From New York Times bestselling author Laurelin Paige, comes a sexy novella in her Fixed Trilogy Series…DIRTY FILTHY FIX, a new novella brought to you by 1001 Dark Nights! Grab your copy of this amazing novella today!
I like sex. Kinky sex. The kinkier the better.
Every day, it’s all I think about as I serve coffee and hand out business agendas to men who have no idea I’m not the prim, proper girl they think I am.
With a day job as the secretary to one of New York’s most powerful men, Hudson Pierce, I have to keep my double life quiet. As long as I do, it’s not a problem.
Enter: Nathan Sinclair. Tall, dark and handsome doesn’t come close to describing how hot he is. And that’s with his clothes on. But after a dirty, filthy rendezvous, I accept that if we ever see each other again, he’ll walk right by my desk on his way to see my boss without recognizing me.
Only, that’s not what happens. Not the first time I see him after the party. Or the next time. Or the time after that. And as much as I try to stop it, my two worlds are crashing into each other, putting my job and my reputation at risk.
And all I can think about is Nathan Sinclair.
All I can think about is getting just one more dirty, filthy fix.
Laurelin Paige is one of the premiere queens of steam. Holy cow I need a freezing cold shower after reading Dirty Filthy Fix. It's short and sweet but it packs a red-hot punch on every page. Trish is a woman who knows what she wants and what she doesn't want. She's bold, feisty, and in charge of her sexuality. Every woman should feel as empowered by their sexuality as she is--whether they like it kinky or not. Nate is determined, sexy, and a bit of a rebel. I loved that it was a romance without being too soft. It suited these characters.
If you are looking for some downright dirty deeds, definitely check this book out; even if you haven't read the series. This can definitely be read as a standalone.
I wore satin that Saturday night, a long blue slip dress with
slits up both sides. I never wore underwear to the parties. They were too much
of an inconvenience, and the few times I had worn them, I’d just ended
up giving them away as souvenirs. I liked nice lingerie. I preferred to keep
most of it.
The shoes I wore—simple heels, easy to slip off—were also standard
for an evening at the Open Door. But somehow I felt simultaneously more dressed
up and more naked than I had in a long time. I left my hair down, and it fell
long past my shoulders in dark, nearly black waves. It felt less like I was
going to a weekly party and more like I was going on a date. A glamorous date.
It was a signal that I should not go.
But I went. Nothing could have kept me away.
I spent the beginning of the night as a voyeur, camped out on the
settee watching as the Doms paraded their submissives around the room,
entertaining everyone with their tricks and commands.
I had a few invitations to play from the regulars—Andrew, who’d
shown up with a girl I’d never met before. Of course, Chuck Richard was there,
wanting to fondle and stroke my skin. But I shooed them all away, feigning an
introverted mood, when really I was just looking and waiting for one person in
particular.
An hour went by. Then an hour and a half. After two hours, I
kicked myself internally a bunch of times before realizing that I was in a
place where people would gladly do that for me. So when Andrew suggested
a game, an adult version of Spin-the-Bottle, I decided to join in.
An oddly shaped circle was created, some people choosing to sit on
the floor, some on the furniture. I curled up with my knees to one side on the
floor, and when I finished straightening my gown around me, I looked up to find
that the man sitting on the ottoman across from me was Nathan.
And suddenly the room felt so much brighter than it had a few
minutes before. Like there’d been too many plugs shoved into one outlet and
finally someone had tugged one free, the power had surged, and the lights
glowed.
Everyone disappeared around me and the only face I could see was
his, handsome and rugged, his grin directed at me. His eyes lit up like they
were the source of the glow, and they were the only things I could see.
Somehow I was sure I’d just broken one of my rules. I didn’t know
which one, and I didn’t even care.
USA Today and New York Times Bestselling Author Laurelin Paige is a sucker for a good romance and gets giddy anytime there’s kissing, much to the embarrassment of her three daughters. Her husband doesn’t seem to complain, however. When she isn’t reading or writing sexy stories, she’s probably singing, watching Game of Thrones or The Walking Dead, or dreaming of Michael Fassbender. She is represented by Rebecca Friedman. Website | Facebook | Twitter | Goodreads
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