Debauched by Jennifer Dawson

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Debauched

By Jennifer Dawson

Undone #3

Contemporary Erotic Romance w/BDSM elements

Release Date: April 26, 2016

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Synopsis: 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 is a rebel

Chad and Ruby

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 out her website, Facebook page, and join Dawson’s Darlings, her private Facebook Fan group. Sign up for her monthly Newsletter for exclusive insider peeks, new release information and more.

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Debauched
Jennifer Dawson

Where do I begin?  Well, I loved this book so we can get that out of the way now!!  I really wasn't sure what to expect when I started reading Debauched.  This is my first book by this author so, of course, I hadn't read the others in the series.  I had the synopsis and a gut feeling.  Boy am I glad I followed my gut!!
This story is so well written that I was sucked in from the first page and didn't come up for air until the last.  Some may say this book is about the relationship between a Dominant and his Submissive and, I guess in some ways it is.  But I think it's a story about self discovery and in the end love.
Chad is a single Dominant man who can't seem to get Ruby out of his head.  They share the same group of friends.  They go to the same dinners.  They get invited to the same parties.  But after one drunken (and innocent) night together Chad can't seem to get Ruby out of his head.
Ruby is single, has great friends, a great family and a job she loves.  After one night that includes too much to drink and spilled secrets she finds herself the target of the very persistent Chad.  Did I mention the are total opposites?  Chad is a hot alpha trapped in the body of a preppy IT guy!  Ruby is all punk rock with her cut off jean shorts and rocker tees.  But somehow they fit.
This book is insanely sexy!!  Their story is complex and beautiful and messy in all the best possible ways.  Chad's dedication to Ruby is what love stories are made of.  Now, I don't want you thinking this is some sappy love story.  I mean, in the end it kind of is.  But in the middle?  The middle is hot and steamy and funny.  It's sexy as hell!!  Jennifer Dawson delivers and read that is captivating and addictive.  I fell for Chad hard and fast and I can't wait to go back and read the first two in the series.
~ Kimberly Anne

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