Debauched (Undone Book 3)
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Authors: Jennifer Dawson
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Copyright © 2016 Jennifer Dawson
Edited by Mary Moran
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Crave
a must-read romance
“
Crave
gets the balance between lust filled scenes and a meaningful plot just right. Neither takes from the other and together they just add up to a very satisfying and emotional read.” —Between My Lines
“If you love Foster, Kaye and Dawson’s
Something New
series you’ll love
Crave
and the Undone series.” —Caffeinated Book Reviewer.
“Every character in this book (
Sinful
) is amazingly written. ” —Bookish Bevil
“You know why I love this author? She takes something absolutely mundane like a “Best Friend’s Sister” romance and turns it into a masterpiece.” —For the Love of Fictional Worlds
“
Crave
by Jennifer Dawson is a darkly erotic and deeply moving romance.”-—Romance Novel News
“Jennifer Dawson’s
Sinful
has amazing scenes that get my heart beating and calls for a cold shower, but the love story that is evolving between Leo and Jillian is amazing.”—Courting Fiction
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into
Debauched
An Undone Novel
One night in a moment of sheer madness I confessed my secrets to him. All my life I’ve been pretending. Pretending to be the woman I thought I should be instead of the woman I really am. I’ve been faking it and I am good. No one has ever guessed. Except him. He just looked at me and knew.
Chad Fellows is not the man I want, but he’s fast becoming the man I need.
One night in a moment of sheer madness I held her in my arms and let her cry. I did the right thing, letting her walk away, no matter how much she calls to the part of me that wants to rescue her. We are nothing alike, and she’s a mess of complications in a life I’m trying to keep simple. But then I touched her and made her tremble and now I can’t turn away.
Ruby Stiles is not the woman I want, but she’s fast becoming the woman I need.
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Ruby
He’s the first person I look for as I walk into the crowded room.
I don’t want it to be true, but it is.
Chad Fellows. The cute, nice guy I’d deemed harmless and not my type when I first met him has turned into my biggest nightmare. And he’s
still
not my type. At all.
I just can’t stop thinking about him.
Chad is a responsible, employed IT manager, a stark contrast to my normal guy. I like my men with an edge. Artistic rocker types, with songs running through their heads, mattresses on their floor, and Peter Pan complexes.
Walking disasters are an acquired taste.
Since I was fifteen years old my preference has not deviated, much to my family’s and friends’ disgust, but that all changed eight weeks ago on Valentine’s Day at our friend Brandon Townsend III’s new club The Lair. Instinct had warned me not to go that night, but I hadn’t listened and now my perception of Chad had shifted around me and I’m not happy about it.
Thankfully, I haven’t seen him since.
I don’t want to see him tonight.
Only, I can’t stop searching the crowded room for him.
While I’ve thought of him plenty, I’ve successfully avoided him since that night, when I’d made such a fool of myself. When I’d somehow ended up crying helplessly on his shoulder, distraught and emotional. When I’d let him see me as I never let anyone see me, vulnerable and lost. I cringe, remembering how I’d turned my face up to his, silently pleading to lose myself in him so I could avoid all that was wrong with me. I hadn’t offered outright, but it had hung there in the air between us.
He’d sent me home in a cab. Untouched. Except for the imprint of his palm on my back.
The next morning I’d woken up hung over, humiliated, and thankful.
If I could avoid the evening’s celebration I would, but I can’t. It’s my best friend Layla’s engagement party. I’m her maid of honor. I’m duty bound, and I love Layla so much I wouldn’t miss it for the world. She’s been through hell and back and I will do anything in my power to help her build a road to happiness. I’m also compelled to make up for the petty jealousy I experienced, and kept hidden from her, on Valentine’s night that started this whole mess.
