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.