Sequel to Humor Me ;)

***The wrong girl is sometimes The Right One.*** Charlotte Samuels thought she'd be stuck waiting tables at Marlow's until all her debts are paid off-in about ten thousand years or so. She definitely didn't expect a marriage proposal from the arrogant Brandon Maxfield who was blackmailed by his father to make her his wife if he didn't want his least favorite cousin to run Maxfield Industries. Charlotte's instinct was to say HELL NO! but she's stumped by a few obstacles: 1.) His old man Martin Maxfield is dear to her heart and has been recently deteriorating in health. 2.) She gets a million dollars if she stays married to Brandon for a year. 3.) She would rather like the opportunity to teach the attractive but awfully rude man a few lessons he didn't think he needed from a 'teenage gold-digger' which was his term of endearment for her on their first date-er, business meeting. So what's a girl got to do, right? Sure, she's young and a little rough around the edges but there's something her would-be husband didn't know about her yet-she's nothing like he ever expected. Thrust into the glitzy world a standard-issue Mrs. Maxfield would fit perfectly and rule with impeccable social grace, Charlotte will either have to force herself into the mold or break free of it, risking what little she has left for everything that she can gain. *** Copyright © 2014 by Nina Tippett. All rights reserved. No part of this document may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without prior written permission of Nina Tippett. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Images, music and videos used in the cover art and any of the multimedia content posted in this story are the sole property of their respective owners.

On her eighteenth birthday, Sasha Pierce's life tragically comes crashing down. Now, working at a Strip Club in New York City, her only focus is surviving from one day to the next-at least until a handsome stranger makes her an offer that she can't refuse. Everything about Jaxon Edwards draws her in. His charm, his mystery, and especially his simple request; to accompany him to his sister's wedding as his fake fiance and to live with him for six months in exchange for more money than Sasha could ever imagine. But, to top it all off, he also offers her a glimpse into a dark, secret lifestyle unlike anything she's ever experienced.

**CAUTION: CONTAINS VERY SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOUR UNDER THE AGE OF 13, BUT IF YOU DO, DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.** "Veronica. What. Did. I. Say." He growled out, yanking her hair back roughly. He gripped her right breast, hard, in his hand. He made her back arch as well as a moan fly out of her lips. She wiggled in his arms, her arousal heavy in the air. "No." She growled out, fighting for dominance. He yanked her hair back further, his other hand tight around her waist. She was sure the way he was holding her would leave a mark. He kissed her neck slowly, letting his tongue slide up it softly up to the spot behind her ear. "Listen, mon petit amour ardent. I am your king. Your master. You are my sub. You will respect me, listen to me. This, belongs to me!" He growled, grabbing her ass to emphasize the point. He squeezed her C-Cups roughly. "This, is also mine." He said a bit more calmly, slapping her ass cheeks roughly. He tilted her head towards him, his face inches from hers. "These, are especially mine." He whispered, pressing his lips against hers into a passionate kiss, making her cunt even wetter, soaking her inner thighs even more. "And this... is mine." He grabbed her c**t softly, squeezing it as he did so. "Yes, my King..." A/N: Okay this isn't all about sex. But this IS one of my favorite scenes, so I posted it. I hope you do enjoy this story...

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[This book has officially been published and only a sample remains. See inside for details.] Nora Montgomery's primary goal was to remain seemingly unnoticed until graduation, and that meant staying away from Ryder Collins. But when both she and Ryder are selected to participate in the local police department's handcuff demonstration, they find themselves inescapably chained together. The tension between them is thick; filled with unresolved issues from their past friendship. But things get a whole lot worse when the officer loses the key and the pair are forced to accommodate each other until a replacement is available. Being handcuffed to the opposite gender was sure to introduce some extremely uncomfortable situations. Things are about to get awkward, right? 2013 Watty Awards Winner Most Popular, Mystery//Thriller

He pushes his full length into me and I scream, trying to pull my body away from his. He holds me in place, slamming into me a few times before he stills. My breathing is harsh and my body is trembling, I can barely hold my body up. He rotates his hips in a circular motion, grabbing my hands at the same time, pinning me to the bed. Our fingers are interlocked and he begins to rock. When he comes out, he pulls me down. One of his hands circle around and he presses down on my belly. I gasp at the sensation in my belly. "I can feel me inside you," He whispers as he leans over me. He grabs my free hand and brings it to my belly. "Do you like how I feel, Gabrielle?" He thrusts into me hard and I feel him through my skin. "Noah!" I moan loudly. He grunts and smacks my ass. I yelp in surprise. It stings but its an erotic sensation. He slaps the other cheek and my body shakes. "Tell me what you want Gabrielle," He mutters. My body ignites and my skin tingles. The red walls becomes redder, the light becomes brighter, and the smell of sex becomes stronger. "Please Noah," I beg. He rotates his hips again but faster. My senses flash with "Caution! Explosives Activated!" "Come, Gabrielle," He whispers as he slams into me again. My vision goes black as my climax hits me like a thousand bolt of lightning. My head flying back as I scream, Noah reaches his peak also. He holds onto my body and groans. My vision returns brighter than it was before and I collapse on the bed. Noah rolls me over and unties the tail of the whips quickly. He kisses each of my wrists while rubbing slow circles with his fingers. He's one of those sweet dominants. He takes the time to inspect his submissives. I mentally smack myself. You're not his submissive, I chant to myself. "Did I hurt you?" He mutters. I shake my head then smack his face. "Thats for tying me up." I say as I begin to pull my underwear back on. He grins that heart stopping smile and kisses me.