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Dec 16 2016 12:00pm

Opal Carew, Sheryl Nantus, Celia Aaron, Charlotte Stein, Calista Fox Excerpt: Filthy and Rich

Opal Carew, Sheryl Nantus, Celia Aaron, Charlotte Stein and Calista Fox

Filthy and Rich: A Billionaire Menage Romance Box Set

Sensually dirty and filthy rich, these five smoking hot billionaire ménage stories will leave you breathless. Includes stories by New York Times bestselling author Opal Carew, Sheryl Nantus, Celia Aaron, Charlotte Stein, and Calista Fox.

Drilled, Opal Carew
When construction worker Danni goes to the latest job site over the weekend to redo some of her crew’s sloppy work, she doesn't expect the billionaire owners of the company, Blake and Evan, to be working overtime as well. What starts out as a flirty invitation to cool down with a swim turns hotter than Danni could’ve ever imagined. Soon Danni finds herself longing for more than a casual fling with her billionaires, but how could they ever want more with a simple construction worker?

Three’s Temptation, Sheryl Nantus
A woman who was torn between her two loves at college graduation—the tattooed bad boy and the star athlete—five years later regrets not choosing them both. When she and the now rival tech billionaires attend the same charity gala, old jealousies and passions return for a night they'll never forget…

Legally Screwed, Celia Aaron
When a lawyer goes into a mundane appointment for estate planning, she has no idea she’s about to meet two super hot best friends who do everything—everything—together. And that what they want more than anything is to have her in their bed, over and over again…

Not Safe for Work, Charlotte Stein
“Employees must maintain clear boundaries between personal and professional relationships and conduct themselves in a manner appropriate to the office…” When Hartford brings in Abel Hernandez as the new CEO for his company Hartford Industries, he's prepared for Abel to shake things up…but not quite like this and certainly not with his personal assistant Amy, the one woman he's always wanted but never taken. He sees them breaking all of his precious rules, and he intends to reprimand them for it. The only problem is, it isn't anger he feels towards his two most trusted employees…it's possession. It's desire.

Possession, Calista Fox
Sylvia Carter’s hot hookup with sexy Seth Lofton—billionaire owner of the Aspen-esque Bliss Mountain Ski Resort in Northern California—is only meant to be a one-night stand. But their explosive chemistry has them continually tangled up in each other. And when Seth’s best friend, hotel magnate Noah Donovan, comes to town, he and Sylvia spark just as passionately.

Seth is considering selling the megaresort just as Noah plans to build a luxury hotel with an award-winning spa, which threatens Sylvia’s new day spa. Their personal agendas create plenty of friction—but a fiery love triangle is a temptation none of them can resist. The emotional intensity is just as strong as the sexual burn, though they’re still at a crossroads with their business dilemmas—until Seth and Noah make a pact to give the woman they’re falling in love with everything her heart desires… But can Sylvia afford to take the bait?

Get a sneak peek at Opal Carew, Sheryl Nantus, Celia Aaron, Charlotte Stein, Calista Fox's Filthy and Rich (available January 3, 2017) with an exclusive excerpt of a selected scene.

Legally Screwed by Celia Aaron

“You don’t have to work.” Gaines took my hand. “We’ll take care of you.”

“What?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Like a mistress or something?”

Cade coughed. “No, not at all. But we’d rather put you on our payroll than see you spend another day in that place. Right, Gaines?”

“Yes. We’ll provide for you. You don’t have to worry.”

“Provide for me? Do you two hear yourselves?” I rose and pulled my hand away from Gaines. “What is this, 1950? I can provide for myself, something I’ve been doing for a long time. I decide what job I have. I decide when I leave.”

“We didn’t mean it that way.” Cade stood. “Please, let’s just all sit down and talk about it.”

“Talk about it? I met you two yesterday, and all of a sudden you know what’s best for me and think you have the right to tell me what to do with my life?” The sheer absurdity of it hit me and I started to giggle. My laughter caught in my throat when I realized that this little fantasy of the three of us playing house was over. “I’m leaving.”

“Leah, please.” Gaines rose.

“No.” I strode around the table and out into the main dining room. Maybe they had mistresses. Maybe I was just one of many. But I wasn’t a fool, and I wouldn’t let them control me.

I could feel them following behind as I wove between tables, and several of the diners glanced up as we passed. The maître d’ opened the chrome front door for me, and I hurried to the elevator bank.

“Leah, please, slow down.” Cade grabbed my elbow.

“This is all wrong. This whole thing.” I waved at the two of them. “It was a one-night thing. Why are you even with me right now?”

Gaines drew his brows together. “Are you kidding? We told you. Women like you don’t come along every day. It’s been a day, but we know.”

“What do you mean you know? I could be a serial killer, a closet klepto, a hoarder, a coke addict. You don’t know me! Is this a game you two like to play or something? Find someone, make her feel beautiful and wanted, then try to get her under your thumb?” I jabbed the elevator call button so hard my knuckle hurt.

“Game? No.” Cade grabbed me by my upper arms and pushed me until my back hit the wall next to the elevator. “That auction on the brownstones I told you about? We knew within five minutes that we had to acquire them. This tower?” Cade smiled. “I bought it on a handshake deal the first time I set foot in it.”

He leaned closer. No one else stood in the elevator area, but someone could walk up at any moment. He was taking a chance. Cade and Gaines were easily recognizable, especially given the frequent news articles and gossip pieces about them. Cade didn’t seem to care, because he pressed his body against mine, stealing my breath as he eyed my lips.

Gaines leaned against the wall next to me. “Do you know why we’re so successful?”

My anger simmered, but desire began to mix with it. I struggled to catch my breath as Cade began pulling my skirt up. “Why?”

Gaines grinned and ran his hand along my thigh as Cade exposed me inch by inch. “Because we can always spot an undervalued asset.”

The elevator opened and Cade pushed me through the doors. My back hit the wall, and before the doors even closed, Cade pressed his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair, the fire inside me obliterating all the anger, the doubt from only moments ago. Gaines swiped a key card across the control pad, then joined us. Both men kissed my throat, their lips tracing trails of heat down my neck to my chest.

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Possession by Calista Fox

Sylvia’s stomach fluttered. She didn’t have to be standing to know her knees had gone weak. The sweet sensations mingled with the erotic ones, both incited by the incredibly sexy man who’d grabbed her attention at the party like nothing she’d ever known before and had yet to let go of it.

She was wholly captivated—something that had never happened in Sylvia’s twenty-six years. Not that she hadn’t had a one-night stand or two along the way, but nothing, nothing of this magnitude.

Seth Lofton was strapping and athletic. He had the most mesmerizing emerald eyes that held her enraptured as he filled her, stretched her.

“You feel amazing,” she said as euphoria flooded her veins. He was thick and hard and buried deep inside her.

Her hips started to roll.

“Wait,” he said in a gruff voice. “Not yet, baby. Just wait.”

His jaw clenched. His abs and chest pressed to hers, her breasts nestling under his pecs. All of his muscles were bunched, his body as stiff as a board. She could feel his heart hammering and she bit back a grin that she could turn him on so powerfully.

“Jesus, Sylvia,” he muttered. “I knew it was going to be a snug fit, but . . . Christ . . .”

He gradually began to pump into her. One of Sylvia’s hands plowed through his hair, the other clutched a shoulder blade. She twined a leg with his. Draped the other over his lower back, tightening it so that all his hard angles were melded to her soft curves as she held him in place.

He kissed her throat as he plunged deeper. His hand slipped around to her backside and he palmed a cheek, tilting her pelvis to meet his languid thrusts. He was taking his time with her, eliciting a slow burn that she knew would erupt into an inferno any minute now.

The way he moved within her with his long, confident strokes and the love bites he left on her neck had Sylvia thanking her lucky stars she’d decided to attend the lodge’s grand opening when she’d been hedging all week. What a tragedy to have missed out on this experience. To have missed out on this man.

His pleasure seemed to be wrapped solely around hers. He could have fucked her against the back of the door the second they’d entered the condo. But, no. He’d led her into his master suite and had set the stage for seduction with the fire in the tall hearth and the many candles with wicks that had never been lit prior to this evening. He’d said she was the first woman he’d brought here . . . and she believed him.

She couldn’t explain why at first. But now that she was the beneficiary of his thorough attention to detail and fervent kisses, she had the feeling he’d been waiting for lightning to strike as much as she had.

And holy hell, did she feel the electric currents humming under her skin!

His hand squeezed her ass cheek and heat flashed through her. His fingers were strong, his skin mostly supple, though there were a few light calluses that proved the billionaire ski resort owner was no stranger to manual labor. And that excited her even more. He was a bit of a rough and tumble type, though he’d been sinfully delicious in his tux this evening.

Even more so stripped bare.

He drew her nipple into his mouth, hardening the peak. Sylvia moaned.

“You like my hands and mouth on you,” he murmured against her breast.

“And your cock inside me.”

A roguish grin played on his lips. “You want more?”

“I want it all.”

He rolled onto his back, taking her with him while they were still joined. She maneuvered her leg away from his waist to accommodate the new position and straddled him. Her hands roamed his torso, over his cut abs, up to his wide chest and broad shoulders, then down his bulging biceps. He was beautifully sculpted and highly arousing.

His hands clasped her hips and he guided her into a quicker rhythm. Sylvia easily fell into step with him, rocking against him, loving how hot and hard he was inside her. She flattened her palms against his pecs and rode him with a fast, insistent pace that matched his.

“That’s so good,” she said as her head fell back on her shoulders.

“Fuck, you look incredible on top of me. Your hair and skin glowing in the flames. Your breasts . . . Jesus, you have gorgeous breasts.”

“Stop flattering me. You’ve already learned I’m a sure thing this evening.”

He let out a humorless laugh. “Would’ve fucking broke my heart if you weren’t.”

“I doubt it.”

“Don’t be too sure.”

Warmth ribboned through her belly. Sylvia had not come to the pre-Christmas launch of the newly expanded Bliss Mountain Ski Resort looking for a man. But when high-voltage sparks flew from across a crowded room, sometimes they couldn’t be denied.

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Threes Temptation by Sheryl Nantus

She pulled her lips into a tight line and sat up, startling the two men. “I want to be dangerous.”

“Excuse me?” Dane frowned. “Define.”

She reached over and gripped the back of Blake’s head, tugging him close for a hot, hungry kiss that sent a surge of heat through her body, all the way down to her toes.

A second later, after releasing him, she did the same to Dane, enjoying the eager look in Blake’s eyes as he watched.

“I said I want to be dangerous,” she said. “With both of you.”

The guttural sound from Blake stirred her heart.

“I’m tired of dancing alone or with one of you. Let’s dance together.” She stared into a clump of pink and purple flowers. “Let’s stop pretending. Let’s turn some heads and spin some of them right around and off as we do what we should have done five years ago.”

Blake reached behind her to punch Dane on the shoulder. “She’s gotten even feistier over time. I love it.”

Dane paused and she saw the businessman come back to the forefront, weighing his words before speaking.

He studied her face. “Are you sure? Because once this gets out there’s no going back.” He looked at Blake. “It could get really hot until things settle down and people move on to the next juicy gossip tidbit.”

Blake rolled his shoulders back. “We’ve seen worse about us and others, when you think about it.”

Dane looked at her, one eyebrow raised in question.

She nodded, digging her toes into the grass. “We can handle it.”

“I hope so.” Blake grabbed her waist and rolled over until they settled on a cool rock with her atop him. “Because I do plan to make this a yearly event along with the gala. Beats the hell out of shaking hands and schmoozing for donations.” He laughed. “An hour of that and we sneak off to meet here.” Blake wrapped his arms around her.

Emily gasped, slightly disoriented as she lay there, pressed against his chest. Gathering her senses, she sat up and straddled him, thrilling to the feel of running her hands along his slick toned abs.

She couldn’t help stroking the small wolf’s paw tattooed above his navel. “You still have this?”

Blake smiled. “Ugly as hell, but it’s part of my past.”

Emily touched the rough image, a far cry from the slick artistic creations she’d seen elsewhere. “Thought you’d get this covered up or removed.”

He shook his head. “Never forget where you come from, my father said. He put that there when I turned eighteen, like his father did to him. Reminds me there’s predators and prey, and I’m better off as a predator.” His eyes narrowed as he studied her. “Like now.”

His cock nudged against her front, already rising to the occasion. She instinctively rocked against it, feeling her desire rising again.

She couldn’t hold back a laugh. “Aren’t you ever tired?”

“With you? Here?” He locked eyes with her and she froze, caught in his hypnotic gaze. “Never.”

Before she could reply he took hold of her hips. He easily lifted her up and slowly lowered her down on him, sliding into her with a satisfied moan.

“I’ll never get tired of this,” Blake said.

Emily let out a sigh as he filled her again, pulsing inside her with new purpose. She arched back, overwhelmed by the emotions washing over her.

As if they’d practiced it for years, Dane moved behind her, hands covering her breasts. He squeezed gently as he knelt, keeping his weight off Blake’s legs.

“And you’ll handle the two of us,” Dane said as Blake swiveled his hips, shooting her senses into overload. “Every night from now on.”

She wanted to say something, anything, but Dane found her nipples and pinched them, rolling them between his fingers as Blake thrust upward again, the two of them finding a perfect routine to drive her wild.

Emily let her head fall back onto Dane’s shoulder, whimpering as her body rose and reacted, despite her exhaustion from the previous two orgasms.

“Once more,” Dane ordered, his hot breath searing her skin. “Because we want it. Because we need it. Because we’re demanding it.”

Not Safe for Work by Charlotte Stein

“So glad you could join us, Ms. Elliot,” Hartford said, as if everything were totally normal. Even though he had to pull away from the kiss he was giving Abel to do it.

His mouth was still glistening from it, when he addressed her.

His lips were still red, as if they’d been doing it for a while.

And even more arresting: they were both hard.

She could see the shape of their stiff cocks through their slacks, as clear as anything. Hartford didn’t even try to hide it—though really, why should he? This was a real thing now. An ongoing liaison, between the three of them. When he called her and Abel to his home, he didn’t mean to discuss company matters. He meant for this. He meant to fuck.

And god she wanted to.

The second she saw them, something inside her shifted.

She was wet before she went over to them. Wet before Hartford clasped the back of her head, and brought her mouth to his. Softly, tenderly—more so than she could ever have dreamed or hoped for. Our first kiss, she thought, so good and sweet it made her whole body fizz. Her nipples tightened a little more, her clit swelled against the confines of her silk panties. All Hartford had to do was run a hand over the front of her skirt and sensation poured through and from that stiff little bud.

And both of them knew it.

How could they not when she moaned like that into Hartford’s mouth? When her body went limp in arms she hadn’t realized were around her? She was practically spreading her legs before Hartford has so much as lifted her skirt, her mouth hot and greedy on his. There was no way they could doubt—and they didn’t.

While Hartford kissed her, Abel started to unbutton and undo. He made short work of her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and once she was completely free, it was Hartford who went to touch her. He lifted a hand to her bare chest with just the slightest hint of hesitation. His eyes flicked to Abel briefly, his breath held just a little.

And then Abel nodded and he closed the gap. He cradled her breast in a way that made her moan. Softly, reverently, as if the feel of her was something incredible. It turned his gaze soft and his breath shaky—but best of all it urged him to do other things. After a second he actually dared to bend his head and lick, soft and sweet enough that it turned her moan into a sob. She almost brought her hands up, to push him into doing more.

But Abel got there before she could.

“A little wetter. A little more firmly,” he said.

And Hartford looked up. He answered in an insanely hoarse and desire-stuffed voice, “Show me. Show me how you touch her.”

So Abel did. His mouth joined Hartford’s at her breasts, sucking at that sharp little point just as she liked it. Then just to top it off, it was Hartford who finished that sweet pull with a swirl of his tongue. Hartford who licked and licked at her, until her clit was an aching bead between her legs and her legs could barely hold her up.

They were trembling already. Every part of her was trembling already.

And it only got worse from there.

Now they were doing it together, mouths so messy and slick that she couldn’t quite tell where one began and the other ended. She couldn’t even tell if they were kissing her or kissing each other. But that just made it sweeter. Hotter. Harder to take.

She was moaning now, almost constantly.

And her hands had taken on a mind of their own. One of them was somehow in Abel’s hair, and the other, oh god, the other was doing something very bad indeed. She didn’t know how she’d started doing it, or what gave her the daring. But it was happening.

She was touching that shape between Hartford’s legs.

More than touching, really.

She was pretty much fondling him. Stroking him. Making him groan. God, when she made him groan! It set her alight just knowing that she could do that to a man like him. All of his restraint was gone, all of his aloofness had disappeared, and she was responsible.

Or at least, partly responsible.

“Here, here, come taste this sweet pussy,” Abel said, and Hartford just about lost his mind. He was on his knees before she could get out her groan of eagerness, hands fumbling to help Abel with her panties. She barely had time to part her legs a little wider, and his mouth was on her. Rubbing into her slick slit, tongue stroking quick and firm through her folds. One hand already on her ass so he could pull her closer.

And then, oh yes, the flat of that tongue working over her clit.

Not softly, not hesitantly—firm and fast, back and forth and back and forth until she was gasping. Bursting. Until she started creaming all over that perfect, chiseled face, unable to stop and unable to care.

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Drilled by Opal Carew

“Doing what you do makes you feel closer to your dad,” Evan observed.

Her gaze darted to his. “That’s true.”

All she’d ever heard from her family and friends was that she could do better for herself. This was the first time someone seemed to get it.

“He taught me how to do this kind of work, and to do it well,” she said. “Every day as I do my job, I remember what it was like working with him. When he would show me how to do a task or improve my skill. It’s like he’s always there, just over my shoulder.”

Even her mother didn’t really understand it.

“I think it’s great that you’re doing what you love,” Blake said.

“So you don’t think I should pull myself up? Strive for something better?”

Blake shrugged. “What could be better than doing what you love? And with all those memories tied to it, I don’t see why you’d ever give it up.”

She tipped her head. “I’m surprised. I really thought the two of you would think differently.”

“You mean that we’d be just another couple of wealthy assholes like your stepfather,” Blake said.

She bit her lip. “Sorry. I shouldn’t have judged you.”

Blake smiled, an adorable dimple appearing on his clean-shaven cheek. “It’s okay. It’s not like we aren’t assholes sometimes.”

Evan chuckled. “Speak for yourself.”

She swam to the walk-out steps in the deep end and sat on the lowest one, still up to her neck in the water. These two men were not what she’d expected. It made her feel warm inside that they understood how she felt.

Evan swam over and rested his hand on the pool’s edge beside her so he didn’t have to tread water.

“You look deep in thought.”

The warm feeling inside Danni flared, turning into a rippling heat. She rested her hand on his shoulder, drawing him closer, then kissed him.

Immediately, her body blazed to life. Exciting tingles frayed the edges of her nerve endings as her lips moved on his. She pushed herself from the step and wrapped her arms around him, deepening the kiss. His mouth responded as his free arm encircled her waist, pulling her nearly naked body tightly to his.

Oh, God, the feel of his hard body against her . . . of being held in his strong embrace . . . made her melt inside.

When their lips parted, she stared at him in a daze.

“That was . . . nice,” he said with a warm but almost stunned smile.

When she felt a hard ridge growing against her belly and realized he was as turned on as she was, her excitement shot through the roof. It was all she could do not to squirm against him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist, and his hard bulge nestled right in the cradle of her legs. Pushing against her steamy, hot, intimate flesh.

“You two look cozy,” Blake said.

Her breath caught. She was here with two men, not just one. Would Blake quietly slip away or . . .

He moved in behind her.

His lips brushed the back of her neck and she tipped her head to give him better access. His hand glided down her side, then he pulled himself closer to her, sandwiching her between his and Evan’s hot, hard bodies.

Oh, God. They both wanted her. Her heart stuttered at the feel of the two masculine bodies tight against her. And they seemed to be willing to share her.

Could she really do this?

Blake arched forward and both their hard cocks pressed into her. Arousal blazed through her like an inferno.

Oh, God, she wanted to feel their hands on her. To feel them both inside her. The intense attraction burned through her until she thought she’d go up in flames.

But she just couldn’t.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to . . .” she said breathily. “I just can’t do this.”

Blake’s lips brushed against her ear in a soft kiss and he immediately eased away.

“Of course, sweetheart,” Evan said. “We won’t do anything you’re not comfortable with.”

 

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Copyright © 2016 by Opal Carew, Sheryl Nantus, Celia Aaron, Charlotte Stein, Calista Fox.
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Opal Carew is the author of Total Abandon, Pleasure Bound, Twin Fantasies and other erotic romance novels. “So why do I like writing erotic romance?” she asks. “I like being able to push beyond traditional boundaries.” Opal loves crystals, dragons, feathers, cats, pink hair, the occult and all that glitters. While she writes, she listens to inspirational music, lights candles and keeps crystals near. Before devoting herself to her passion as a writer, Opal spent 15 years as a software analyst, and she has a degree in Mathematics from the University of Waterloo. She lives with her husband and two sons in Ontario, Canada.

Sheryl Nantus was born in Montreal, Canada, and grew up in Toronto, Canada. A rabid reader almost from birth, she attended Sheridan College in Oakville, graduating in 1984 with a diploma in media arts writing. She met Martin Nantus through the online fanfiction community in 1993 and moved to the United States in 2000 in order to marry. She loves to play board games and write haiku, although not usually at the same time. A firm believer in the healing properties of peppermint tea and chai, she continues to search for the perfect cuppa. In 2011 she won two second-place Prism Awards from the Fantasy, Futuristic and Paranormal chapter of RWA for her steampunk romance, Wild Cards and Iron Horses and the first volume of her superhero romance trilogy, Blaze of Glory.

Celia Aaron is an Alabama girl who loves to tell stories that are always hot and sometimes dark. In addition to being an unrepentant book hoarder, she has a particular affinity for dirty jokes and foul mouths. She lives with her husband and two sassy daughters, who put up with her antics and outlandish writing habits. She is the author of Bad Bitch, Hardass, and Total D*ck.

Charlotte Stein is the acclaimed author of over thirty short stories, novellas and novels, including the recently DABWAHA nominated Run To You. When not writing deeply emotional and intensely sexy books, she can be found eating jelly turtles, watching terrible sitcoms and occasionally lusting after hunks. She lives in West Yorkshire with her husband and their now totally real and completely nightmarish dog.

Calista Fox is a former PR professional, now writing fast-paced, steamy books to set your pulse racing! Her publishing houses include St. Martin’s Press, Grand Central Publishing and Harlequin. Her debut SMP trilogy opens with BURNED DEEP and concludes with book four, starring the trilogy’s secondary hero! She is an Amazon bestseller and has won many Reviewer’s and Reader’s Choice Awards, as well as Best Book Awards and other competitions with publication as first prize. Calista is a college graduate and teaches online writing classes. She is also a Past President/Advisor of the Phoenix chapter of the Romance Writers of America national organization.

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