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James has finally pushed Karina beyond her limit—not her limit for kinky sex play, but for his extreme secrecy. She has had enough and breaks things off. But James won't give up on Karina and will do whatever it takes to get her back. He's ready to share his deepest, darkest secrets, but is Karina ready to hear them?
James offers Karina not only the truth but a place at his side... onstage. He wants Karina to star in his final musical production and enter his life and his world fully and completely. As the two work together, they rekindle the trust and love they'd lost. But James's world is full of deceit. When he is blackmailed by an unscrupulous music industry executive, James must give in to unreasonable demands or risk exposure of his and Karina's secret sex life.
Will Karina and James's love be strong enough to withstand the many obstacles being thrown their way?
James offers Karina not only the truth but a place at his side... onstage. He wants Karina to star in his final musical production and enter his life and his world fully and completely. As the two work together, they rekindle the trust and love they'd lost. But James's world is full of deceit. When he is blackmailed by an unscrupulous music industry executive, James must give in to unreasonable demands or risk exposure of his and Karina's secret sex life.
Will Karina and James's love be strong enough to withstand the many obstacles being thrown their way?
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Book Excerpt:
“I’m all ears.”
“I don’t want to only tell you about my life,
Karina. I want you
to join it. Be a part of it. That means being a part of what’s happening in Las
Vegas.”
“What
do you mean by ‘be a part of it’?”
“Answer
me a question first. What’s happening with your university now?”
“I
have to speak to the dean. Best case scenario, they accept my thesis as is,
rubber stamp me with a PhD, and tell me to get the hell out. Worst case
scenario, they make me start over with a new advisor, writing a new thesis.
Honestly, if that’s what they want . . . I don’t know if it’ll be worth jumping
through those hoops. If other opportunities are beckoning me, I don’t have a
lot of incentive to go back. Other than pride and not wanting to have wasted
five years of my life.”
Not
to mention the student loan money.
“I
see. Well, I am hoping you might be able to defer whatever might occur there
for another semester so you can join me in the performance.”
“You
mean—”
“As
a dancer.”
I
shook my head instantly. “I can’t measure up to a troupe of professionals. I’ll
look ridiculous.”
“I
assure you you’re wrong about that. Well, if the performance were tomorrow,
maybe. But we have a few months, Karina, and I’ll be expecting you to work with
a trainer every day. I need to get back in shape myself.” He stretched one arm
toward the far window and unfurled his hand elegantly, probably thinking about
dance exercises. “I haven’t danced or sung since the night we met.”
“Have
you missed it?”
“I
have, a little. I don’t miss the grind, though. I don’t miss having to keep up
the facade all the time. I never realized how exhausting it was until I
stopped.” He leaned over to kiss me on the cheek. “I’m an incredibly lucky
bastard.”
“Are
you?”
“Yes,
because if I had let my guard down for anyone but you, it would have ended in a
ball of flames.”
“It
nearly did anyway.”
“But
it didn’t, because of you. Because of the wonderfulness of you. You’re special,
Karina.” He offered me the bottle again and I took another sip. “How much
longer do you think you’ll be in Ohio?”
“I’m not sure. My aunt Tera called today to announce
she’s showing up tomorrow to stay for two weeks. If that’s true, I won’t have
to stay.” I did have to get back to the city. To deal with my landlord and the
university and who knew what else.
James was looking at me thoughtfully.
“What? What is it?”
He smiled. “I’m just noticing how many strong,
independent women you seem to have in your life.”
“Well, I don’t know if I’d count my mother as strong
. . . though it seems like she picked up a backbone in the hospital!”
“She raised you and your siblings on her own. I’d
say she can probably lay claim to independence if she wants.”
“True. And her opinions are never weak. Those are
always quite strong.” I glanced in the direction of the house. “I guess I
should be getting back.”
“Well, if you think you’ll be staying more than a
few days, I’ll contract a dance trainer for you here, to start getting ready
for the performances.” He folded one of my hands into his. “That is, if you agree to my
proposal. You still haven’t said yes.”
Of
course he would notice that. “I think it’s questionable I’m good enough to get
on stage with you. Maybe you ought to have someone besides yourself look at me.
I don’t think you’re exactly an impartial judge.”
“And
you’re far more talented than you think. How about this? We’ll hold an audition
for principal dancer. I won’t tell the judges who you are. We’ll let them give
their opinions. The final decision will still be up to me, of course, but you
can get an honest evaluation of where you stand in relation to others. If they
think you look ridiculous, they’ll say so without hesitation.”
I
slipped my shoes on. “All right. When?”
“Let’s
say in a month. That’ll give you time to prepare.”
“Okay.
I mean, yes. That sounds like a plan.” I slipped my arms around his neck and
kissed him. “Now, are you and Stefan planning to sit out here all night?”
“I
defer to Stefan on our security plans. If there is any hint of trouble, though,
promise me, Karina, that you’ll contact us immediately.”
“Yes,
of course.”
“Good.
Then you should probably sneak back into the house.”
I
kissed him on the forehead and grinned. “You know, I never did this when I was
a teenager.”
“Did
what?”
“Sneak
out of the house after my mother was asleep to have sex in a guy’s car.” I
kissed him on the mouth then. “Something tells me it was worth the wait.”
About the author:
Cecilia Tan writes about her many passions, from erotic fantasy to baseball, from her home in Cambridge, Massachusetts. She is the author of many books, including The Siren and the Sword, The Tower and the Tears, The Incubus and the Angel, Black Feathers, Mind Games, White Flames,and The 50 Greatest Yankee Games. She has edited over 50 anthologies of erotica for Red Silk Editions, Thunder's Mouth Press, Blue Moon Books, Masquerade Books, Ravenous Romance, and for the publishing house she founded, Circlet Press. Her short fiction has appeared in Ms. Magazine, Asimov's Science Fiction magazine, Best American Erotica, and many other places, and her nonfiction on baseball has been in Slow Trains, Baseball Ink, Gotham Baseball Magazine, Yankees Magazine, Yankees Annual, and elsewhere.
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