook? For a security button?<\/p>\n I huff. I hate him so much, I can\u2019t stand it. \u201cAnd another thing, Mister. You\u2019re not as perfect as you think. One of your ears sticks out more than the other\u2026 it makes you look goofy.\u201d<\/p>\n His gaze reaches mine, and that maddening smile curves his lips again. \u201cIs that so? I never realized. Thank you so much for bringing that to my attention, Jenna.\u201d<\/p>\n Just as he\u2019s about to take a seat at his desk, he changes his mind and stands. \u201cLet me show you out,\u201d he says cooly, and every syllable grates me \u2014 how dare he be so calm and collected, when I just want to rip his head off.<\/p>\n But when we get to the door, he presses me against it, his body claiming mine\u2014and I lose complete control.<\/p>\n I\u2019m his. All his.<\/p>\n His hands find the hem of my skirt, rough and demanding as he hikes it up. My back presses against the cold door, a stark contrast to the heat of his body pinning me there. I gasp as his fingers trail up my thighs, leaving fire in their wake.<\/p>\n \u201cTell me to stop,\u201d he whispers, his breath hot against my neck. \u201cTell me you don\u2019t want this.\u201d<\/p>\n But I can\u2019t. The words won\u2019t come. All I can manage is a desperate whimper as his hands climb higher, stroking the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. My head falls back against the door with a soft thud.<\/p>\n \u201cCaine,\u201d I breathe, my voice barely recognizable to my own ears.<\/p>\n Author Bio:<\/p>\n Mom, writer, bookworm, comic artist, and hopeless romantic. <\/p>\n Author of The Ground Rules trilogy, the One Week series, the Riverstones series, the Orchard Heights series, and the You collection. <\/p>\n ALL my books are standalone reads with the exception of The Ground Rules Book 2 and 3. Although the books are standalone reads, when reading a complete series, it is best to do so in chronological order to avoid spoilers. And if you\u2019re a comics fan, check out my comic book: A Romantic Life. \ud83d\ude42<\/p>\n \nWebsite<\/a> \/ Goodreads<\/a> \/ Facebook<\/a> \/ Instagram<\/a><\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n GIVEAWAY!<\/strong>
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