Fiction Vixen is pleased to welcome author Samanthe Beck today.
Hi Fiction Vixen! Thanks for allowing me to be a “Vixen” for the day.
I’ve had my head on Halloween since summer, because that’s when I started working on WICKED GAMES, the novella I contributed to the super-sexy Brazen Halloween Anthology LOVERS UNMASKED, featuring stories from NYT/USA Today bestseller Katee Robert, USA Today bestseller Cari Quinn, award-winning author Tessa Bailey, and…oh yeah…me.
Luckily, I didn’t mind thinking about ghosts, goblins and ghouls out of season. Halloween is one of my favorite holidays and I love a good scare, but I pushed the envelope with WICKED GAMES. The story centers around one of the scariest specters of all. Yep, I’m talking, (queue demonic laughter here) SEX WITH THE EX!!!
We’ve all been there, right? Right? Maybe you broke things off. Maybe he did. But suddenly you walk into the grocery store, or church (shame on you, bad girl!), or, in the case of my heroine Stacy and my hero Ian, a huge, Hollywood Halloween party, and there’s your ex, and you know it’s…about…to…go…down.
Why does it happen? Plenty of reasons.
Perhaps you’re not over him yet? Stacy can put a big check mark next to that one. Yes, the up-and-coming actress broke up with Ian, the LAPD homicide detective she’d been dating for over a year, but she called quits because she was afraid taking their relationship to the next level would cause Ian some serious personal and professional backlash. Not because she didn’t love him.
Possibly you want to prove to yourself that he’s not over you? Again, Stacy can relate. She’s not above a few passive-aggressive tendencies and, frankly, she’s a little shocked Ian walked away without a backward glance.
Maybe, just maybe, you want revenge? Some reckless little voice inside you says, “I’m going to show him exactly what he’s been missing!” Stacy would say, “Hell yeah,” to that, but she doesn’t know she’s not the only one out for revenge this Halloween.
The big, scary thing about sex with the ex is the fallout. Earth-shattering orgasm followed by reunion, closure…or instant regret?
You’ve been there—I know you have—so spill. Was sex with the ex a new beginning or a ill-fated effort to shock some life into something better left dead? Inquiring minds want to know!
I can’t give you a spoiler of how things work out for Ian and Stacy, but I will offer you a little tease! Enjoy.
About Lovers Unmasked
Mystery and intrigue surround Halloween night as friends surrender to long-hidden desires, lovers relinquish control, and the heat of passion threatens to consume them all…
Enjoy your tricks and treats in this sexy anthology featuring bestselling authors Katee Robert, Cari Quinn, Samanthe Beck, and Tessa Bailey.
Stacy stomped her foot and connected with his instep.
A white-hot pain shot up Ian’s leg. It hurt like a mother, but even the pain made his cock throb, because it came from her. “I’m making a rule. No kicking,” he grunted and smacked her ass. Not hard, but with enough palm to make a very satisfying slapping noise.
She let lose an equally satisfying cry—part shock, part passion—and then, bold as ever, kicked him in the shin. This time, however, she used no force. The halfhearted effort told him what she really wanted. He spanked her again. This time her cock-twisting cry edged over into a throaty moan, and he wondered if it was possible to have a coronary if all the blood in his body surged straight between his legs. Could he get so hard he might actually lose circulation to some vital parts? Fuck it. Some things were worth the risk. “Follow the rules, or I’m not going to play. Your choice, Angel. You want some more?”
A restless, edgy sound served as her reply, and she pushed up onto her toes. He took that as a yes, and responded with another swat to her vulnerable backside. Her husky moan wound him painfully tight. Probably pure theatrics on her part, but his dick didn’t know the difference, which made continuing the game an exercise in self-torture. Still, he refused to crack first, so he bluffed. “I can keep this up until one of us comes, but your sweet little ass is getting awfully pink, and you may need to sit down sometime in the next couple days.”
She held her position a moment longer, out of defiance or hope, he wasn’t entirely sure, and then sagged and rested her forehead against the seat of the chair. “You’re a bastard,” she said, breathing heavy.
The sentiment sounded so heartfelt, he couldn’t help but grin. “Undoubtedly.” He smoothed his hand over her rosy cheeks, gently, because he knew they had to be stinging just a little by now. She lifted her hips and pressed herself into his touch, like a cat. Their eyes met in the mirror. He caressed her again, lingered to tickle his fingertips along the crease. His grin deepened when she tensed and bit her lip, but failed to stifle a sigh of pleasure. “You’re going to be begging this bastard to make you scream before I’m done with you.”
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