Seduced by his Two Personalities (Romanced by the Damaged Millionaire Vol 2)

Virginia Tremont is torn between two lovers.

On one side is the gentle and handsome Ethan – former movie star, current recluse in hiding, and sufferer of a malady that has caused his personality to split in two.

On the other side is the dangerous and volatile Lothar, Ethan’s alter. He is a sexually-charged alpha male who also happens to be psychopathic. But he makes Virginia’s loins quiver like no other.

Together, they must journey into the depths of Ethan’s mind and past to find their way to a possible outcome. An outcome that none of them may like. Virginia must choose between her job and the man she has grown to love, as well as to choose between the two personalities.

At 23,000 words, this is the second volume in the ‘ROMANCED BY THE DAMAGED MILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.

BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
Damaged Beauties
Seduced by his Two Personalities

Excerpt:

Disturbed by Sharon’s phone call, a dozen permutations of choices I can make run through my mind.

I like Ethan. I really, really like Ethan.

In fact, I think I more than like Ethan. I may be falling in love with him. My pulse thunders as I think that, because I honestly don’t believe I have ever been in love with anyone before.

But Ethan is so easy to love. He’s so handsome and gentle and broken – a damaged man that practically screams ‘help me’ while he remains so stoic and impenetrable. Only I believe I have managed to penetrate the exterior he has mounted around himself. And I will continue to chip away at it until it completely crumbles.

But do I want to write about this whole painful journey and dreg up all of Ethan Greene’s ugly secrets into the forefront? Has-been or not, this will be explosive. It will put his name in the limelight again. Agents will demand books to be written about his ‘condition’. Hollywood would want to make it a HBO original.

Do I really want to do that to Ethan?

My heart knocks painfully against my ribs as I pad to Ethan’s bedroom.

He’s awake. Naked and in bed. He’s covered by a thin sheet, and as far as I can see, there is no erection poking out of it. His green eyes look warily at me as I enter and shut the door behind me. I’m in a white terrycloth bathrobe, but underneath it, I am naked as well.

“Don’t,” he says.

“I’m not going to do anything.” I creep to the side of his bed and let myself in underneath the covers. He’s as warm as a stove. I wonder if he’s running a fever. After all, he was out in the pouring rain. As was I.

I lay my palm upon his brow to check his temperature.

“What are you doing?” he demands.

“Checking for a fever.”

He sighs. “I’m not having a fever.”

“You might be. I’ll get a thermometer from Jeffrey.” I make to get out of bed, but he catches hold of my arm.

“No, don’t go. Please.” He appears uncertain.

I swing back my feet onto the bed. “Ethan, are you OK?”

He shakes his head ruefully. “Not really. I’m pretty fucked up, huh? Every time I go into a trip, I get all messed up inside my head. It’s like I’m in a fugue, and I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. The worse is having no one to really understand what it is I’m going through.”

“That’s not true,” I say gently. “Jeffrey understands. Dr. Baggins understands. I understand.”

“Not really. You sympathize, all three of you, but you can’t empathize. No one can. No one I know has this . . . disorder. There’s not even a support group for it. I’m not only turned inside and out, but I feel like I’m going to pop.” He doesn’t meet my eyes. “I’m horny as hell, as I always am after . . . he takes over . . . but there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel like I’m going to burst out of my skin.”

That’s when I notice it. His erection tenting the bedclothes.

A pang seizes my chest. Oh Ethan.

I reach for his erection, but he stoppers my hand.

“No. You can’t. I can’t. He will appear.”

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Debauched (Eight Tasks for the Blushing Virgin)

Sofia Moreno is in the midst of a deadly spider-web. Nicholas Greco, her handsome crime lord suitor, has demanded the use of her body for a month. In return, he will forget her father’s debts.

Enter Paul Greco, his mirror-image son – an extremely sexual creature who is at war with everything his father represents. Paul is a free spirit who resents having to take over the shady family business when he comes of age, but his father gives him no choice.

Paul finds himself attracted to Sofia against his better judgment, just as she finds herself compelled by him. But Sofia’s secret desires also lie with his father.

The trio’s secret and conflicted passions are thrown in disarray with the arrival of an FBI agent investigating Nicholas’s involvement in the case of a beautiful missing blonde . . .

DEBAUCHED is the second volume in the EIGHT TASKS FOR THE BLUSHING VIRGIN erotica drama series. It contains 20,000 words.

Excerpt:

“I saw you looking at Sofia at dinner. What do you think of her?” Her voice is soft. Insistent. This usually means she wants something.

“Pretty,” I say affably.

Actually, Sofia is more than pretty. She’s beautiful. Innocent. Nymph-like. All of those things. I can well imagine her in a goddess gown scooping a handful of water from a stream. She doesn’t belong here.

“You like her, don’t you?”

“I don’t know her well enough to like her.”

I’d love to fuck her, and I don’t have to like her to fuck her.

“Well,” Alyssa says with a mysterious smile, “then go for it. You want to do a one-upmanship on your old man? Then do it. I think you can.”

I stare at her.

“Whose side are you on?” I say slowly.

“Both of you. I’m only suggesting what’s good for both of you . . . as always.”

I laugh. “He’ll kill me if he finds out.”

“I don’t think so. It might be . . . a wake-up call for him . . . in more ways than one.” Alyssa touches one of my bedposts.

I don’t always claim to know what Alyssa is hinting at, because that woman has more layers than a tissue box. But I do know she always has our family’s best interests at heart. I narrow my eyes.

“I don’t know,” I murmur, “I’ve never done it before.”

“Have sex before?” It’s her turn to laugh. “You’re only twenty and you’re already a pro.”

I don’t want to tell her that I have hustled before. Not for the money, but for the sheer experience of debasing myself and wondering if I can feel anything in the midst of the numbness.

“I’ve never had sex with any of my father’s women before,” I say pointedly. And that includes ‘you’. I’ve always considered it an off-limits territory. And besides, I wasn’t interested in the most of the older women he brought home.

But Sofia is not old. She’s young and vulnerable. All the things I am, as much as I don’t like to admit it. We are two peas in a pod.
“Just consider it,” Alyssa says, still smiling that smile of hers. “But don’t do anything you don’t want to do, of course. It’s all up to you.”

There it is. The way she always puts her suggestions forward. The way she plants the seeds in your mind. Once upon a time, it might have been subtle, but I know her too well by now. I know the games she tries to play, and I won’t fall for them.

Unless I happen to think they are worth playing.

And right now, I’m so desperate to feel something – anything – in this choking mind prison I’m in that I’m actually considering it.