Spin Some More, Book III of the Devilish Games Series by Red Garnier

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Spin Some More, Book III of the Devilish Games Series, November 2007

Ellora's Cave
ISBN: 978-1419912658
Genre: Contemporary/Erotica
Format: e-Book

Convinced the spin devil is ruining his sex life, Jason gives the stuffed toy to his neighbor, Penelope. Now if only he can get rid of her as easily. She's driving him out of his head with lust! But he's made it his mission to protect her—especially from men like him.

Penelope has done her best to entice Jason with her wiles, resulting in
zero progress. He still sees her as the sweet, innocent girl he grew up
with. Now she has a little red friend who might help her get what she
wants, and if she has her way, the devil won't be the only one spinning
tonight.

"I love this series. The Spin Devil, in its own weird way, brings two people that were meant to be together. Jason and Penelope are no exception. Fun, flirty and naughty, Penelope seeks out her man, stopping at nothing until she has him. Jason though, with seemingly good intentions, tries to protect her. Ms. Garnier defiantly knows how to spin a hot romantic tale, where in the end, no matter what happens, her characters always find love. A very hot and exciting read that is sure to require grabbing a fan and an ice cold glass of water by the time you read the final page."
~ Romance Junkies, 5 Blue Ribbons

Jason needed to get away from her pronto because he was at the threshold of losing all restraint and doing something really stupid. Getting sexually involved with Penelope was…out of the question.

Not even two years in his new home and he was already considering moving—preferably to another country, or a deserted island, or Saturn even, far, far away from her.

"Don't tell me you're scared of playing a silly little game with me, Jason," Penelope said, her tone light as a summer breeze.

It was hard to maintain the image of a cool, detached male with that last comment. "Look, I'm saving you a whole lot of trouble. The way I see it you should thank me," he said sullenly, roughly scraping his hands up and down her arms.

"The only thing I've got to thank you for is treating me like a child!"

Sighing in defeat, he dropped his hands to his sides. The heat from her body gripped him like a vise, doing unspeakable things to his insides. He could feel parts of his anatomy throbbing, the discomfort in his body gradually intensifying. "I'm looking out for you because it's clear to me that you don't," he tried to explain for the umpteenth time, and for a silly second he was even tempted to agree to play just so he could get rid of her. His palms were starting to sweat and his body was heating up so fast he now also had hyperthermia to worry about.

But she didn't budge an inch, instead tilting her chin up stubbornly. "I think I'm old enough to take care of myself. I'm not five, you know."

"Well I've seen toddlers with more sense than you."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, as if recalling something important. "You know? A lot of men might disagree with that. They think I'm very mature for my age."

Though he knew that was impossible, he nodded just to appease her. "I'm sure they would."

"A lot of men also think I'm really hot," she said matter-of-factly, as if she'd actually conducted interviews.

Jason threw his head back and laughed for a whole minute at that, only sobering up when he suspected, by her narrow-eyed look, that she might actually hit him.

She rose on her tiptoes and glared at him. Jason was a whole head taller than she was and at least double her weight, so that extra inch made absolutely no difference but she obviously thought it did. She actually seemed to think she was intimidating him. "It's not funny, Jason."

He didn't look the slightest bit contrite. "Sorry, but…'hot'? Not really you." He'd go more for "jinxed" or "calamitous" even. He wasn't going to agree she was hot. Not out loud.

She wrinkled her nose at him, her brow furrowing into a scowl—and suddenly she looked ready for a wrestling match. He thought her teeth would crack when she gritted out, "You don't know me."

He chuckled softly. "Honey, I know you better than you know yourself."

"You wish you did!"

He shrugged indifferently and said, "Fine. Invite one of your admirers to play then. The ones who think you're so flammable."

She squared her little shoulders. "I think I will," she spat haughtily, all furious now.

She did possess that fiery temper redheads were noted for, and it was a joy to watch. Just Jason's way of getting back at her for driving him completely, madly, absolutely insane.

"Now, you're not angry at me are you?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm. And now he actually didn't want her to leave. He wanted to fight!

Jason was known to be a patient man, but Penelope had lately been testing him to the breaking point, and fighting with her seemed to be the only non-physical thing he could do with her to get a little release.

"You missed your chance," she spat, her breasts rising and falling at each breath. "Now I won't play with you even if you beg me to!" She threw the door open and all but flew down the wooden planks that led toward the beach.

As if I'd beg her for anything, he thought furiously.

© Red Garnier, July 2007
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