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Dark desiresâ¦Deadly secretsâ¦Devious deceptionsâ¦Nothing is exactly as it seems in INSIDIOUS, the new erotic thriller from New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig.
When a powerful man is willing to risk everything for his own satisfaction, only one woman can beat him at his own game: his wife. Or so she thinksâ¦
âLetâs start with you calling me Stewart. Formalities seem unnecessary.â
Stewart Harrington is rich, gorgeous, and one of the most powerful men in Miami. He always gets what he wants. Anything is available to him for the right price.
Even me.
Being the wife of a mogul comes with all the perks, but being Mrs. Stewart Harrington comes with a few special requirements. Iâve learned to keep a part of myself locked away as my husband watches me submit to his needs. But the more he demands of me, the more beguiled he becomes and thatâs to my advantage. So I keep fulfilling his fantasies and following his rules because he doesnât know that what heâs playing is really my game. And winning is everything, right?
Insidious is a stand-alone novel and the first Tales from the Dark Side title. Due to the dark and explicit nature of this book, it is recommended for mature audiences only.
I fell, shattered beyond repair, onto his chest. As I reeled with my reality, strong arms enveloped my shoulders. It had been unlike any orgasm I could remember. Surely, I wasnât whole. I couldnât be. In the depths of my haze, I knew that I was no more than a million disassociated pieces vulnerable to the winds of life.
Yet, before I could be blown away, Brody again kissed my forehead and brushed my cheek with his. He pulled me into his warm embrace and held me as I melted into his side. Without hesitation, I laid my head on his shoulder and drifted to sleep.
Perhaps the fairytales shouldnât center on the prevailing of good, but the presence of evil. For without evil was there truly good?
Spinning me around, he lowered the zipper of my dress. The soft fabric fluttered to the floor as his low hiss filled me with a much needed semblance of power.
Yet, before I could be blown away, Brody again kissed my forehead and brushed my cheek with his. He pulled me into his warm embrace and held me as I melted into his side. Without hesitation, I laid my head on his shoulder and drifted to sleep.
Perhaps the fairytales shouldnât center on the prevailing of good, but the presence of evil. For without evil was there truly good?
Spinning me around, he lowered the zipper of my dress. The soft fabric fluttered to the floor as his low hiss filled me with a much needed semblance of power.