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Taste the forbidden in the new series from two bestselling authors! NOT VANILLA - VOYEURISM, includes WATCH ME by Jennifer Lynne and LOOKIN' GOOD by Roz Lee. These sexy, novellette-length stories, while romantic, will take you into the erotic world of the watcher and the watched.
Blurb - Lookin' Good by Roz Lee
I wish I had never told Travis my deepest, darkest secret—that I like to watch. I should have known he would want to give me my heart’s desire. I love him more than anything, but I hate him for using my weakness to try to win me back. Moreover, I hate myself for not being able to turn down the gifts he brings me. Bailey Rose
Blurb - Watch Me by Jennifer Lynne
I was so afraid, when my husband uncovered my secret. Afraid he'd hate me, or think me disgusting, or be completely turned off. Equally scared this watching game I play with our sexy neighbor might be shut down for good. Can William bring himself to join my addictive Sunday night ritual, or will he force me to choose between the man I love, and the sexual urges that consume me?
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Excerpt from Lookin' Good by Roz Lee
The blonde he’s with shakes her head, tossing her perfect curls. In an instant, I want to slap the bitch from here to kingdom come for flirting with my man. Except, he isn’t my man. I have no claim on him. Not really. The only vows we exchanged were the ones we said to each other when we were as intimately connected as two people can be. I’ve always heard those don’t count. But I meant every word I said to him. I’d say them again if only we didn’t have this thing between us.
The she-bitch continues to protest, but, even with her back to me, I know she’s smiling. She’s playing hard to get. Little does she know, before the evening is over, she’ll be sitting in a cab all by her lonesome wondering what she did wrong.
You’re not me, bitch. That’s what you did wrong. His heart isn’t up for grabs—not like his ass is.
When Travis stands, offering her his hand, I almost come out of my seat. Rising to her feet, she slips her fingers in his back pocket, sidling up close to him. He wraps his arm around her shoulders, steering her to the dance floor.
Here it comes. Wait for it.
Wait for it.
I’d bet my last dollar the bitch has been taking dancing lessons—everything from ballet to ballroom—since she could stand on her own two feet. But she can’t master a simple line dance? Yeah, right. Good thing Travis is there with his big, strong arms to keep her from falling on her collagen-enhanced face. Busting those lips open would make a really big mess.
“You watchin’ this?” Penny asks.
“No,” I lie. I’m watching. It’s foreplay for me, and Travis knows it. The second he has blondie back on her feet, he looks my way, his gaze locking on mine, and he smiles.
Yes. I see you. Yes, I know what you’re doing, and I hate you for it. It’s such a fuckin’ hardship, isn’t it?
No matter how many times he tells me the other women mean nothing to him, I’ll never believe him.
How can I believe the vows he made while buried deep inside me when he says shit like that?
My fuckedupedness did this to us. It destroyed our trust.
With Travis’s arm around her, she can suddenly dance. It’s fuckin’ Dancin’ with the Stars out there.
You don’t have to work so hard, bitch. He’s a sure thing tonight, at least until he puts you in a cab. Twinkle your perfectly manicured toes at him, darlin’. Sparkle and laugh and play cowgirl for a little while. Tomorrow you can tell your sorority sisters all about it. Cry on their shoulders for the cowboy who broke your heart.
I signal for another shot, down it without taking my eyes off the dance floor. It won’t be long. The only way sorority girl could be more blatant would be to strip right there in the middle of the club.
The tequila does its job. If I ever had any virtue, I can’t find a speck of it now. I want the gift Travis has brought me, and I want it without further delay.
There has always been this connection between us—like some kind of alien mind-melding thing. Sometimes, I wish like hell it would go away, but then there are times like this when we are so in sync it blows my mind. His eyes flash, and just like that, he leans down and whispers something in his dance partner’s ear.
She turns into putty, letting him steer her into the darkness surrounding the floor.
It’s show time.