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I am the woman men pay thousands of dollars to sleep with. I do what I love and what I’m so very good at.

Then he walks in and drops $30,000. He wants to talk. And kiss. And take me home.

In a single night, this man turns everything upside-down and has me breaking every rule I’ve lived by to keep men at a distance. I’m about to learn some lessons the hard way.

Don’t tease him. Don’t give him boundaries. And don’t think you get a choice in who you love.

EXCERPT: Three Hard Lessons


Nikki Sloane

Expected Release Date: 6 April 2015

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I’m incredibly difficult to please when it comes to ‘smutty’ books. I don’t just need good sex—I need great storylines too, not to mention great writing, so it happens more times than not that I end up walking away dissatisfied and disillusioned in the genre altogether. And then once in a blue moon, a book comes along that blows me away, leaving me in a delicious daze for days, being exactly what I hoped it would be—sexy, intriguing, even angsty at times, but most importantly, addictive cover to cover. Not to mention with some of the best written sex scenes I have ever come across. The first book in the series, Three Simple Rules, was quite literally impossible to put down, and then this book…this little gem of orgasmic proportions, left me breathless. So, it is my absolute honour to be able to share with you a never seen before alternate POV scene.

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Alternate POV Scene

The two Advils I’d dry-swallowed an hour ago took some of the edge off of the throbbing of my eye. F*ck, the guy who hit me had a fist made of steel.

Worth it.

Payton was lying beside me on the bed with her back turned, all bare and begging to be touched. We’d slept awhile and it seemed like she was awake now, which was good. I couldn’t wait another damn minute.

I trailed fingertips down her back, pushing the sheet out of my way so I could see more. Touch more. Do more. Kissing was against her rules, or so she’d said, but then she’d gone and broken the rule herself. She was welcome to give me another half-hearted protest, but I was going to f*cking kiss her.

I dipped my head down and set my lips on her neck, letting my hot breath curl around her. It worked, because she shivered.

“Want me to warm you up?” I asked. I knew exactly how I was going to do it, how I was going to get her to allow it. My hand wandered over the curves of her body, moving upward until I could slip my fingers beneath her cheek and turn her face to mine.

Her mouth was soft and pliable against my lips. Maybe reluctant, until my tongue got involved. Once again, her body told a different story about her policy on kissing, because the woman kissing me back was most definitely into it.

“No,” I said, when she tried to roll onto her back. My hand squeezed her hip where underwear would be—if she’d been wearing any. I didn’t know her all that well, but I’d already figured out that Payton was most powerful when she was naked.

“No?” she teased, rubbing her ass against my cock, which was throbbing much stronger than my eye was now.

I tightened my grip on her. “We’re doing this my way.” I pushed right back against her and against the ache inside me. “Slow. Long. Neither one of us is going to come unless I want it.”

Her shiver had nothing to do with being cold, and I grinned. She got hot from what I’d just said.

“Good luck with that.” Her challenge was sexy as hell, making the situation in my boxers worse. F*ck, slow down. Try to make it at least ten minutes this time, I told myself.

Not that I’d trade those five minutes with her for anything. Maybe it’d been more than five minutes. Maybe I’d lasted all of seven when she’d started riding me in that chair at the club, making me feel like I was sixteen again. Couldn’t even find the words to describe how amazing the sex had been, other than she blew my mind. Holy f*ck, I came my brains out, and it sounded as if she had, too.

That was going to happen again for both of us if I had my way, and could control myself. Her pretty blue eyes tried to downplay surprise when I tugged her onto her back, putting her beneath me. The way her breath caught and her pupils dilated, I could see she liked the aggression. There was a war going on inside her between dominate and submissive. I was happy to pick a side and join the battle.

“I don’t need luck,” I said in a gruff voice. Maybe a little over the top, but I wanted to be clear who was in charge.

This time, it was f*cking going to be me.

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Right so… I’ve got the book on kindle, right? But I haven’t reat it yet (I’m not discussing the length of my TBR list).
Anyway, oh my!
Does this mean the books are all that good? I approve.

Loved the scene. I love alternate points of view to begin with, but I generally prefer the male POV scenes in books (or the male counterparts of books). Thanks!

Loved the first book. Looking forward to reading the next. This POV was hot. Looks like Payton is getting in deep.

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