Desired
(Club Sin)
by Stacey Kennedy
Publisher: Loveswept
(Random House Publishing Group)
ISBN: 9780553391183
Release Date: July 22, 2014
“Characters you care about in a fast-paced story . . . one
heck of a sexy read!”—New York Times bestselling author
Shayla Black
Readers of Fifty
Shades of Grey are sure to
love Desired, Stacey Kennedy’s latest seductive,
electrifying novel of Club Sin, where fantasy becomes reality.
Kyler Morgan, Master at the legendary Club Sin in Las Vegas, knows how to give women what they want—too well. He hasn’t had a real challenge in a long time. Then Ella Snow enters his life. Beautiful, inhibited, and innocent in the ways of submission and domination, Ella is the new blood he’s been lusting after. Soon, the thrill of training her to embrace his world brings forth desires Kyler cannot control.
After ending an abusive relationship, Ella makes a promise to herself to start living life to the fullest. It’s one of the reasons she seeks out Club Sin. Here, Kyler’s every touch is a lesson in liberation, stirring passions that have no bounds. But as she falls under Kyler’s command, Ella discovers that some secrets are so dark they must come to light. Submission alone may not be enough to save her, leaving her Master with only one question: How can he help Ella heal while unlocking the deep pleasures she craves?
Kyler Morgan, Master at the legendary Club Sin in Las Vegas, knows how to give women what they want—too well. He hasn’t had a real challenge in a long time. Then Ella Snow enters his life. Beautiful, inhibited, and innocent in the ways of submission and domination, Ella is the new blood he’s been lusting after. Soon, the thrill of training her to embrace his world brings forth desires Kyler cannot control.
After ending an abusive relationship, Ella makes a promise to herself to start living life to the fullest. It’s one of the reasons she seeks out Club Sin. Here, Kyler’s every touch is a lesson in liberation, stirring passions that have no bounds. But as she falls under Kyler’s command, Ella discovers that some secrets are so dark they must come to light. Submission alone may not be enough to save her, leaving her Master with only one question: How can he help Ella heal while unlocking the deep pleasures she craves?
Desired is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.
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About the Author
STACEY KENNEDY is the USA Today bestselling author
of the CLUB SIN series. Growing up, Stacey’s mind wandered the path less
traveled and that path most often led to love. She has always broken rules and
she continues to feed off emotion – staying true to her heart. Those
traits are now the bones of her stories. She lives in southwestern Ontario with
her husband, who puts any of the heroes in her books to shame, and their two
young children. If she’s not on mom duty or plugging away at a new story,
you’ll find Stacey camping in the summer, hibernating in the winter and
obsessing over Penny Dreadful, Game of Thrones and Sons of Anarchy.
Excerpt
Forgive me.
Ella’s shoulders slumped and she sighed
at her phone. Laughter and joy surrounded her, music and happiness, but her
stomach plummeted as she read her husband, Rory Snow’s text. When would he give
up? Didn’t a domestic violence protection order say
This
relationship is over?
As the band played a slow song, she ran
her fingers over the scar by her right eye. The mark was a constant reminder of
Rory. Every day she looked in the mirror she saw it and thought of him.
All she wanted was to forget. Heck,
she’d been doing exactly that. Rory was the jackass who couldn’t let it go.
Ella knew she should probably call the Savannah police department to inform
them that Rory was contacting her, but she was so damn tired of it all. She had
moved on and put Rory into her past of big mistakes.
She’d hoped Rory would do the same.
That didn’t look like it was going to
happen anytime soon.
With a grumble, she slipped her phone
into her dress pocket and zipped it closed. She scanned through the crowd on
the dance floor and her gaze landed on the bride. Aidan’s new wife was
beautiful. Thin and elegant, Cora belonged on a magazine cover.
Ella’s heart twisted in the midst of
memories of her wedding. Her day hadn’t been so lavish. Rory hadn’t rented out
an entire resort at Lake Las Vegas for the event, ensuring their guests had a
place to stay. Her wedding had cost all of two thousand dollars, but it had
been enough for her.
She’d loved the high school sweetheart
she’d met when she was fifteen and married five years later. Had loved
him. Right up until Rory started drinking and drowning himself in booze.
Sober Rory was a good man.
Drunk Rory had a violent side.
That violence had shoved Ella face-first
into a table. The night she’d got the stitches was the night she’d walked away
from him. Six months later, she had left her life in Savannah. She moved to
Vegas for the excitement, landing herself an amazing job at Knight Law Firm,
working as the assistant for a highly respected defense attorney.
Ella enjoyed working for Aidan, and
actually liked him as a person, too. He paid her almost triple what she had
made in Savannah. Her professional life couldn’t get any better. It was the
personal side of things that remained murky.
As she watched Aidan twirl his new wife
around, dancing proudly for all to see, Ella tried to find her smile, but it
remained hidden behind pain. Even if ten months had gone by since the night of
the abuse, she couldn’t ignore the dark thoughts and her failed marriage.
It took six months to find the courage to
file divorce papers, and another four months since leaving Savannah to pull
herself together again, but she was over Rory in every sense of the word. She
refused to let him ruin this special occasion. Grabbing her wineglass, she
downed the remaining contents.
Tonight she hoped for a little liquid
happiness.
When she lowered her glass to the table,
a tingling sensation spread across her skin. Lifting her head, she gazed across
the patio, and sitting at one of the patio sets was one of Aidan’s groomsmen.
She’d never seen him before today, but that wasn’t a huge surprise, since she
didn’t know most of the people at the wedding.
Except for a bunch of lawyers from the
firm and Aidan’s parents, everyone else was a stranger. Aidan never mixed pleasure
with business, and in the four months she had worked for him, she’d never met a
single friend of his. Heck, she hadn’t known Aidan was
dating. One day she’d thought he was single; the next he told her he was
getting married.
Oddly enough, she was drawn to Aidan’s
groomsman. Staring into his warm blue eyes, pins and needles and other
sensitive feelings traveled up her body, settling between her thighs. She
squirmed against her seat, avoiding the heat, and the side of his mouth curved.
Her heart tripped and she glanced to her high-heeled shoe dangling off her toe.
Geebus,
if he didn’t stop looking at her with those piercing eyes, she would combust.
All night he’d been sneaking glances at her. They weren’t simple interested
looks, either; they were outright assaults on her hormones. But a man’s
attention was the last thing she was looking for.
No, thank you.
When she still sensed his gaze, she
peeked to discover she wasn’t wrong. His intense stare was right on her. The
power of it sucked the air from her lungs. Though she’d never believed in lust
at first sight, perhaps it was because she had never experienced it.
Whoever he was, he was hot!
“More wine, miss?”
Ella gasped, looking up to the waitress
standing next to her holding a bottle of white wine. She gave a shaky laugh.
“To the top, please.”
The waitress smiled, filling the glass to
the rim. “Why aren’t you dancing?”
“I look like a dying fish when I dance,”
Ella said with a laugh. “I have two left feet.”
“We’ll need to work on that, won’t we?”
The waitress was looking over Ella’s
shoulder with wide eyes. And something in that masculine voice made Ella
stiffen in her seat. The tone was low and seductive, but mischievous all the
same.
Then he was
there.
The groomsman who’d been staring at her
from across the patio now stood in front of her. Ella’s mind went blank. He
smelled of sandalwood, and the rich scent puckered her nipples. From afar she
thought he had blue eyes, but up close she realized they were a blue-green
color. Pretty.
In fact, the whole package was beautiful, especially covered in the tux.
He leaned down toward her and offered his
hand. His messily styled light brown hair dangled over his forehead. He was
tall, much taller than she, and he filled out his tux nicely.
Hell’s bells!
“Dance with me,” he said.
Ella quivered under his clever smile, and
a slow heat slid through her. He happened to be one of the hottest guys she’d
ever seen. Well, in person and not on some magazine she figured was
Photoshopped. Though, hot or not, there was still a problem. “I’m sorry, but I
can’t dance.”
“Everyone can dance.” His potent stare
held hers and his hand never lowered. “It’s all about who is leading.”
Persistent sexy man.
Under his intense scrutiny her insides
went mushy. The power this man exuded burned through her, reminding her she
hadn’t felt this way in a long time. The attraction was intoxicating, and
something needy inside her unfurled, yearning to explore it.
No, her
mind argued.
At her pause, one sleek brow arched. “If
you wait any longer to take my hand, you might give me a complex.”
The waitress hadn’t moved, watching the
exchange. Even if Ella hated dancing and wasn’t looking for a relationship, she
couldn’t refuse the urge to be squished up against him. Besides, what was a
dance? This hunk was the perfect way to get her mind off Rory and onto
something a lot better.
As she rose and slid her fingers into his
warm grip, his gaze remained on hers. Heat stormed into her, spiraling low in
her body with a wicked thud. She didn’t doubt that smile got him into many
women’s beds.
It had power and charm.
He tightened his fingers around hers, and
something passed in the air between them, so hot and so damn unforgettable, her
body all but liquefied. He tugged her closer and she felt something odd inside
awaken, something she couldn’t quite put her finger on.
Something she wanted to lose herself in.
A sensation that made her mind shut off.
He led her into the middle of the crowd
on the dance floor, pulling her tight against him as if she belonged right
there in his arms. He had no hesitation about placing his hand low on her back,
quite close to her bottom, and sandwiching their bodies together.
Ella swallowed and avoided his gaze,
staring at the band as they played a classic song. She wasn’t blind to the
glaringly obvious fact that the groomsman had an erection. She thought she
should be offended or something, but found herself fighting
against the desire to rub against him.
“Ella, right?”
She cleared her throat, angling her head.
His face was chiseled and smooth, but his eyes were what made this man sexy.
They held mischief with a sense of confidence. “Yes, and you would be?”
“Kyler Morgan.”
Of course, the sexy man came with a sexy
name. She swayed her hips, trying to follow his movements, only feeling more
uncomfortable. Not a second later, she stepped on his foot. “Oh, shit!”
He chuckled. “It’s a foot. I’ve got two,
so it’s okay.” He pressed his hand tighter against her back, erasing the
distance. Then he shook their clasped hands. “Stop fighting me. Relax.”
Ella sighed. I suck at this!
He leaned down, placing his mouth near
her ear, and whispered, “So you work for Aidan, yes?”
His voice raised goose bumps across her
flesh, and she shivered. “Yes.” She glanced to the others on the dance floor.
It pleased her that no one was watching her horrible dancing skills. Then she
stared up into Kyler’s handsome face, since he didn’t allow her any room to do
otherwise. “Since you’re Aidan’s groomsman, you must be a good friend.”
A low noise hummed in his throat, and the
sound spoke to her on a level she couldn’t have anticipated. It warmed her from
head to toe, and her muscles went lax. His fingers slid across her lower back,
squeezing her against him, and the heat of his touch burned to her core. “Been
good friends for a long time now.”
Good grief, the man seemed not to care they were strangers. He touched
her as if they were well acquainted. In the midst of that confidence, Ella
forgot the world around her. Her mind focused on him and the way he moved her
across the dance floor.
He continued to guide her movements and
never once took his eyes off her. “I didn’t see a date with you tonight. Are
you unattached?”
Her insides somersaulted with his
question, as he appeared interested in finding out if anyone stood in his way.
She pondered whether to spill out the details that she was in the process of
getting divorced and not looking for another relationship. Well, she would be
if Rory’s lawyer stopped dragging his feet. But why tell that depressing shit
to a smoking-hot man sandwiching her against the hard planes of his body?
“Nope, not attached.”
His chin dipped, bringing his mouth
within centimeters of hers. “A good thing for me, Ella, since I’m enjoying
this.” The music soared through the air, and as her hips swayed with his, his erection
pressed against her stomach.
Trapped in his intense gaze, her body
flushed as desire simmered. Holy Jesus, she hadn’t felt this
aroused in the presence of a man. No one had ever made her burn with a dance, a
look, or the sound of his voice.
Ever.
Kyler’s mouth twitched as he ran his
thumb over the top of her hand. “See, sweetheart, you can dance.”
She blinked, realizing she had completely
relaxed in his hold, and he was moving her around the dance floor,
effortlessly. She leaned in to him, consumed by the strength of his hold.
“Apparently, you’re a good teacher.”
He winked. “You bet your pretty little
ass I am.”
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