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The Dumont Diaries Blurb:
Candace Tapers’ life finally takes an upward
swing when Nathan Dumont, shipping heir and notorious playboy, sweeps her away
to a lifestyle of wealth and privilege. But that life comes with strings, and
she is soon pulled in directions she never expected, discovering secrets and
ulterior motives in the man who shares her bed.
*The Dumont Diaries was originally released,
and is still available as a four-part miniseries. This book combines the four
pieces of the miniseries into one, full-length novel.
The Dumont Diaries Longer Blurb:
A
full-length book from the miniseries readers RAVED about!
Lust
is a dangerous thing. It can make you believe things that are not real. It can
seduce your mind and lead it blindfolded to the cliff that will be its
demise.
What
would you do if you could leave your life? Wake up one day and be someone else?
I signed
the contract. I left Candace Tapers and her slutty, strip club life behind,
abandoned every part of that life with one hesitant swipe of my pen.
The contract
was clear:
1.
Sex
2. Public
Appearances
3.
No romance
"I
need a wife. I am not signing up for romance, or affection, or a full time job.
I will not love you. I will have no use for you other than sex and photo
ops."
Sex
with Nathan was easy. More than easy. Panty-melting, can-never-get-enough HOT.
I had begun to think that I could live this new life, showered in luxuries,
orgasms, and diamonds.
Then,
I started tripping over secrets.
Disclaimer: The Dumont Diaries contains a
strong alpha male, super hot explicit sex, and twists and turns that might
cause unnatural heart palpitations. This book does not contain BDSM elements.
Find
out why readers are saying:
"This
man is sexy, scary and a total mystery."
"twisted,
delicious, sexy..."
"this
book took my breath away, caused gasps, heart clutches and desire for
more."
"the
writing is HYPNOTIC."
"Phenomenal."
"Intensely
Gripping"
"Highly
addictive"
"I
LOVED IT"
*The
Dumont Diaries was originally released, and is still available as a four-part
miniseries. This book combines the four pieces of the miniseries into one,
full-length novel.
Excerpt:
There are people that bring elegance to any
environment. Our VIP room definitely needed some elegance, built with
functionality and economy in mind: worn black couches surrounding a small
stage, black curtains on ceiling tracks that could be pulled around the
couches, dividing the room into four private spaces, each with a view of the
pole. This man sat on a center couch, leaning back, his arms draped out and
across the couch, his feet crossed casually at the ankles, a lit cigar glowing
from his right hand. Behind the couch, two men stood, their features hid by the
shadows, their silhouetted builds impressive. Between them, the cigar smoke
drifted across the man’s face, and blue eyes glowed at me, a smug smile
widening as I approached.
I masked my apprehension, holding my
posture straight, tits out, stomach in, a smile across my face. I walked
directly to him and stopped before him. “You asked for me?”
He brought the cigar to his lips, taking a
slow drag on it, his eyes raking up and down my body unapologetically. His eyes
flitted to the pole, then back to my face.
“Dance.”
I turned slowly to the pole, feeling the
absence of Rick, the emptiness of the room. It was odd that we were alone, that
no one else was in this space. Even the bouncer had left, leaving me alone with
the three men. The house music was piped through this space, a DMX song
playing. I strode up to the stage, gripping the pole with one hand and doing a
slow spin as I exhaled, releasing my stress and apprehension in one slow
breath. You are okay. You are beautiful.
You will be fine. I rolled my neck, repeating the mantra, my long hair
sliding over my skin as my head moved. I wished for the lights, the bright
lights that hid everything from me. Then I took another breath and moved,
gripping the pole and swinging my body up and out into the air, a swirling
motion that spun the room out of focus, allowing me a brief, short moment of
invisibility.
I am reckless on a pole, trusting my legs
and arms in a way certain to cause damage. It is a lover I hate and I ride it
relentlessly, caressing it in a sensual way that leaves nothing to the
imagination. The beat moved through me and I got lost in its strength,
pulsating against steel, spinning away only to return to it, my heels a blur of
clear sparkle, my thoughts lost in the movement.
My bra was the first victim. One quick
unclasp, the release of heavy breasts as I spun slowly downward, my legs
suspending my body upside down above the hard floor. One outward fling, and
sparkles and black sequins became airborne and joyful in their flight. I kept
my panties on, the thin fabric the only thing between me and the pole.
When the song ended, I was panting, my eyes
finally moving, traveling across the floor and then up to his. Sometimes the
most terrifying thing is eye contact. It certainly was at that moment, when I
was exposed, bare and gasping, on the stage before him. He had the cigar in his
mouth and want in his eyes. It was a look I was accustomed to, conditioned to.
But on this man the look was different. Hungry and possessive, he ate me with
his stare, with the blatant desire that he made no attempt to hide.
“Come here,” he commanded.
I moved carefully, down the steps on the
stage, my sky-high stilettos wobbling slightly on their downward descent. Then
I was before him. I watched as his hand moved, adjusting himself, the hard line
of his cock outlined in his pants. He glanced at it, and then at me. “Suck me.”
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AUTHOR BIO:
Alessandra Torre is a new author who focuses
on contemporary erotica. Her first book, Blindfolded Innocence, was an #1 Erotica
Bestseller for two weeks. Now, Alessandra writes full time from her home in
North Florida.
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