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Category: Erotica/Erotic Romance
Description: She agreed to everything but sex. She hadn't counted on his monstrous creativity? Monsters in Hollywood, Book 2 Since the day three incredibly hot men in disguise walk into her office and proved Monsters are real, intrepid screenwriter Jane Darby is obsessed with one task: to give the creatures a mythical makeover by writing a revolutionary, blockbuster screenplay. Now if only she can get over her own fear--and get the closed-mouth Michael to talk about his people. Michael is fascinated by the demur and docile Jane, whose efforts to hold him at arm's length hide an untapped sexual passion--a beast within her waiting to be set free. There's only one way to get under her lovely skin: strike a bargain. For one week, she agrees to let him do anything, anything, he wants. But Jane's got conditions. First, no actual sex. Second, she has to enjoy it. Jane's not really worried. What can happen if he sticks to the bargain? After all, she's not really turned on by the idea of Michael tying her down. Or bending her over his knee. Or? Gulp. Warning: This title contains hot sex, spanking, ice, light bondage, anatomically dubious positions and misuse of an electric toothbrush.
eBook Publisher: Samhain Publishing, Ltd., 2008 2008
eBookwise Release Date: June 2009

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Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [257 KB]
Words: 56285
Reading time: 160-225 min.

"So, you see it's the perfect deal. He gets a week to do whatever sexy things he wants with me, as long as it's not actual sex, and if I don't like it he has to stop."

Jane blew her bangs off her forehead and sat up. She'd been bent over the tub cleaning it as she told her friends about her plan.

"Oh shit," Margo whispered.

"Jane ... this is bad," Lena added, voice grim.

"What? What are you two talking about? What's wrong?"

"Go over it again, the part about what happens if you don't like something."

"Michael said that if something he did wasn't bringing me pleasure he would stop."

"You're so screwed," Margo moaned.

"Shut up! I am not. Am I? Lena?"

"Jane, honey, I need to explain some things about sex..."

"You know what? I'm tired of everyone talking about me as if I were some dumb virgin. I've had sex before, I've had lots of sex before. So what if I don't own three sizes of strap-ons, that doesn't make me some kind of prude. I know about kinky sex, I wrote that screenplay with a BDSM theme. So you two can just knock it off."

"Honey, we didn't mean it like that," Lena soothed. "I just think he may have..."

"Taken advantage of you," Margo said. Unlike Lena her voice held no soothing tones. "Wake up, Jane. Can't you see what you agreed to? I think it's pretty clear that Michael's had more sex that you, possibly a lot more."

"And he's had sex with succubi," Lena added, almost apologetically.

"What?" Jane and Margo both screeched.

"Did I forget to mention that? Luke told me that since there aren't very many female monsters they hook up with succubi."

"Damn..."

"Exactly."

Jane put down her scrubbing gloves and knee-walked out of the bathroom. She flopped down on the living room floor and practiced her yoga breathing.

"Jane, are you still there?"

"I'm yoga breathing."

"Yoga breathing isn't going to help the fact that you just agreed to let a man who could probably make a chair leg have multiple orgasms do whatever he wants with you."

"It seemed like a fair deal. I figured if it got to be too much I would just stop liking it."

"You can't just stop liking something that feels so good you forget your own name as you orgasm over and over and over..."

"What you're doing right now is the opposite of help."

"Sorry, but it's true," Margo said, sounding less than sincerely sorry. "You're doomed, kid. You get turned on when a good song comes on the radio, never mind having a skilled dude touching you in all the right places. He's going to play you like a violin."

"It's never been like that before," she protested. "Before all I had to do was stop thinking sexy things for a minute and the arousal would go away."

"You shouldn't have to think about sexy stuff, you shouldn't have to think at all. You're problem is you date the nice guys. The nice guys are only worth it if they're freaks in the sack. Closeted freaky nice guys are some good shit, but probably not as good as Michael's going to be."

"Oh God. Lena?" Jane said piteously, hoping for a few words of encouragement.

"Huh? Sorry. Luke and I experimented with ice last night. All the sex talk made me remember it. God that was good."

"I'm doomed," Jane moaned.

"Yep, you are. Take notes will you? I want a full report, with details, when he's done with you."