Devil's Den, #3
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Date of Publication: May 12, 2015
Number of pages: 231
Cover Artist: Georgia Morrissey
Sin proves that passion goes beyond smoldering desire when hearts dance to their own special beat.
Every woman at the Devil’s Den strip club has a story to tell, and Macey Taylor is no exception. Smart and self-reliant, she’s got a chip on her shoulder, a broken heart, and no patience for a sexy new manager with an Ivy League pedigree and a strict set of rules. Macey prefers to break rules, something she lets Joshua Camden know from the start—even as he ignites a fire in her that goes beyond the hottest club in town.
Joshua is working the Devil’s Den for all it’s worth, learning everything he can about the adult-entertainment game before investing in a place of his own. Macey is a surprise: a woman as strong-willed as she is gorgeous. Joshua wants to get inside her world, to see through her eyes. But he soon discovers that seduction is a two-way street—and expecting redemption without risking his heart may be the greatest sin of all.
An involuntary rush of breath escapes me as I take in every glorious inch of his perfect physique. He’s devastating. And I’m not even sure Joshua Camden qualifies as a mortal anymore. There are guys like Wesley, and then there are fantasies—I’m staring at one now. Reality whooshes back into my paralyzed brain.
Yeah, you’re too much for me to handle. And he knows it. “Unbelievable,” I say, covering my eyes, trying not to hyperventilate. Abstinence isn’t my thing, but after nearly nine weeks of going without sex, I have a hair trigger, and supermodel over there isn’t helping. “Meet me downstairs when you’re finished taking care of yourself.”
His warm laughter follows me down the hallway as I seek sanctuary in my room. I slam the door, leaning against it like I just successfully outran some serial killer. Or at least a lady killa. Regaining my composure, I seek out a long lost friend that lives in my dresser drawer. I keep my tiny vibrator wrapped in a silk scarf. Half expecting the batteries to be dead because I haven’t used it in so long, I switch it on. The low hum makes me giggle. I turn it up a notch and laugh again. I walk to the side of my bed, seriously considering taking my need for orgasm into my own hands. I’m not into one-nighters, and there’s no way I’m calling Wesley and asking for a pity fuck.
I turn around to sit on the bed and scream the second I see Joshua filling my doorway. Of course my toy is still buzzing away on the medium setting. He takes one look at my face, then gapes at the vibrator. Oh good God. This is turning out to be one of the worst nights of my life. In fact, I can’t remember ever feeling so embarrassed and ashamed. Our gazes lock. His lips twitch as he takes a few steps forward, shutting the door behind him.
“Why are you here?” I snap, forgetting where and what I am. Oh yeah—in my bedroom and horny and single. Then I remember the vibrator.
But before I can move, he reaches his hand out. I’m not sound-minded at the moment; in fact, I think someone spiked my drinks downstairs and I’m hallucinating. “Give it to me.” My gaze darts nervously around the room. Just die, I think, it would be so much easier than facing him. He doesn’t ask again, but gently removes the toy from my grasp, turns it off, then places it on my bureau.
“I got worried when I didn’t find you downstairs,” he says in a husky voice. “I even knocked—”
“Please,” I croak, wiping nervous tears from my eyes. “Go.” And never come back.
“There’s nothing to be ashamed of, Ms. Taylor,” he whispers. “We can’t help who we’re attracted to. Nature always wins.”
I can’t believe it. The truth is finally out: underneath that pristine Italian silk he wears is an arrogant bastard of the highest order. I stare at his broad chest, purposely avoiding his intense eyes. But it doesn’t help; I feel my temperature rise anyway, my legs tremble. I see the huge bulge between his legs. There’s not a chance in hell I’m going to be able to resist if he touches me.
Today we have some basic Q&A with the male protagonist of Sin, Joshua Camden:
What do you consider your greatest achievement?
Until I met Macey Taylor, my education (Cornell graduate).
What is your most treasured possession?
My father’s 1995 911 GT2 (Porsche), I drive it every day.
What or who is the greatest love of your life?
What is your most marked characteristic?
Integrity. But Macey will disagree—she never fails to point out my impatience.
What is it that you most dislike?
What is your greatest fear?
Infidelity from the woman I’m committed to. Once bitten, twice shy.
What is your greatest extravagance?
Spontaneity—without it, life is incredibly dull.
Which living person do you most despise?
Dr. Bishop Singletary, our families have a generational vendetta.
What is your greatest regret?
Ever doubting Macey.
Which talent would you most like to have?
I’d like to be a rock star.
Where would you like to live?
What is the quality you most like in a man?
What is the quality you most like in a woman?
Sense of humor
What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?
What do you consider the most overrated virtue?
Which words or phrases do you most overuse?
Sometimes I quote inspirational phrases—here’s one I like…
Strive—respect cannot be learned, purchased or acquired—it can only be earned.
If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be?
I would have spent more time with my father when I was in high school.
How would you like to die?
In my sleep.
If you were to die and come back as a person or thing, who/what do you think it would be?
One of the Beatles—preferably Paul McCartney.
What is your quote/motto for life?
A man must be big enough to admit his mistakes, smart enough to profit from them, and strong enough to correct them.
~John C. Maxwell
Raised in Corpus Christi, Texas, Violetta Rand spent her childhood reading, writing, and playing soccer. After meeting her husband in New England, they moved to Alaska where she studied environmental science and policy as an undergraduate before attending graduate school. Violetta then spent nearly a decade working as an environmental scientist, specializing in soil and water contamination and environmental assessments.
Violetta still lives in Anchorage, Alaska and spends her days writing evocative New Adult romance and historical romance. When she’s not reading, writing, or editing, she enjoys time with her husband, pets, and friends. In her free time, she loves to hike, fish, and ride motorcycles and 4-wheelers.
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