Debauched
Undone #3
By Jennifer Dawson
Contemporary Erotic
Romance w/BDSM elements
Release Date: April 26,
2016
One night in a moment of
sheer madness I confessed my secrets to him. All my life I’ve been pretending.
Pretending to be the woman I thought I should be instead of the woman I really
am. I’ve been faking it and I am good. No one has ever guessed. Except him. He
just looked at me and knew.
Chad Fellows is not the man I want, but he’s fast becoming the man I need.
One night in a moment of sheer madness I held her in my arms and let her cry. I did the right thing, letting her walk away, no matter how much she calls to the part of me that wants to rescue her. We are nothing alike, and she’s a mess of complications in a life I’m trying to keep simple. But then I touched her and made her tremble and now I can’t turn away.
Ruby Stiles is not the woman I want, but she’s fast becoming the woman I need.
Chad Fellows is not the man I want, but he’s fast becoming the man I need.
One night in a moment of sheer madness I held her in my arms and let her cry. I did the right thing, letting her walk away, no matter how much she calls to the part of me that wants to rescue her. We are nothing alike, and she’s a mess of complications in a life I’m trying to keep simple. But then I touched her and made her tremble and now I can’t turn away.
Ruby Stiles is not the woman I want, but she’s fast becoming the woman I need.
Chapter 2 of Debauched
Chad
I keep my eye on Ruby
Stiles, even though I want to forget that night where I’d held her in my arms
while she cried. I have a lot going on right now, work’s crazy, I just got a
promotion and my competition for the job now works for, and hates, me. I’ve got
building development going on—a little side project I started with one of my
friends— that’s now taken on a life of its own. I’m putting everything I have into
business right now and Ruby is not
something I want to distract me.
It’s why I didn’t press
after I called her the day after Valentine’s and she gave me the brush off,
even though I wanted to. I’d hung up the phone and sighed in relief, because
when I’d called I’d been half afraid she’d want to follow up on what had gone
down between us the night before. Most guys in my situation wouldn’t have
called Ruby at all, but I’m unfailingly responsible, especially when it comes
to women. I’d done the right thing, ensured she was okay, and asked if she
needed to talk. She’d said no.
Responsibility absolved.
That should have been the end of it.
Only, I haven’t been able
to get her out of my mind since that night. That strange, perception-altering
night, where nothing played out as I’d been expecting. Before then, I’d always
viewed Layla Hunter’s best friend as a pretty rocker girl with whom I have
nothing in common. She’s beautiful and has a body that won’t quit, but she
didn’t interest me that way I need a woman to interest me.
Then Valentine’s happened
and—I don’t know—something changed between us.
I can still feel her
quivering, trembling body in my arms. The stain of tears on her cheeks as she
looked up at me with her blue, watery, desperate gaze. Still remember the sound of her voice as she
spilled her secrets.
She is nothing I need in
my life right now. And even though I don’t want anything to do with the
complications she presents, I can’t take my eyes off her.
As Ashley drones on and on
about a subject I can’t even remember, I watch Ruby and that ridiculous excuse
for a man she brought with her tonight. She might not be my type, but she looks
gorgeous. Her code of dress seems to vacillate from retro rocker to pinup girl with an edge.
Like a rebel Snow White.
She pulls it off very,
very well.
Tonight she’s decked out
in an outfit right out of the nineteen forties, that slimfitted skirt and
black-and-white top hugging every curve to perfection. She’s curled her shiny
black, shoulder-length hair into sleek waves and even from across the room I
can see the brilliance in her blue eyes. And then there’s her mouth, full and
ruby red, matching her name.
She looks different from
every other woman in the room, and when her date slides a hand over her hip,
I experience an inappropriate surge of possession.
As soon as he settles in
next to her she darts a nervous glance in my direction. Our eyes lock, the air
pulses, and she jerks her attention away from me. Right then I know her date is about me.
That she’s brought him as a diversion.
“So what do you think?”
Ashley says, ripping me from my thoughts.
I stare down at the cute
little blonde who, in theory, is exactly what I need right now. She’s lush,
pretty, and has a set of tits I could spend hours torturing. Best of all she’s
not mentally taxing. I’m pretty sure she’s been discussing makeup for at least
thirty minutes. She’s the kind of girl you take to dinner and don’t have to say
a word because she talks a mile a minute.
I’ve clearly missed some
sort of question. I give her my most winning smile. “I’m sorry, what did you
ask?” I raise my hand to my ear and say in a too loud tone, “It’s kind of loud in here.”
She grins up at me, her
expression brilliant and tinged around the very edges with desperateness. I’ve
heard all about her trials and tribulations with the guy she used to hook up with.
She’s on the rebound and I’m her prey.
She hasn’t seemed to cue
into the fact that I’m not interested. What Ashley wants, I have no interest in
giving her, and the truth is, I feel bad for her. She’s been screwed over
enough. Only I don’t know her well enough to give her a much-needed lecture about men who
don’t treat her the way she deserves.
Her lashes flutter and bat
up at me in an exaggerated way. “I said I have tickets to the Bulls from work and
I was wondering if you wanted to go with me.”
Oh hell. Now I’m going to
have to hurt her feelings and I really don’t want to do that. But my lack of
attention is not getting through to her, so I’m forced to be direct. I put my
hand on her arm and her skin is cold. “Thank you, that’s very sweet, but I’m going to have to pass.”
Her expression falls but I
trudge on. Ashley doesn’t realize this, but I’m doing her a favor by not wasting
her time, and squashing any hope she might have for us. I want to give her the work
excuse, but based off her history, that won’t cut it.
I rub my hand over her arm
and smile. “I’m not an option for you, Ashley. I’m sorry about that, but you
deserve a guy that is going to give you the time and energy you deserve, and I’m not
that guy.”
She jerks a little under
my touch. Her face twists for a moment before it surges with hope.
I repress my sigh.
She puts her hand on my
waist and I immediately drop my hand from her. She shakes her head and laughs a
little. “That’s cute. But you’ve misunderstood; I’m not looking for anything
serious. I’m not looking for commitment. I’m looking for fun. That’s all.”
All bullshit, but I’m more
than happy to let her save face. She’s looking for the loophole most guys would
fall into, but I’m not that easily manipulated. Most women confuse good guy
with push over, thinking that I am not wise to their games, but that couldn’t
be farther from the truth. I shrug. “I apologize if I misunderstood. But I’m
not available.”
Her attention drops to my
mouth, turning hungry. Annoyed, I glance over her head and see Ruby talking to
Jillian Banks and Leo Santoro, she laughs at something they say and then her gaze
catches mine.
She frowns, and then it
disappears almost as though she’s caught herself. Which she probably has. I’ve
noticed that about her. She filters everything. Reveals a glimpse of her true emotions
before covering it up with what she believes she should feel.
“What about for fucking?
Are you available for that?” Ashley’s words rip me back to her. She’s wearing a
seductive expression and her hand has curled into the waistband of my pants. “We
could go upstairs right now and I could blow your mind.”
I resist the urge to
express my exasperation with her. In her defense, this approach would work on
ninety-eight percent of guys, so it’s her misfortune I fall into the two
percent. I contemplate my options. I could go stern, but she’d probably like
that. I could continue being nice but assertive, but that doesn’t seem to be
working. I run through a couple other
choices but decide on the truth.
I wrap my fingers around
her wrist and forcibly pull her off me. Then I look deep into her eyes and say
with complete sincerity. “I am not an option for you. We are friends and that’s where
you and I will stay.”
Her expression falls again
and her chin quivers the tiniest bit.
While I’m sympathetic, I
don’t relent. I release her hand and reach up to tuck a lock of hair behind her
ear. “You’ve been hurt, Ashley. I’m sorry about that. But as a friend, let me
tell you, this isn’t the way to mend your broken heart. A man won’t fix what’s broken inside you.
You have to do that all on your own.”
Over her head I see Ruby
climb the steps leading to the second floor.
I smile at Ashley. “I wish
you luck. You deserve to be happy and I hope you find it. But I’m not your guy.”
Her eyes brighten. “Okay.”
I chuck Ashley under the
chin. “You okay?”
She nods and points to a
group of girls hovering around the kitchen island. “I should get back to my
friends.”
I smile at her. “Sounds
like a good plan.”
Ashley walks away, leaving
me alone. I drain the rest of my drink and narrow my eyes on the stairs.
The last thing I should do
is go upstairs.
I put my drink down on a
small bar table.
But I’m going anyway.
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Jennifer Dawson is the
author of the popular Something New series; spicy, small town romance released
with Kensington, and pens the dark and edgy contemporary romance series
Undone. Jennifer grew up in the
suburbs of Chicago and graduated from DePaul University with a degree in
psychology. She met her husband at the public library while they were studying.
To this day, she still maintains she was NOT checking him out. Now, over twenty
years later, they are married and living in a suburb right outside of Chicago
with two awesome kids and a crazy dog. These days Jennifer can be found sitting
behind her computer, writing her next novel, chasing after her kids, keeping an
ever-watchful eye on her ever-growing to-do list, and NOT checking out her
husband. Jennifer loves connecting with her readers and invites you to check
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Thanks for hosting Jen!
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