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He's Back in T.L. Swan's newest medical romance: Dr Stantons (The Epilogue) is NOW LIVE!!!

11/21/2017

CAMERON STANTON IS BACK in The final chapter...
You are cordially invited to spend quality time with Cameron, Ashley and Owen.
Swoon, laugh and fall in love all over again with this delicious bow on the Stanton cake.

SNEAK PEEK

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CHAPTER ONE

Two weeks earlier.

Cameron

Ashley smiles into her cocktail glass as she sits across the table from me, and I feel myself melt.
This woman will be the death of me. No matter how long I look at her each day, it’s never enough.
“Are we having dessert?” she asks as she opens the menu.
“You’re my dessert,” I reply as I watch her.
She smiles and raises a sexy eyebrow as she peruses the offerings.
It’s Friday night—date night—and she’s all mine. It’s been a long week. I lost a patient in surgery on Tuesday and, as always, Ash was there to pick up my pieces.
I don’t know what I would do without her. I can hardly remember what it was like before she and Owen came into my life.
It must have been lonely, because they’re my whole world now.
“Hmm, that’s me. Sticky date pudding with butterscotch sauce.” She smiles.
“Sticky date pudding sounds really, really good,” I reply.
Her eyes rise to meet mine, and she smirks.
“Let’s go home and have sticky date pudding?” I whisper.
She sips her drink and smirks against the glass. “Can I have yours?”
I chuckle. “Absolutely not.”
She bites her bottom lip to stifle her cheeky smile, and reopens the menu. “My sticky date is off the menu, Cameron.”
I rub my foot up her shinbone. “Until I say it isn’t.”
Our eyes lock and the chemistry buzzes between us. She smiles and looks back to the menu again. “Oh, this sounds good.” She points as she reads. “Creamy ricotta and zesty lemon curd with a drizzle of cream through rich cannoli pastry.”
“Hmm, yes.” I frown. “That’s me.” I smile. “I do love to lick up cream that drizzles.”
Ashley smirks over her menu. “Because you’re an animal.”
I pick up my wine glass and smile into it as I wink her way.
She smiles sexily and raises her glass to me.
“Bien que rien ne goûte aussi bien que votre crème.” I smile.
Translation: Although nothing tastes as good as your cream.
“I’ve en a eu pour toi ici, bébé,” she whispers darkly.
Translation: I’ve got some for you right here, baby.
My cock starts to tingle. I can’t handle it when she talks dirty to me. As soon as she begins, it’s all over. “Let’s go home.”
“Let’s not.” She smiles as she takes my hand in hers over the table and kisses it. “I get you to myself one night a week and we always rush home to have sex because we can’t get enough of each other.”
I smirk. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
She slides my finger into her mouth and sucks on it, and I nearly convulse on the spot as I watch her. My cock starts to thump. She sucks my finger again and her eyes close in pleasure. “Do you know how loved you are, Cameron?”
I get a lump in my throat, not because she’s saying it but because I know it’s true.
“I do,” I whisper.
She smiles, and kisses my hand before she places it back on the table and holds it in hers.
I do.
I do.
I frown as I watch her peruse the menu again, and a strange feeling comes over me—one I’ve never had before.
I want to hear her say I do... to me.
I frown as the fog lifts, and suddenly my mind becomes crystal clear.
What am I waiting for?
She’s the one. I know she’s the one.
She glances up from her menu and smiles sexily. “What’s wrong?” She asks.
I sip my wine. “What makes you think that there’s something wrong?” I reply.
“You look like you just swallowed a fly.”
I throw my head back and laugh. If only she knew what I was thinking about.
“You probably should stop swallowing bugs and put that big mouth of yours to good use under the table instead,” she mutters dryly as she continues reading. “That’s what you really should be doing.”
I picture myself under the table going down on her, and I shuffle around in my chair to allow my cock some much-needed room. “Hurry up and order your dessert. You’re getting fucked in the parking lot downstairs in approximately fifteen minutes.”
She smiles darkly and licks her lips. “Make it ten.”

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We walk into the elevator and turn to the front. Three women and a middle-aged couple are behind us.
Ashley glances over at me and I smirk.
Game on.
“What time will your husband be home tonight?” I ask her out loud, so everyone can hear.
“I don’t know, he’s your father. You ask him,” she replies flatly. She tilts her chin defiantly as she stares at the doors in front of her.
I keep my eyes facing forward as I try to keep a straight face. “I would, but I’m going to be balls-deep in his wife.”
She drops her head and frowns as she tries desperately not to laugh.
“Oh, my fucking God,” one of the girls behind us whispers as she elbows her friend.
“Listen.” She glances over at me. “You can’t tell your brother about us. If he finds out I’m fucking you, too, it’s not going to be pretty.”
I drop my head and scrunch my eyes shut.
“What a slut,” the girl whispers to her friend.
I turn to face the girl. “Do you mind not speaking about my father’s wife, my brother’s mistress, and my hot little fuck buddy like that?”
The three girls’ eyes widen in horror, and Ashley puts her hand over her mouth and bursts out laughing. It’s contagious and, unable to help it, I laugh, too. The doors open just in time and I grab her hand and pull her out into the parking lot.
We begin to walk to the back corner where our car is parked. “That was a bad one.” She laughs. “Your father and your brother.” She shakes her head. “Where do you come up with this stuff?”
“You started the father.” I laugh as I grab her ass. “My brother was an added bonus.”
I push the key lock and the lights flick on my Aston Martin. Ash goes to the passenger side and I follow her and quickly pin her against my car.
We kiss, and her hands rise up my neck and into my hair. We kiss again and again, and God, this woman makes me crazy. I unzip my suit pants and she frowns as she looks down at me. “I wasn’t joking about fucking you in my car,” I growl.
Her eyes widen, and she glances around the car park. It’s semi-dark and nobody is around.
“Here?” she whispers.
“Right here.” I get into the passenger side and push the seat back as far as it will go.
Ashley looks around the parking lot guiltily.
“Get the fuck on my cock now,” I growl.
She bubbles up a giggle as she hitches up her dress a little. “You are a cream-licking deviant, Dr. Stanton,” she whispers as she falls into a straddle position above me and slowly closes the door behind her.
I pull her panties to the side and swipe my fingers through her flesh.
She’s burning hot and dripping wet. “Yes,” I hiss. Hmm. “Fuck, you feel good.” I slide my cock back and forth through her lips and pull her down onto me in one hard slam.
Her mouth goes into a perfect ‘O’ shape and she closes her eyes. She holds the head rest behind me with both hands.
It’s magnified in this small space... the feeling of her. The feelings I have for her.
Our mouths clash together in desperate need. “Bring your legs up,” I push out.
She struggles a bit. “The damn gear stick is in my way.” She hits her knee hard. “Ouch!” she yells. “If you’re going to fuck me behind your father’s and brother’s backs, can you at least buy a panel van?”
I laugh out loud and grab her hipbones. “Done.” I pick her up and slam her back onto me.
“You’re a very bad man, Cameron Stanton,” she breathes above me.
“And you are an excellent stepmother.”

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MORE ABOUT DR. STANTONS THE EPILOGUE

Revisit Cameron's nerves before the ending of the last book.

What did Gloria do that changed everything?

What did Cameron nearly miss?

When does Adrian save the day?

How did an elevator skit end in hilarious violence?
How is it possible that they are more in love than ever?

And why does Owen think everything is disgusting?

You may think that the story was finished....but what happened next changed everything.

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Tee Swan was born in Sydney Australia and is the author of Contemporary Romance novels, Stanton Adore, Stanton Unconditional and Stanton Completely.
Her new novel, Find Me Alastar is due for release in early 2016.
She studies Psychology and works for the Australian Schizophrenia Fellowship. When Tee is not working in the depths of mental health, you will find her daydreaming about her next story, writing, drinking coffee or hanging with her beloved husband and three kids in her sleepy beach side town south of Sydney.
Tee’s aim is to write steamy, tender love stories that stay with you long after you close the book.

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7/18/2017

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Dr Stanton
Vegas
1OAK Nightclub
I frown as the man covered in perspiration clings to me once more, oh for heavens sake. “Do you mind?” I frown as I rip my arm from his grip. The music is pumping and I am waiting at the bar.
“Not at all.” He slurs.
Oh god, my eyes flick over to my group of friends and they all smile and raise their glasses to me in jest. Damn them. This hens weekend away is reminding me why I am eternally single. I fake a smile, bitches.
“I mean it baby, let’s dance.”
I roll my eyes. “I can’t, I’m waiting for someone, you should probably run along.”
“Who?” he asks. Oh give up, pushy bastard.
A tall and dark haired good looking guy walks past and I grab him by the arm, he frowns as he turns back toward us. “This guy. “I smirk.
The creepy guy frowns and curls his lip at his competition.
My eyes scan up and down the guy I have just grabbed, oh, he’s gorgeous. I planned that well.
The guy raises an eyebrow in question as his eyes flick between us.
“This is my husband.” I smile as I link my arm through his. He looks like a nice guy, I’m sure he will save me.
The tall guy raises an eyebrow in surprise and smiles. “And you are my …….wife?” He questions as his eyes flick between me and them man.
I nod. “Aha.” Oh boy, don’t blow my cover.
Tall dark and handsome turns his gaze onto the man before us as he snakes his arm around my waist. “You have met my gorgeous wife then?”
I narrow my eyes as I listen to his voice, I think he’s Australian.
The creepy guy narrows his eyes. “You don’t know him.” He sneers. “I don’t believe you.”
Tall dark and handsome smirks and leans over and grabs the back of my head and pulls me towards him, his tongue rims my lips and he sucks on my mouth, his tongue takes no prisoners as it swipes deep into my mouth….what the frigging hell? His hand drops to my behind and he squeezes the cheek in his hand. Oh my god, this was not in the brochure.
He pulls away and licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts and back up to my face.
I fake a smile as my mind goes totally blank. “Huh.” My eyes flick back to the other guy as I lick my lips, holy crap. What kind of kiss was that? “Umm.”
Tall dark and handsome takes my hand in his. “Fuck off mate, she’s with me.” He then pulls me by the hand through the crowd, what, wait, where are we going? My eyes flick over to my friends who are all high fiving each other over my random kiss with Mr Holy Hot. Should I just pull out of his grip? What the hell for, this guy is freaking delicious. Oh shit, we arrive over to his group of friends and he puts his arm around my waist and pulls my body close to his.
“Boys.” He acknowledges his large group of friends. “You will be pleased to know I just got married en route from the bar. Please meet my new wife.”
Their eyes meet and they all shake their heads and laugh. “Hello.” They all smile. “Nice to meet you.” One man replies as he shakes my hand.
I smirk as his hand tightens around my waist. “
“About time.” One guy says as he shakes his hand. “Congratulations mate, what’s your wife’s name?”
His eyes flick to me and he smiles sexily again. “Blossom.”
I laugh out loud. “Blossom?”
His friends all look me up and down and smile and then go back to their conversation as if this is a common occurrence.
His eyes drop to my breasts again.
“My eyes are up here.” I reply, he can’t even pretend not to stare.
He picks up his beer and drinks it down. “So?”
I frown, of all the nerve. “So, you keep looking at my boobs.”
“You noticed?”
My mouth drops open in. “Well, I’m not imaging it.”
He smirks as he sips his beer. “Good idea, that’s exactly what I’m doing.”
His friend returns with a tray of drinks. “Murph.” He calls. “Come meet Bloss.”
His friend raises his eyebrows. “Hello.” He smiles as he shakes my hand and passes me a drink. “Thank you.” I smile gratefully. My eyes flick between the six men he is with. These guys are all gorgeous…..and cultured. Expensive suits and clothes. My eyes flick back to my friends on the other side of the bar and I bite my bottom lip, I will just have this drink and then I will go back over to them, can’t hurt to have one drink.
His friend turns back to the other men and tall dark and handsome’s eyes drop to my breasts again.
“What are you doing?” I shake my head.
“Imagining.”
I raise a brow. “Imagining what?”
“How those tits are going to look around my cock tonight while I fuck them.”
My mouth drops open in shock.
He smiles a slow sexy smile. “You were safer with the other guy.”
My eyes hold his. I have no words.
“Because unlike him, I will be able to get you to do what I want to do. And tonight I want to fuck those big juicy tits of yours.”
My brain misfires as I get a visual of him naked and above me sliding his cock between my…… it’s been too long. “That’s not happening.” I stammer.
He shuffles around in his suit coat pocket and pulls out a fifty-dollar note. “Do you want to place a bet on it?”
“What an over confident prick you are.” I shake my head, never have I had such a pick up line used on me. “And yes.” I snatch the fifty dollars from his hand.
“I will bet Fifty dollars on me not having your cock between my boobs tonight.”
He winks and clinks his glass with mine as he raises a sexy brow. “Thank you, I will take that as a personal challenge.”
I shake my head as I sip my drink. “Does that ridiculous pick up line work on many women?”
He smiles and winks cheekily. “You would be surprised.”
I smirk, there is something honest about this guy. He isn’t pretending to be someone he is not.
It’s disarming.
His hand drops to my behind again and he rubs it as he smiles to himself as he looks me up and down.
I raise a brow. “You can stop looking at me like I’m your next fuck, there will be no physical activity between us at all tonight. I am not that kind of girl.”
He leans over and kisses me again. “Stop talking.” He smiles into my lips. “You are only making the challenge so much sweeter to achieve. I am a goal orientated man you know.”
“Happy wife, happy life.” I reply sarcastically.
“Blossom, do you really think that I couldn’t make you happy as my wife if that were my goal?” He raises his brow in question.
I laugh out loud. “Shut up. You freak. Who says this shit and gets away with it?”
He laughs out loud as his hands drop to my behind again.

Two hours and six cocktails later.
The sight of his huge cock sliding up and down between my breasts is driving me crazy. We are back in his room, unable to control the attraction, acting like animals. This is casual sex at its absolute finest. This guy is gorgeous, intelligent, funny and as sexy as fuck. Not to mention hung like a bloody horse. I’ve died and gone to Vegas Heaven. His knees are on either side of my body as he kneels over me. Large dark brown eyes stare down at me and I arch my back unable to hold the urge to fuck. How did he get me here? Doing this.
I’m not this kind of girl but holy hell he makes being bad so damn fun.
He bends and kisses me, his tongue seductively dancing with mine. “You owe me fifty bucks.” He smiles into my lips.
I laugh out loud. “Bastard.”
“Time to work off your debt.” He whispers as he pushes his cock forward through my breasts, his eyes close in pleasure. His hands encasing my breasts around his cock. “You have the best fucking tits I have ever seen.” He growls.
My eyes roll back in my head. God this is payment enough, what could be better than this visual sensation?
He starts to really pound my chest until the bed starts to rock and my sex clenches in pleasure. Holy fuck I need this dick inside me now.
I laugh out loud, this is unbelievable. How in the hell did this guy get me back to his room and owing him fifty dollars for the privilege?
He smiles sexily as his mouth hangs slack in arousal. “Arrêter de rire ou je remplirai votre bouche avec ma bite.” He whispers as he looks down at me.
(Translation…..Stop laughing or I will fill your mouth with my cock.”
Am unexpected thrill runs through me and I reply. “Je pourrais prendre tout cela.” (Translation…I could take it all.)
His eyebrow raises sexily in surprise. “Tu parle français?” (Translation…You speak French?”) He asks as he rolls a condom on.
I grab the back of his head bring it to mine. “Je baise en français trop.” (Translation…I fuck in French too.) I whisper into his lips.
His mouth ravages mine and I feel his hard length slide between my wet lips, back and forth he glides his length. I smile, lets up the anti. “Obwohl, wenn ich in Deutsch ficken ist, wenn Im in meinem besten.” I whisper as my arousal hits a fever pitch. (Translation…. although, when I fuck in German is when I’m at my best.”
He laughs out loud into my mouth and lifts my legs over his shoulder as he impales me in one hard slam. We stay still and our eyes both close in pleasure.
Holy fuck.
This guy is good….and huge.
“Sie sollten sehen, was Sie sagen, deutsch meine Bruchstelle ist.” He whispers as he pulls out and slides home again. (Translation…You should watch what you say, German is my breaking point.”
My back arches off the bed, oh god, this is too good. His brain is as sharp as his body, I don’t know anyone else Bilingual and this is blowing my freaking mind. “Ich wollte deinen Schwanz in den Mund” I breath. (Translation…I wanted your cock in my mouth.”
He pulls out and immediately is above me as he feeds his cock into my open mouth, I taste my own salty arousal. Shit. This guy is off the fucking hook. “Votre souhait est ma commande ma chère femme.” (Translation…Your wish is my command my dear wife.”
I smile around the large penis as he slides it down my throat and I feel my sex start to pulse. “Je voudrais que vous souffler dans ma bouche. Si vous étiez vraiment mon mari je boirai vers le bas” (Translation…. I wish you could blow in my mouth. If I was really your wife, I would drink it down.”
He shakes his head and smiles sexily down at me as he pushes the hair back from my forehead. “Fuck, moi aussi. Vous soufflez mon putain de l'esprit ici” He whispers through blanket thick arousal. (Translation…. Fuck, so do I. You are blowing my fucking mind here.)
I smile as I flick my tongue over the end of him, his knees are on either side of my head and his body is moving fluently in and out of my mouth. His dark eyes watch me struggle to take him all.
This man has the body of a god and the mind of an angel.
I am in heaven.
“Je dois te goûter.” (Translation…I need to taste you.” He growls as he pulls out of my mouth, he drops to between my legs and his tongue swipes through my swollen flesh.
Fuck. My knees try to close by themselves as they struggle to gain control of the senses overload. He pushes them back to the mattress aggressively as his tongue really takes charge, licking and tasting all that I have.
“How do I taste?” I whisper as my hands drop to the back of his head.
He groans into me as his eyes close in pleasure, his tongue circles and swipes and I feel myself start to quiver. Oh god, It’s been too long. I’m going to come already.
“Come.” He breathes into me. “I want you to come on my tongue. Give me some cream Bloss Bomb.”
Holy fuck, this guy is frying my brain. He bites my clitoris and I shudder into him and he groans in pleasure. I grab the back of his head to try and still him. “Stop.” I pant, this is too much. I am too sensitive. He sucks deeper and his eyes roll back in his head. “You are one hot fuck.” He growls into me as he laps it all up. He climbs up and over me and slides home in one fell movement.
I frown at the ceiling as my hand runs though his messy curls, I can hardly breathe. He’s so big.
He leans back onto his knees and holds my legs into the air as his eyes drop to my sex and he watches my body struggle to take his large muscle. His thumb gently circles over my clitoris, knowing full well that will release me and allow his entry.
He’s experienced and he knows how to loosen a women straight up
I watch him as I pant, somewhere in between disbelief, denial and utter ecstasy. I didn’t know that sex could be like this. I haven’t had this before…I thought I had good sex…but now I have had this.
I realise not.
He gently kisses my ankle that is next to his ear and he smiles sexily down at me. My eyes hold his for an extended moment and a frown crosses his face as I hold my breath. His hand gently brushes my hair from my face and he runs his thumb over my bottom lip
God, I close my eyes to block him out. This fucking guy is ridiculous.
“Regarde moi.” (Translation…Look at me.”) He whispers.
I force my eyes to open and drag them to meet his.
“Vous êtes la plus belle femme putain j'ai jamais été avec.” He whispers softly. (Translation…. You are the most beautiful fucking woman I have ever been with.)
He drops his body to mine and his lips dust mine with reverence, we kiss for an extended time as if forgetting that his body is still inside mine. An intimacy that is both beautiful as it is petrifying. Slow, gentle and tender.
Stop it. You don’t even know him and this is a one- night stand.
“Cesser d'être molle et baise-moi.” I whisper. (Translation…stop being mushy and fuck me.)
He smiles into my lips. “That’s a first.” He smirks as he starts to slowly pump me.
“What do you mean?” I pant.
“Nobody has ever said that to me before.”
I laugh out loud as he pulls out and slams back into me knocking the air from my lungs. He pumps me hard again. “And if I want to be mushy with my wife I have the fucking right to be.”
I laugh as he lifts my legs over his shoulders again and really lets me have it. His knees are wide to give him traction and I can see every muscle in his stomach ripple as he moves. Strong punishing hits as the bed hits the wall with force.
Oh, he won’t be easy to forget. My body starts to quiver again and he smiles darkly sensing my orgasms arrival. He knows his way around a woman’s body.
Damn.
Of course he does.
Our bodies are covered in a sheen of perspiration and I close my eyes to try and stop the orgasm, I want this to last.
I need this to last.
“I don’t want to come.” He pants.
“Me neither.” I breathe as I pull him back to my lips. “Promise me we will do this again in a minute.”
He laughs into my lips. “We can do this all night Bloss.”
I smile as he lifts my behind with his hand to really hit the end of me and I cry out as my body contracts around his large muscle.
“Fuck yeah.” He calls as his head throws forward and he comes in a rush.
We stay still, both gasping for air. Both wet with perspiration.
Jesus Christ…. What the hell was that?
His lips meet mine and he kisses me softly as he cups my jaw in his hand. I smile into his lips and he kisses me tenderly again. “What an excellent wife you are.”
I laugh out loud and he rolls us so that I am on top of his large body. I rest my head against his chest as I try to catch my breath.
His lips dust my forehead. “Don’t bother going to sleep.” His hand drops to between my legs and he spreads them so that they hang over each side of his large body, he starts to work me again, his three large fingers slide into my wet swollen flesh. “That was the entrée and this is a ten course meal.”

Four hours and four showers later I lie in the semi darkened room with my said husband, the light is just peeking through the crack in the drapes. My head is on his chest and his large muscular arms are around me. The night has been unbelievable to say the least.
We have devoured each other and if he wasn’t out of condoms…..we probably still would be. I think we must have used a whole box.
“Where do you live?” He asks.
“New York.” I breathe. I cringe when I hear my husky voice…a symptomatic problem from lasts nights Tequila and giving head activities no doubt. “Where do you live?” I ask.
“Texas. Originally from Australia.”
I smile and gently kiss his chest and smile in contentment. “I had a good wedding night.”
He kisses my forehead. “Me too.” I feel his lips smile against my skin. “You probably wont be walking for a while.”
I giggle into his chest. “Actually, can you organize a wheel chair to get me back to my room please?”
He smiles. “I would, but I will be using it myself.”
We lie in comfortable silence for a while longer. His hand runs back and forth over my behind as if memorizing every inch, I smile. “Are you using the theorem of calculus to measure my ass?”
He laughs out loud and rolls me onto my back and holds my hands above my head. “Your mind is a fucking turn on.” He breathes against my lips as his tongue gently explores my mouth.
I just can’t get my fill of this guy. “I could say the same thing. I have never had bilingual sex before.” I smile. Hell, most guys I have slept with can’t even speak English to me when we have sex…let alone drop in and out of three languages.
He smiles into my lips as he bites the bottom one and pulls it toward him. “Moi non plus, je peux être accro.” (Translation…Me neither, I may be addicted.”)

I have always had a love of languages, it was my stress reliever when I was in high school and my parents were divorcing. I would lock myself in my bedroom and listen to language tapes through headphones so I couldn’t hear them fighting. Looking back……all those hours alone in my room spent teaching myself was worth it just to experience the night I had with him. He challenged me…. but I challenged him right back and I know I surprised him…. hell, I surprised myself.
It was empowering to be able to keep up with such an obviously intelligent man. Our eyes lock and something clicks into place as I feel a flutter deep in my stomach.
“What do you do for work?” I ask to change the subject.
He lies naked on his side next to me and rubs his hand over my breast and squeezes it hard. “I’m a mechanic.”
I bite my lip to stifle my smile, he has softer hands than me. No way in hell is he a mechanic.
So we are playing that game are we?
“What do you do?” He asks.
“I work in an ice-cream shop.”
He can’t hide his smile. “You are a dreadful liar, there is no way in hell you serve ice-cream.”
I laugh out loud. “You lied first.”
He laughs as his lips drop to my nipple and he takes it in his mouth. “Touché.” He smirks.
“What do you think I do?” I ask.
He narrows his eyes as he thinks. “Your body tells me you are a gym instructor but your mind tells me you are a scientist?”
I smile as I bring his lips down to meet mine. “I got to go.” I sit up.
He frowns and leans up onto his elbow. “What? Where are you going?”
I stand up and his eyes drop down my body. “New York.” I answer.
He frowns again. “You are going home? Today?”
I nod as I walk around his room picking up my clothes. “Aha.” I pick up my phone and check the time. “I fly out in three hours. I got to get a move on.”
His face drops. “But.”
I pick up my bra and put it on. “But what?”
“I wanted to see you again.” He replies as he watches me dress.
I smile and lean over the bed to kiss his gorgeous lips. “Hmm.” I smile into them. “Sorry. Hens weekend is over.”
He leans up and grabs me and pulls me back on top of him. “Stay another night.” He breathes into my lips.
I smile, god I wish. He kisses me again.
“I already have my plane ticket for today.” I breathe.
“I will buy you another plane ticket for tomorrow.” He offers.
For a brief moment I consider it.
“I am here until tomorrow.” He replies. “We could spend another night together.” He smiles sexily.
Could I?
Who am I kidding we don’t even know each others names and he just lied straight out and told me he was a mechanic and besides, I’m totally out of money. I wouldn’t even be able to pay for my dinner tonight. Damn it. “Sorry hubby.” I stand and put my black lacy panties back on as he lays watching me. “This is where our marriage ends.”
He puts both hands behind his head as he lays back down and his eyes hold mine and he smiles broadly.
My face mirrors his. “What?” I smile.
“I kind of like being married to you.”
I widen my eyes at him in jest.
“I know. Shocking. Isn’t it?” He smirks.
I pull my dress over my shoulders and slink into it.
“Come back to bed.” He frowns. “I’m not finished with you.”
I sit on the bed and kiss him once more. “I’m not finished with you either, but I have to go.”
He frowns and gets begrudgingly out of bed and my eyes drop down his naked body. He is one hell of a fine specimen. Tall, athletic, muscular broad chest with a scattering of dark hair. His hair is dark brown with a little bit of length on the top allowing it to have a just fucked messy look. His eyes are dark brown and he has a dark two- day growth going on. My eyes drop lower to the dark short well kept pubic hair that encases the grand jewels. The man is well endowed and hell. He knows it. I can imagine that he has every woman he sleeps with fall madly in love with him.
He has money. He smells of it, the clothes he had on last night. The Rolex watch. The well dressed large group of men he was with. Hell I think his shoes alone would have cost a couple of grand. This room is luxury, it’s not even a room, it’s a suite…. incomparable to my shitty shared room with two single beds next to each other that me and two girlfriends are sharing because we have no money. He pulls on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt. “Can I take you out for breakfast?” He asks.
I glance down at myself, ugg I look abysmal and I fake a smile. “No. But thank you.”
He frowns as he pulls me into him again. “Are you trying to get away from me?”
I smile into his lips. “No. I just got to go.”
His lips linger on mine, oh to hell with budget. Stay and fuck this guy stupid. I pull out of his grip and pick up my handbag.
“Hang a sec until I get some shoes on and I will walk you to your room.” He disappears into the bathroom. I quickly take out fifty dollars and put it on his bedside table and scribble on the hotel notepad next to his phone.

Whoever said Gambling never pays,
Has never lost to you
Xx

I needed this money.…but, a bet is a bet.
He won it fair and square.
He fucked my tits until they were chafe, just like he said he would.
He exits the bathroom. “You ready?”
I nod and smile as I follow him out the door.
“Morning.” He replies to the man standing next to his door in a suit. “Morning.” The man replies.
I frown, who is that? I glance around at all of the doors in the surrounding hallway have men in suits outside every room. He takes my hand in his and we start walking down the corridor. “Who are they?” I whisper.
“Security.” He replies casually as he strides along.
I frown as I nearly have to run to keep up with him. “What for?” I whisper.
“Oh. My brother is here.” He hesitates for a moment. “He has money.” He rolls his eyes. “I forget they are even with us I am so used to it.”
“Oh.” I frown, that’s random. I turn back and see one of the men following us down the corridor. “He’s following us.” I whisper.
He smirks down at me as he kisses my hand and keeps walking. “Relax. Ignore him.”
I frown as my eyes flick to the man behind us. “Oh, okay.”
We get to the lift and I have to take out my key card to see where my room is again.
“We will be fine.” He tells the security guy before we enter the lift. The guy nods and stays on the floor we came from.
We get into the crowded elevator and stand at the front, I smirk up at him as he holds my hand. “I can’t believe you are ditching me on our first day of marriage.” He says loudly so everyone can hear.
My eyes widen in shock, what’s he doing?
“So you just used me and abused me all night, is that it?” He asks in an over exaggerated voice. I hear a lady behind us gasp in shock and the other people all pretend to not listen.
I smirk, bastard, two can play this game. “Yeah well. What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and you were totally shit in bed by the way.” I reply dryly.
“What about our kids?” He asks, acting offended.
I drop my head to hide my smile, oh this guy is something else.
“Your kids are bastards, one of your other wives can bring them up. I have had enough I’m going back to prostitution.” I reply.
“Just don’t give anyone anal. You know that asshole is mine.” He frowns acting serious.
I widen my eyes at him. He did not just say that out loud.
“Oh my god.” The lady behind us whispers.
“Sshh.” Her husband whispers.
He drops his head to stop himself from laughing and he squeezes my hand in his, I squeeze it back as I bite my bottom lip.
The lift doors open and he walks out and strides down the hall toward my room. “What number?” He asks.
“322.” I smirk.
We continue walking until we get to my room and I turn toward him.
“This is your room.” He replies.
“Yep.” I smile, oh I don’t want to go in. I do want to stay with him another night.
He takes out his phone. “Can I have your number?” He asks.
I raise a brow. “Why?”
“So I can sell it to the highest bidder, why do you think?” He replies dryly.
I smile. “I live in New York you know.” I reply.
“Yes I am coming to New York next weekend.” He replies.
“Since when?” I frown.
“Since now.” He smiles as he kisses my lips.
His tongue rims my lips. “donnez-moi votre numéro avant que je vous traîne retourner dans ma chamber.” (Translation…give me your number before I drag you back to my room.)
I kiss his lips and smile. Could this guy be any more fun?
He takes out his phone and types the name wife into the contact list.
I laugh. “You can’t save me as wife?”
“Who says?”
“Me.”
He grabs my behind and pushes me up against the door. “While you are in Vegas you are my wife and if I want to fuck you up against the door here. I can.” He growls into my neck,
I laugh into his shoulder as I push him away, I take his phone and type in my number and he smiles and his lips linger on mine.
“I’m coming to New York next weekend and getting a hotel for us. Where do you want to stay?”
I laugh. “You are crazy.”
“And you are fucking addictive.” He smiles into my cheek as he grips me tight.
We laugh into one last lingering kiss and his lips drop softly to my neck.
“Goodbye my beautiful wife.” He whispers as his eyes search mine.
I feel my heart somersault in my chest. “Goodbye.” I smile softly.
He starts walking up the hallway backward as he points at me. “I will see you next weekend?”
I smirk as I cross my arms in front of me as I watch him walk backwards up the hall.
“Don’t bother packing clothes because you wont be needing any.” He calls,
I smirk again and shake my head, god, he’s a bona-fide sex maniac.
A porter walks past and he calls out to him. “Excuse me, do you have any wheelchairs available.”
I cover my mouth to hide my giggle. He wouldn’t?
The porter looks down at his legs, wondering what is wrong with him to need a wheelchair.
“Oh, its not my legs, I have a very sore dick.” He points to his groin. “Hard night.”
The porter frowns as he looks at his crotch.
I burst out laughing and they both turn to look at me. With an embarrassed wave I walk into my bedroom and close the door. I shake my head in disbelief at the crazy events that have panned out over the last twenty- four hours. I lean against the back of the closed door with a broad smile.
Wow.
What an unexpected night.
What an unexpected man.

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If happiness is a gift.
Then Cameron Stanton is my Santa Claus.

I can’t tell you the exact moment I fell in love with him.
Only that I did.
With every glance, every touch, every minute…. he stole a little more of me.

They say that all men are created equal.
Well that’s a blatant lie!

I know because I met Gods gift to women in Vegas,
I pretended he was my husband to get rid of another man.

He took our fake marriage seriously and it became his personal goal to consummate.
He spoke to me in French and I lied to him in German.

His laughter was addictive.

But I thought what happens in Vegas would stay in Vegas.

Until it didn't.
Dr. Stanton turned up where I least expected and my lies came back to haunt me.

The attraction is palpable.
The secrets unchangeable.
I need him more than air.

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NEW ROMANTIC SUSPENSE & CHAPTER REVEAL: Play Along by T.L. Swan

4/24/2017

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In a world full of deceit and lies, who do you trust?
I stand alone in the corner of the nightclub, watching him take her in his arms before he kisses her.
The air evaporates from my lungs. I can’t breathe.
Despair is pumping through my bloodstream, but for some sick self-destructive reason, I can’t bring myself to look away. I have to see this—see what he is capable of and exactly how far this has gone.
The signs were there, I saw them. But like a fool I ignored them for as long as my gut instinct would allow.
I believed that he loved me.
I believed that she loved me.
As I stand there and watch my boyfriend of two years kissing my best friend and roommate of five years, I realize I have never felt so betrayed on so many levels. I can’t even begin to comprehend what I am witnessing.
The hairs on the back of my neck stand to attention. I feel like I am having an out of body experience watching the horrific nightmare unfold.
This can’t be happening.
My first inkling was two weeks ago. Melissa, my roommate, had a date with a guy she has been seeing for a few weeks and when he arrived to pick her up, Todd, my boyfriend, was really nasty to him. I watched him glare at her as she left and I saw her practically run from the apartment just to get Todd away from that man.
Why?
Why wasn’t he happy that she was dating? They had become friends and hell, had spent many nights alone in my apartment as he waited for me to get home from my nightshift. A sick thought had crossed my mind that night… was he jealous?
No, he couldn’t be.
So, I thought I would test the theory. Over the following week I was overly affectionate towards Todd in front of Melissa, and every single time she went to bed early, acting happy even though I knew she was fuming inside. The catalyst came on Thursday night when I decided to call in sick for work and Todd and Melissa were both openly annoyed that I wasn’t going in.
I had obviously ruined their plans of having sex, and that’s when the deep sickening truth slayed me.
Did they have sex in her bed or mine?
How often did my roommate satisfy my lover?
Unable to help myself, I put a tracking device app on Melissa’s phone. I knew her password. Of course I did. We shared everything.
Even a cock, it seemed.
On Friday she announced that she was going away for the weekend and Todd announced that he had a night away planned to somewhere else for work.
Coincidence? I didn’t think so.
I knew they were meeting up and probably going to be fucking in a hotel room somewhere.
I took my time. I waited.
And now it’s 11 p.m. on Saturday night and I’m in a different town, in a nightclub where I know nobody, witnessing my worst nightmare.
He can go. A leopard never changes his sickening spots... but why the fuck did he have to take her from me?
I watch them through unshed tears as my heart tries to escape my chest.
My best friend—the only constant in my life since my mother passed away five years ago. My father, an abusing control freak, left when I was a kid, and then when Mom died I moved here for college and met Melissa. My life changed that day. Mel was happy, confident, and attractive.
More than I was… than I am.
I watch her grind herself against him while he looks down on her seductively as she dances. His hands are on her behind. He’s smiling as he says something and then they laugh together, and I feel myself die a little inside.
They are not just fucking.
They have feelings for each other.
He kisses her again and his hands go to the back of her head to hold her exactly how he wants her. Their kiss is long, deep, and erotic.
Through blurred vision, I try to make myself look away.
No.
I can’t look away because I know when I leave this nightclub two of the most important people in my life will no longer be a part of it. The floor sways beneath me. How is this possible?
What have I done to deserve this betrayal?
I can’t move.
He kisses her again and they fall back against a wall where he pins her and then they start to really go for it.
No. Stop it!
The tears burst the dam and I start to stride toward them as the adrenaline hits its crescendo. I need to stop them, stop everything.
Stop kissing her, you fucking asshole!
Please, stop it!
But then I pause mid-step.
Don’t do this. Don’t lower yourself. Go home and move out. Don’t give them a chance to deny or defend it.
I am better than this.
I stand for a moment and stare at the square pattern on the carpet beneath my feet. I’m dizzy and disorientated. I stay there for a while longer with my eyes firmly on the dirty treasons. He kisses her and lifts her thigh up to wrap around his, a move he always pulls on me.
Does he like to do her from behind, too?
That last thought snaps something deep inside. I don’t remember getting over to them, but I push him in the back as he pins her to the wall, he falls forward and then looks around, his expression drops in horror. Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve punched him in the face.
Melissa’s hands fly to her mouth. “Oh my God!” she gasps. “T-this isn’t what it looks like,” she stammers.
“You slut!” I scream, unable to control myself. I grab a drink from a man walking past and throw it in her face, following it up with a hard slap across her cheek. She staggers back in shock, her hand flying up to her smarting face.
“Roshelle,” Todd cries as he grabs my arm to try and control me. “Calm down.” He pulls me away from Melissa, clearly scared that I am going to hit her again.
“I will not fucking calm down.” I push out as the tears fall. I turn to him and a myriad of emotions fill me, but it is his betrayal that steals my voice. I have so many things I want to say, so many things that have escaped my brain. My eyes search his and he tries to grab my hand.
“Don’t touch me!” I yell as I whip my hand away from him. “Never again.”
I turn to Melissa. “Get your things and get out of my house.” I sneer.
“Roshelle,” she whispers. “I’m so sorry.” She shakes her head in disbelief. Suddenly the walls start closing in, and I know I have got to get out of here.
I have got to get away from this hurt.
I see an exit sign and make a beeline for it without looking back. I push out into the cold night air, the door slamming behind me.
“Shut the fuck up before I blow your fucking head off!” a man’s voice yells.
“You don’t have the fucking guts,” someone else sneers in reply.
Huh?
I try to focus, despite my tears, and I angrily swipe them from my eyes. It’s dark and there are people out here. I try to focus on the shadows in front of me, then I turn back and try to open the door I just came out of. It’s locked and there is no handle on this side. It’s clearly a fire door.
What? Where am I?
The tears are streaming down my face.
A gunshot rings out and a man drops in front of me clutching his stomach. My eyes widen in horror as I grasp the situation I have just unknowingly stumbled upon.
What?
Suddenly, I’m surrounded by five men on all sides.
I’ve interrupted some kind of deal.
Oh no.
“Who the fuck is she?” one man calls out.
I shake my head in a panic. “I didn’t see anything, I swear.” I push through the group of men and one of them grabs me by the arm. “I need me some clean ass tonight.”
I try to rip my arm from his clutches, but he hits me hard across the face with his gun, the pain ringing through my head like a lightning bolt before I fall to the ground.
“Bring her with us,” someone yells.
“No, we don’t need that baggage. Leave her, she said she didn’t see anything.”
They continue arguing.
“Yeah, well, my cock needs new pussy. “Bring her.” The shooter growls.
I feel my body being lifted and then thrown into the tight space of a car trunk. “No,” I whisper. “No.” My handbag falls to the ground and I see someone pick it up and throw it in the car.
The trunk lid slams with a thud.
I taste blood in my mouth as I lie in a semi-conscious state in the dark.
The pain from my head throbs. What has just happened?
I put my hands up in the darkness and feel the cold metal that encases me.
The reality of the situation rings true as the car starts to drive and I hear them talking to each other in the backseats behind me. Everything is foggy and my head, it hurts so much. I feel something hot run through my hair. What is it? I put my hand up and feel a deep gash in my head, the dripping blood hot and sticky. What the fuck? Oh no. They will kill me.
With renewed purpose and splayed hands I start to hit the roof in a panic.
They just killed someone.
I need some new pussy.
His words run through my head. Oh my God, they are going to rape me before they kill me, all five of them.
I start to run my hands frantically over the metal that encases me. How do you get out of a car trunk? Is there a latch?
“Help!” I scream. “Help me,” I call out as I slam my open hands on the roof. The car slows down. Shit! My eyes widen.
Is this it? I pant as I listen to their movements and I hear the whirl of the traffic lights walk indicator. Now! I need to scream now. We are static, stuck in traffic.
I start to bang on the roof with force. “Help me!” I scream. I lift my legs and try to push the lid open, but fuck, it’s so cramped in here. I bang frantically on the ceiling and I feel around underneath me, grabbing the corner of the carpet. Tools. There will be tools under here. I half roll over and tear back the carpet and grab a metal toolbox. “Help me. I’m in the trunk. I’m being kidnapped. Heeeeeeelp!” I scream.
“Shut the fuck up or I’ll come back there and shut you up,” a male voice growls from inside the car.
My eyes widen. Oh, he sounds scary. I really begin to freak out. I have to get out of here. Now.
I struggle to open the toolbox in front of me in the dark, but eventually it flies open in a rush and a tire iron flings back, hitting me straight in the nose.
“Ah, fuck!” I scream.
Ouch, that fucking hurt. The impact brings tears to my eyes and I clutch my face. Oh, crap, I think I broke my own nose. I grab the tire iron and hit it on the roof with all of my strength. The impact makes it ricochet back and hits me straight in the eyebrow.
“Ahh!” I scream again. I feel a hot trickle run down the side of my face. If they don’t kill me I am doing a good job of it myself here.
I keep banging the tire iron on the roof. This has got to be gaining some kind of attention. “Help me,” I yell. “Someone… call the police. Help.”
The car speeds up and I am flung to the back of the trunk. The lights change, the car flies around the corner, and I go flying, sending the tools scattering throughout the trunk so they hit me. The driver turns a right like a maniac and I slide and hit my head against the side.
“Fucking assholes,” I scream, and I hear them all laugh inside the car. Then the vehicle flies around a left corner and I go sliding again. I can hear the tires screeching as the car races down the street.
I’m going to die. Oh God, I’m going to die. I try to grip onto the metal roof to stop myself from hitting the edge, but I can’t, and as the car flies around the corner I crumple into the hard metal end of the trunk. The tools are flying around and hitting me. Shit. I feel around frantically for the tire iron again. I may need it, but I can’t find it, and my hand feels around the carpeted floor.
Where are you? Where are you?
I bend and feel along the other end of the trunk and finally feel the cold hard metal. My heart is racing as the car races out of control. I need a plan, but what is the damn plan?
Think.
I clutch the tire iron in my hand with white-knuckle force as I try to stop myself from flying around. Whoever opens the trunk is getting knocked out with this fucker. My thoughts cross to Oprah and her sound advice to never go to the second location. I don’t remember much from Oprah, but I do know that she said never go to the second location if being kidnapped—fight like hell to escape because they are going to kill you as soon as you get there.
Oh God, this is great.
I’m already in the fucking car on the way to the second location. I begin to get mad, like, furious mad. How dare they? I’ve had a really fucking bad night and I’m not in the mood for this shit. After about twenty minutes and sixty attack plans, the car slows down and goes over speed bumps.
Where are we?
Adrenaline starts to pump through my blood.
Speed bumps are in parking lots… So that must mean we are in a deserted parking lot.
The car stops and the men go silent. I close my eyes, knowing this is it.
Holy shit.
My heart is hammering and I grip the tire iron in one hand and the car jack in the other. If I’m going to die tonight, someone is coming with me. I wriggle around so my feet are facing the opening, and I pull them back towards my chest. I can hardly breathe, I’m so scared. I hold my weapons in my hand and wait. The car doors open and the whole car lifts as the men get out.
Where are we?
I hear them begin to talk as if I have been totally forgotten about and another sickening thought crosses my mind. What if they just leave me in here?
What if I just die a slow death in the car from no water or food? Oh my God.
What do I do? What do I do?
I stay quiet for five minutes as I try to think until I can’t stand it any longer.
Screw this. I am not dying alone in the trunk of a car in a deserted parking lot. I put my tire iron down next to me on the floor and I bang on the trunk lid. “Help me. Let me out,” I call.
The men go silent.
“Just get her out and let her go,” someone says.
“I will be having some fun first,” another answers.
I can’t understand what is said next but they all laugh out loud and I grip the tire iron in my hand.
Assholes.
I pull my legs back, and as the trunk is opened I kick out with all my might and connect my feet with a man’s face, knocking him to the ground. I jump out of the trunk and one man comes at me. I swing the tire iron as violently as I can and hit him hard in the head, watching as he falls away. The other men all laugh at their two friends on the ground. Another man comes at me and I swing the car jack as hard as I can and cut his face open.
Then I run.
As fast as I can, I run across the cement. It’s dark and we are in a parking lot that seems to be near the ocean. I can smell the sea and hear the seagulls. I run with two men chasing after me. I have no defense in these damn high-heeled shoes. They catch up with me easily and tackle me to the ground.
“Get off me,” I scream as I fight and kick. One man hits me across the face and they struggle to contain me as I wrestle to get out of their grip. They are too strong.
They drag me up from the ground, one on each arm, as I kick my legs out and wrestle to try and get away. They fight with me through the darkness, guiding me back to the car.
One man has his t-shirt off and is holding it up against his face to try and stop the bleeding from my car jack attack and the other two men watch.
One man is leaning on the car watching me intently.
I glare at him and he smirks back.
“Let me go!” I yell as I try to break the gorilla grip the two men have on me. I bend down and they struggle. I kick out again and connect with the man on my left, hitting his balls and he cries out and doubles over. The distraction lets me rip from the other man’s grip and I punch him hard in the face. The man who I hit with the tire jack comes to their aid and helps them hold me down.
“You’re coming with us, bitch.”
“She’s going to be fun to break in.” The man on my left laughs.
“Fuck you!” I scream as I kick him in the balls again.
He doubles over in pain and the man leaning against the car laughs out loud.
My eyes glance over to him. He’s tall, scary looking, and the other men all seem to be looking to him for guidance. He’s calm and controlled, not like them. He’s clearly the alpha of the group.
Their leader.
He smirks as he watches me and lights a cigarette as if thinking and shakes his head.
“I don’t have time for this shit.” He sighs.
I kick out and connect with the other man’s shin, he cries out. “I’m going to fucking bash you in a minute, bitch.” He growls. “What are we fucking doing with her?” he yells at the man leaning on the car. “She’s out of fucking control.”
The tall man takes a drag of his cigarette, his eyes dropping to my feet before rising back up. He smirks darkly. “Bring her.”
I shake my head and start to fight. “Like fuck you will,” I scream as I kick out.
His eyes hold mine, and he smiles darkly and takes another drag of his cigarette. He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my breasts.
Fear runs through me. I start to go animalistic and fight like hell.
“Get the cloth,” he says to the two the other man standing next to him. The guy disappears to the car and shuffles around as I fight and kick the two men on either side of me. He reappears with a black cloth and holds it over my face as I struggle with the two men who are holding me down.
“No.” I scream as I try to move my head out of their reach. I can’t get away from the black cloth that smells like chemicals.
I struggle.
I fight.
I feel faint.
I lose consciousness.

*****

I wake as a wave of nausea rolls through my stomach and I go to wipe the perspiration from my forehead. I can’t move my arm.
Huh? I pull my arm, but it won’t move, and I glance over my head to see it is tied to a post.
I struggle and look down at my body. Horror dawns on me.
Oh my God.
I’m naked, spread-eagled and tied to a bed by my hands and feet.
My eyes flicker nervously around the room as I try to focus. I see the tall man leaning up against a dresser in the corner, completely shirtless. He is looking through my wallet from my handbag.
What the fuck?
I start to struggle frantically. I have got to get out of here. I jiggle my whole body to try and loosen the ties. “What do you want?” I cry.
He ignores me and pulls my licence from my wallet. He holds it up and reads it.
“Roshelle Meyers,” he murmurs.
“Get out of my things,” I snap.
He glances up and smirks, walking towards me before he kneels next to me on the bed. “I have already been in your…” He hesitates and runs his fingers through my open sex and then puts them into his mouth. “Things,” he replies dryly, arching his brow.
My eyes close. Oh God. I don’t remember.
Shame fills me.
“Let me go,” I whisper as tears escape and roll down my cheeks.
His hand travels slowly up my torso. He cups my full breast and then bends and takes it in his mouth. “I like these,” he whispers into my breast.
I screw up my face and shake my head. “Please… stop it. Please, I beg. What do you want? Let me go. You have had your fun.”
He bites my nipple hard and I gasp in pain.
“I haven’t started to have fun yet,” he whispers coldly.
“Untie me. Please, untie me,” I beg.
He shakes his head as he runs his fingers back toward my sex and slides them through my lubricated flesh. I’m wet. Have I had sex? “Did you…?” I hesitate.
His dark eyes dance with delight. “My tongue did.”
My eyes widen in horror.
He bends and kisses my sex and I buck off the bed to try and get him off me.
“I couldn’t help myself,” he whispers. “A sweet smelling pussy tied open for my gaze is something that I can’t resist. You enjoyed it, by the way.” He lies next to me on the bed and rests up on his elbow. He looks down at me as his hand slides back up my body to cup my breast. “Let’s get one thing straight.” He sneers.
I turn my head away so I don’t have to look at him and he grabs my face and drags my eyes to meet his.
“I’m the boss here.”
I glare at him.
“You do what I want, when I want.”
“Like fuck I do,” I whisper angrily.
He smiles an evil smile. “If what I want is my cock splitting your virginal ass in two… then that’s my call. Not fucking yours.”
I swallow the fear in my throat as his cold eyes hold mine.
“Go to Hell,” I whisper.
“I’m the gate keeper of Hell, baby. Welcome home.”

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I witnessed a murder and became his hostage.

Held captive beneath the deck of a shipping container…. I realise to save my life I need to become valuable.

My body is my only weapon.
His pleasure to my pain.

28 days is a long time to Play Along with his perverted demands.
He thinks I enjoy them.
It disgusts me that I secretly do.

I hate him.
I crave him.

But my mind is stronger than my body and this time he picked the wrong girl to mess with.
When the player becomes the played, escape will be my reality.

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Stanton Bliss by T.L. Swan is NOW LIVE!

6/8/2016

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T.L. Swan’s newest release in the Stanton Series is NOW LIVE!
You don’t want to miss this final chapter in Stanton Bliss!
Read an excerpt & grab your copy today!

SNEAK PEEK

From my bed, I hear the front door open downstairs, the car keys hit the foyer table with force, then I listen as he takes the stairs two at a time. I feel a rush of excitement sweep through me.
My man is home.
Once upon a time, he trained to fight. Now his fight is daily. Mentally battling his demons and physically battling competitors at 6:00 a.m. every morning, I feel sorry for the poor bastards he fights. They don’t stand a chance. He’s changed. He’s darker, damaged and unwilling to conform. Joshua Stanton is dealing with the last six months the best that he can... as am I.
We have each other, we get it, nobody else can understand the language we speak or the pain we have been through. I lie still, trying to recover from our night, and yet he has been up and to the gym. I know why he does it; he’s trying to control the anger at what we have been through. He’s still furious, furious at himself for letting it happen, furious at Amelie for doing what she did, and furious at the press for feeding on our nightmare. He turns the corner into our room and his dark eyes drop to my naked body on the bed. He’s wet with perspiration and there’s a tangible force, a feeling of adrenaline pumping through his body out onto me where I lie. His t-shirt comes slowly over his head, and he drops his pants to reveal that beautiful rock hard body.
“How was your fight?” I whisper as my eyes lower to my name on his side.
He smiles sexily as he walks around the side of the bed, surveying me. He doesn’t answer as his hand drops to between his legs and he gives himself three slow hard strokes. My breath catches. He hasn’t said a word or touched me and yet, as always, just the sight of him makes me good to go. “You look exceptional, Mrs. Stanton,” he whispers as his hand continues to stroke his cock.
I hold my breath and open my legs just that little bit farther. Joshua cracks his neck hard as his dark eyes stay fixed between my legs.
His tongue slides over his bottom lip before he drops his head and begins to lick my inner thigh.
“Give me my breakfast. I’m fucking starving.”
I lay back and close my eyes. Mr. Stanton is here, like he is most mornings when he returns from fighting. The adrenaline in his system is through the roof and I’m the lucky girl he releases it on. Our sex is rougher and less controlled than it has ever been, but it’s also never been so hot. I’m putty in his dominant hands.
I crave his control over my body. I crave the way he takes what he needs without a care in the world.
His strong hands hold my legs apart and his hot tongue swipes through my flesh.
“Hmm,” he groans into me. My hands fall to the back of his head. “Oh, you fucking taste good, my beautiful girl,” he whispers. I shudder immediately and close my eyes. If I watch him do that, I will come in five seconds flat. He starts to really eat me, dragging my body up and down his face. His sharp whiskers are grinding but it’s a pleasurable burn, a pain I have become accustomed to, the pain is my addiction.

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We've changed. Darker, damaged and unable to conform.
My husband Joshua is dealing with the past the best that he can.....as am I.
Nobody else can understand the language we speak.
The trauma we have been through.
But with the pain comes pleasure and happiness is our gift.

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