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Spin Devil, Book I of the Devilish Games Series,
May 2007 Ellora's Cave
ISBN: 978-1419910838
Genre: Erotica
Format: e-Book
When her college friends
suggest an intimate reunion in Florida, Cleo Sonterra has
reservations. She's anxious about seeing Sebastian Russo again,
the man who taunted and tormented her for four years. His dark
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good looks don't disguise
the fact that he's the meanest bastard she's ever met. It would be
great to see her friends again — if she can just remain completely
unaffected by Sebastian.
At the beach, drinks flow and inhibitions are loosened while the
friends play an adult version of Truth or Dare, mixed with Spin the
Bottle, using a stuffed toy instead. As the plush devil spins and
the truths and dares become more risky, Cleo is faced with the
single most frightening dare of all. Because Sebastian Russo is the
same bad boy he's always been — and thanks to the spin devil, Cleo's
about to find out how bad he can be.
I’m anxiously awaiting the
follow-up to this tempestuous quickie and would recommend anyone who
likes his or her erotica raw and rapacious pick this delicious tale
up ASAP!!
~ Fallen Angel Reviews, Recommended Reads,
5 Angels
The Spin Devil is a quick
read and many of us can relate to it either with our own personal
experience or subconsciously. I would recommend reading Spin Devil
--- with a glass a red wine.
~ Night Owl Romance, Recommended Reads,
4.25
Haley reached for the plush
devil toy to spin it once again. Silence befell as they all watched
it twirl around and then stop, the tail to Jason, the pitchfork to
Haley.
Jason chuckled wickedly, his eyes narrowing at her. “Truth or dare,
babe?”
“Dare!” Haley shouted in a burst of enthusiasm.
“That’s what I’d hoped.” Jason took a swig of his beer and watched
her through lowered lashes for several long, endless seconds. “I
want you, Haley, very slowly…very gently…to pucker up those lips of
yours…bend down…and kiss my ass, baby!”
“Eeeew,” Haley said, her face contorted with disgust.
Everyone hooted with laughter until Haley stood up and mumbled a
curse on her way to where Jason was now standing, midway in the
process of dropping his pants.
“You are so gross, Jason,” Luella said, and yet out of sheer morbid
curiosity, she kept her eyes glued to his pale white buttocks as
Haley bent down to kiss them.
The moment Haley pressed her lips to his butt, Jason made a
lascivious face. “Oh yeah, yeah, lick it baby, suck it baby, yeah.”
Haley smacked her hand on the side of his ass to silence him.
Jason’s eyes widened. “Hey, I kinda liked that. Can you do it
again?”
“You’re so funny, Jason,” Haley said, all sarcasm as she pulled away
from him and headed to sit next to Luella, glowering the whole time.
Her cheeks were flushed and though she was scowling, there was an
indisputable spark of heat in the depths of her eyes.
“You can’t say you didn’t like it, Haley,” Jason said, the image of
solemnity as he zipped up his pants.
“I did not.” Haley brushed the back of her hand over her lips to
prove it, making Jason laugh.
“You did too.”
“If I get to dare you, you’re going to have to kiss mine!” she
threatened.
“Gee, I would love to.”
“Okay, let’s keep this shit moving,” Luella said, bored already,
since she was the kind of person who got extremely bored when she
wasn’t the center of attention. Before anyone could reply, she spun
the devil once more. Cleo swallowed hard when it stopped—the
pitchfork staring her in the face, the tail toward Sebastian.
A rope of fear stretched in her insides and coiled around her heart
like a noose.
She didn’t dare lift her gaze.
“Truth or dare, Cleo?” Sebastian’s voice was soft as the breeze
itself.
Every time he spoke her name she wondered why it should sound like
an indecent proposal. Everything about him, even the way he spoke,
distressed her somehow.
“Dare.” She didn’t think twice. It simply had to be dare. If she
opted for truth, he’d want to know private things, personal things,
and Cleo would rather die than confess anything about her life to
her longtime tormenter.
“Are you sure you want me to dare you, Cleo?”
His voice was low, and Cleo finally forced her gaze to meet his. He
was probably enjoying every second of this, the jerk. It seemed like
he lived only to taunt and tease her mercilessly, but she couldn’t
let him know how he affected her. She was certain that casual
coolness was the smartest way to go. “Of course. You don’t scare me,
you big bully,” she teased, grateful for the fact that she sounded
more convincing than she felt.
His smile was wicked, as if he were enjoying a private little joke.
Which she next learned, he actually was.
© Red Garnier, May 2007
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