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Authors: Jasmine Haynes,Jennifer Skully

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Which is why he would never admit to anyone that after the first week on his own, after he’d gotten over the terror of actually
being
alone after fifteen years of marriage, he’d settled into a routine. He could do what he wanted when he wanted. He’d fantasized about becoming a sugar daddy for a younger woman who let him watch her have sex with other men. He knew most people would think he was sick. Maybe he was. But he’d lost Zoe, so he didn’t have much choice but to carry on. He’d resolved the estate issue at work without a lawsuit, and he would resolve his personal issues as well. It would just take time to get used to his new situation.

“Here you go, Dad.” Alison crossed the carpet to hand him his wine.

Keith moved away from the window before she could see what he’d been looking at. He didn’t want her noticing the other man out in the car. A scene would be unpleasant.

He took the wine, drank, but not too deeply. Life would go on. It had before. It would just be different. And he’d get used to it. He always had.

* * * * *

“I can come in with you, baby.”

Spence had driven her to Alison’s house. Keith’s car was already in the driveway. Zoe was sick again, and it had nothing to do with the baby.

“I need to do this on my own.” The only reason she knew she could do it was because she had him to come home to.

He loved her. He wanted the baby. It felt like a fairytale. Or a fantasy. She wasn’t sure she deserved to be happy. But he’d reminded her that she hadn’t cheated, she’d done the things Keith thought he wanted. There was no one to blame. Things had just…happened. She’d had to make a choice, and she’d chosen to keep her child. It was the right choice, the only choice.

“It’s going to be hard,” she said, her voice low.

Spence covered her cold hand with his. “I know. Not just tonight, but all along the way. Every time you have to tell someone what happened. Every time you feel like you need to explain.”

He understood. He realized that his load was much easier. She was the slut. He was just the man who’d gotten to taste her delights. Because she was not telling anyone about the arrangement she and Keith had had for the last three years. Alison knew, and her stepdaughter was the only person she would ever tell.

“I’ll be here whenever it gets hard.” He leaned close, breathed life back into her with his warm lips against her ear.

There was the divorce. She’d have to talk to Keith about that. She’d have to tell him she was moving into Spence’s house. There were still so many more confessions to make.

But Spence would be here. “I love you,” she whispered.

“I love you right back, baby.”

She hugged him hard, dug her fingers into his arms as if they were solid rock instead of flesh. That’s what he’d become, her rock.

She pulled back. “Okay. I’m ready.”

“I’ll be right here waiting for you.”

She knew he always would be. He hadn’t loved another woman since he was practically a boy. But he loved her. He’d waited all these years to commit to her.

He wasn’t just the other man. He was
her
man.

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Look for the previous books in the series:

Revenge
, West Coast, Book 1

Submitting to the Boss
, West Coast, Book 2

The Boss’s Daughter
, West Coast, Book 3

And really, what is going on between the chairman of the board and his personal secretary Miss Dawson? Find out in
Pleasing Mr. Sutton
coming 2014.

Don’t miss Jasmine’s next release from Berkley Heat,
The Naughty Corner
,
Oct 2013, followed by Book 1,
Teach Me a Lesson
in April 2014

Enjoy the following excerpts and meet the author!

Invitation to Seduction

Dead to the Max

She’s Gotta Be Mine

About the Author

Invitation to Seduction Excerpt

Here’s a taste of Jasmine’s steamy
Open Invitation
series.

Invitation to Seduction

Open Invitation, Book 1

Cover design by Rae Monet Inc

Previously published in 2006 in the
Open Invitation
anthology

Here’s your invitation to The Sex Club, elegant, classy, sexy, every woman’s fantasy, every man’s desire...

When her best friend drags her out to a bachelorette party, Debbie Carter knows one thing for sure—this will be the last time she'll try to attract the opposite sex. She's learned the hard way that she isn't desirable anymore. But when she flirts with a man at
The Sex Club
, she gets far more than she bargained for, and the game she plays soon turns to obsession for the fire in one man’s touch. Will she have to choose between the love of her life and her secure, safe, yet intolerable existence.

Stephen Knight enters the club looking for the woman he has fallen for over email and through her art work. She's everything he's ever dreamed of and seeing her in the flesh makes him desire her physically as well. As her passion comes to life in his arms, Stephen's lust turns to love. Wanting far more from her than a few nights of seduction, can he make her believe in forever?

Excerpt

“It’s a veritable mansion.” Virginia, seated in the backseat, rolled down her window. For the outing, she’d worn a peach silk suit, the skirt covering her to her knees. Next to Stacy, and Debbie in her sexy borrowed skirt and blouse, Virginia looked like a maiden aunt. Yet this place had been her choice, though Debbie thought The Sex Club was way out of character for Virginia.

Set amid a grove of eucalyptus at the end of a long, sloping drive, with the moon providing the only illumination, the house looked like something out of a Vincent Price movie. A hulking behemoth over three stories high, with dormer windows at presumably the attic level. No lights filled any of the windows. No valet parking attendants swarmed about the wide stone porch. Not a single living soul moved; not even a curtain flickered.

“It’s so quiet,” Virginia said, “it’s almost creepy.”

Stacy huffed. “It’s private. And exclusive. What did you expect, floodlights and a marching band?”

Debbie didn’t find the mansion creepy. Excitement rippled through her at the sight of it. The Sex Club’s mystery made her blood pump faster and her nipples harden. Moisture gathered between her thighs. The darkness beckoned, promised seduction, secrecy, and fantasy fulfillment.
Just
fantasy, she didn’t have to
do
anything. Observe, pretend for a little while. Jaywalk over to the wild side for a night. The clingy black top and skirt Stacy had loaned her, the high heels and stockings with garter belt, even the truly outrageous shade of vermillion Stacy had painted on her nails, all fit her blossoming mood. She’d walked out of her home with the promise to herself that something spectacular was going to happen. Something that would make her feel alive. This was a night for magic and a house that invited it.

Some gorgeous man was going to seduce her with nothing more than a look. Of course, she wouldn’t act on it, but she would believe, for one night, that she was gorgeous, sexy, and desirable. She wanted to add to her store of fantasies that could be put to good use when she was going mad for an orgasm.

Stacy maneuvered the car into the parking garage—which turned out to be under the house—pulled into a spot, and turned off the engine. Porsches, Jags, and BMWs dominated in the underground lot. Sex appeared to be for the rich, at least here.

“Virginia, the invitations, please.” Stacy waggled her fingers, her French manicure gleaming in the shaft of overhead light falling through the windshield.

Virginia pulled the stack of cream-colored envelopes from her purse. Stacy took them with a flourish. “Now, ladies, here are the rules. It’s invitation
only
the first time. After that, women are allowed in without it. Or sometimes a woman might be sent an invitation by a very special someone.” She arched a brow and smiled, which made Debbie think Stacy’d been honored with a special invite at one time or another.

“But men,” Stacy went on, “must
always
have an invitation or they don’t get in. That excludes horn-dog frat boys who don’t know a clitoris from a hole in the wall and aren’t willing to spend the time to learn. We don’t use real names. We do use condoms. They have bowls of them all over the place. Like candy dishes. We say no to whatever we don’t want, and we say yes to whatever we do. If somebody bugs you, you tell an attendant, and the offending party bites the dust. Got it?”

With all the talk about clitorises and condoms, Debbie glanced back at Virginia. She was getting married tomorrow in Las Vegas. Was she out simply for a night of titillation before settling down? Or did she plan on something more? Titillation, Debbie decided, or Virginia would have chosen a more provocative outfit than the peach suit.

Stacy flipped through the gold-labeled envelopes in her lap. “This one’s mine. Serena.” She put a hand to her sequined chest. “I look like a Serena, don’t you think?”
Serena
could do anything she wanted, she had that kind of feminine power.

She handed the second invitation to Virginia. “Regina.”

Virginia wrinkled her nose. “I was going to say something about that earlier. It reminds me a little of vagina.”

Stacy smiled. “Depends on how you say it when you introduce yourself, darling.” Then she got to the last envelope.

Debbie held her breath.

“Desiree.”

Debbie held the invitation lightly in her fingers, the name embossed in gold.
Desiree. Desire.
“I like it,” she whispered. “So this is the name we give if anyone asks?”

Stacy gave her the once-over. “Everyone’s going to ask. No real names, remember.”

Debbie traced the raised lettering. “This place must cost a fortune to get into. You haven’t asked for any money.”

“The first time, you’re a guest.” Stacy held her gaze.

“The first time?”

“Almost everyone comes back.”

Debbie felt the challenge in the statement. For a moment, she got the distinct impression that Stacy knew her entire marital history, even the months and years between lovemaking. She’d given herself away somehow, though she couldn’t remember even hinting at her problem.

Stacy turned in her seat. “We can stick together or we split off. But we’ll meet back in the lobby at midnight.” She checked her thin gold watch. “That gives us three hours.”

Virginia just smiled, a secretive smile Debbie could swear she’d never seen before.

Stacy yanked on her door handle. “Well, ladies, let’s see where the night leads us.”

If you enjoyed this excerpt, look for
Invitation to Seduction
, Open Invitation, Book 1
. Then comes
Invitation to Pleasure
(Virginia’s story) and
Invitation to Passion
(Stacy’s story).