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The door closed behind him, and she had to remember how to
breathe.

She wasn’t sexy. She wasn’t orgasmic.

But what if she could be? Lee hadn’t been right about everything,
but he had a few points. He’d told her he wanted to be in control and then
she’d tried to make all the decisions. He had more experience, but she’d
decided she knew best. She hadn’t listened to him.

He wanted control. He wanted her to really want him. She
didn’t understand, but if she ever wanted to understand, she had to try.

She’d taught herself how to walk again. That had been an
enormous mountain to climb. Why was she so scared of this? She’d faced worse,
but she was cowering in her boots over not wearing underwear and a bra? She’d
lost so much. Was she willing to lose this, too?

What was she really risking? She might look dumb. She could
end up with her heart broken, but at least she would have proven it still
worked.

She’d come across the ocean to change her life—to have a
life. What was life without a few risks?

She got her phone out and sent a quick text to Adam letting
him know she was home and who she was with so if she was serially murdered, at
least they would have a starting place for where to find her body.

But she was going to do this because she felt safe with Lee.
And because she wanted to finally understand what it really meant to want
someone.

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Linley Lane, CEO of Lane Technologies, has had enough of
blah dates. When she decides to shake things up with a visit to an underground sex
club she’s heard rumors about, she realizes she’s way out of her league. This
is no usual hookup spot.

Presented with two potential guides for the night—men who
turn her on more in a matter of minutes than a year of lame dating in her
high-class circles did—she’s got some tough decisions to make about how she
wants to spend the rest of her evening and just how dirty she intends to get.

Will she choose to be romanced by a sexy gentleman? Or will
she indulge the rare anonymity Underground affords to revel in wild excess with
a like-minded rebel? And where will they go from there?

Excerpt:

“You’ll require a guide for your adventure tonight."
her greeter said as if he could sense the uncertainty swirling around her
brain. "New members are always paired with a veteran on their first go
around to ensure their enjoyment.”

“I thought that was your job?” She tipped her head as she
examined his expression.

“I wish I were so lucky.” He gave her a tiny bow. “Chase and
Ryder have both offered their company this evening. We’ll leave the choice to
you. Play nice, boys.”

The greeter winked at her before retreating, perhaps to
collect another very willing guest from the garage.

“So long as I don’t have to fight fair.” The bump on scruffy
guy’s nose attested to his experience with brawling. She felt bad for prince
charming across the table if things came to blows.

“Wouldn’t expect you to, Ryder.” The burnished blond shook
his head though he smiled as he said it.

Dashing, dangerous, and devilish, Ryder scooted closer and
laid his palm high on her thigh. Entirely too close to the hem of her dress for
someone she hadn’t even officially been introduced to yet.

Denying the electricity his skin conducted would have been
pure insanity. Hot and firm, his touch did things to her she’d never imagined
possible with a single contact. He didn’t wait for her approval or shrink from
her—Linley Lane, CEO.

Was it like this for other women? Or was this man something
special?

A tiny connection and he did more for her than the parade of
perfect men who’d come before him. She blew out a sigh that ruffled her bangs,
washing her cheeks with a cool breeze.

“Hands off my lady, please.” Chase didn’t seem disturbed by
the zero-to-a-million-and-sixty approach Ryder adopted with her. His quiet
confidence made her do a double take at his model good looks. Hell, he had most
of Hollywood beat in her book.

Piercing blue eyes met her curious stare. He didn’t flinch
from her inspection. Patient yet persistent, he waited for her to look her
fill. With thick lashes and a couple of laugh lines that hinted at a good
nature, she hoped she wasn’t drooling.

What were the odds? Two men. Both of whom she had
compelling—if completely opposite—chemistry with.

Hot damn.

Linley licked her lips.

“Would you care for a drink?” Chase’s smooth baritone made
her blink twice before she deciphered his offer.

“Yes, please.” She studied his expert handling of the
bottle, impressed with how he poured the crisp liquid without spilling a single
bubbly drop. When she reached for the stemware he proffered, he surprised her
by clasping her fingers in a gentle yet sure hold then dusting the back of her
hand with his lips.

A tantalizing appetizer.

Before she could dig in, he slipped the glass into her hand
and wrapped her fingers around the delicate crystal.

“What century are you from?” Ryder growled as he ignored his
rival to focus on her. “Either way, you’ll be ancient before you get to the
good shit with him.”

The rebel’s fingers hadn’t moved from her leg. Well, maybe
they had. Higher.

Instead of creeping her out, his deft massage encouraged
Linley to sink into the tufted velvet, allowing her thighs to relax and part.
Just a bit.

“You didn’t come here tonight to be bored, did you?” Ryder
reached across her to cup her cheek in his broad, slightly callused hand while
the other continued to mesmerize her with his intuitive knowledge of her
erogenous zones. Nudging her chin up, he forced her to meet his gaze. His
fingers curled around her nape, and he leaned forward until his lips nearly
collided with hers. “Pick me. I’ll make sure you never forget the night you
decided to be a bad girl.”

When she nearly succumbed to the promise of his slightly
rough cheek to steal a kiss, he retreated, though his skilled fingers continued
their insidious assault.

“I hardly call romance dull.” Chase sipped from his glass,
reminding her of the treat fizzing away before her.

Linley downed a swallow or two. Moisture gathered at the
corner of her mouth. Before she could reach for her napkin, Chase swiped a
droplet from her lips with his thumb then sampled the mingled flavor of the
alcohol and her skin.

“Delicious.” He savored the taste and looked like he might
go for another.

She wished he would. Instead he withheld the pleasure,
making her yearn for more.

A glint from Ryder’s direction had her glancing away in time
to see him chug his drink then pour another round. The powerful flex of his
throat—primal and strong—inspired her. In her mind, she could picture nibbling
the cords there as he rode her. With him, she wouldn’t have to beg for what she
wanted.

He wouldn’t make her take.

So many times, she had to be the aggressor. In meetings. In
dating. Handing over the reins would be a welcome relief. This man would afford
her that luxury.

When he was down to the last sip of the second round, he
held it in his mouth and set his glass on the table with a clunk. This time he
didn’t stop when he swooped in. His lips landed on hers without apology.

Ryder proved that though he might lack stealth, he had
finesse in abundance. His mouth turned hers pliant as he shared the rich drink
and a taste of what a night with him would be like. He sucked on her tongue,
using the slightest edge of his teeth to awaken nerves gone drowsy with an
intoxicating blend of allures.

When he withdrew, he bit her lip lightly, letting the subtle
sting remind her of the things he’d done to her body without effort. Her
nipples rubbed against the padding of her bra. She attempted to cross her legs
to appease the part of her that screamed for pressure right where she needed it
most.

To her surprise, it was Chase who prevented her from
trapping Ryder’s palm between her thighs. “No, love. Don’t hide. You didn’t
come here tonight for that.”

“And what if I’ve changed my mind?” Having two men
bracketing her, promising her their own brand of sexy fun, overwhelmed her. For
a moment, she wondered if she could handle it. Or would she disappoint them? It
wasn’t like she had a ton of experience.

“Then let me take you home.” Chase’s solution seemed
genuine. “That’s not code for anything, by the way. I’ll drop you at your door,
safe and sound, if you’d prefer.”

“No one’s forcing her.” Ryder seemed offended. “But I won’t
let you lie to yourself, wildcat. You came hunting for this. You’re soaked. My
finger isn’t sliding around on its own down there. I’ll make it easy for you,
give you things you never dreamed you needed.”

Linley’s head thunked against the seat as she dropped it
backward. “Too bad I can’t have you both.”

Ryder laughed. The easy, boisterous sound made it clear he
did it often. With gusto. “In my world, that’s an option. Here we’re
Underground. The next level below us is called Downstairs. I hang out a bit
deeper. The Basement of the club offers the possibility of ménage, among other
more daring pursuits. Chase doesn’t sink that low, though.”

She peeked up in time to catch the other man’s tiny frown.

“That’s true,” Chase confirmed. “I prefer to stick to
Downstairs. And I fly solo. I assure you, you won’t need other men when you
have my full attention. For dipping your toe in, I recommend the first level of
the club. Perfect for wading.”

“Screw that. Jump into the deep end.” Ryder lifted his palm
from her saturated thigh, licked his finger, and then held out his hand. “I
won’t let you drown.”

“Neither will I.” Chase extended one of his as well.

“So, who will it be, Linley?” She didn’t have time to wonder
how they knew her name.

Instead she searched inside and uttered her preference for
tonight.

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Chase

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Shayla Black (aka Shelley Bradley) is the New York Times and
USA Today bestselling author of over 30 sizzling contemporary, erotic,
paranormal, and historical romances for multiple print, electronic, and audio
publishers. She lives in Texas with her husband, munchkin, and one very spoiled
cat. In her “free” time, she enjoys reality TV, reading and listening to an
eclectic blend of music.

Shayla’s work has been translated in about a dozen
languages. She has also received or been nominated for The Passionate Plume,
The Holt Medallion, Colorado Romance Writers Award of Excellence, and the
National Reader’s Choice Awards. RT Bookclub has twice nominated her for Best
Erotic Romance of the year, as well as awarded her several Top Picks, and a
KISS Hero Award.

A writing risk-taker, Shayla enjoys tackling writing
challenges with every book. Find Shayla at www.ShaylaBlack.com or visit her on
her Shayla Black Author Facebook page.

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Lexi Blake lives in North Texas with her husband, three
kids, and the laziest rescue dog in the world. She began writing at a young
age, concentrating on plays and journalism. It wasn’t until she started writing
romance that she found success. She likes to find humor in the strangest
places. Lexi believes in happy endings no matter how odd the couple, threesome
or foursome may seem. She also writes contemporary western ménage as Sophie
Oak.

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