Fall in love with the Wicked Games Box Set/Giveaway
His Wicked Games Boxed Set
Author: Ember Casey
Categories: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Ember Casey
Release Date: Oct. 25, 2013
Word Count/Length: 140,000 words (70,000 each book)
Two books in one! This boxed set includes HIS WICKED GAMES (His Wicked Games #1) and TRUTH OR DARE (His Wicked Games #2).In HIS WICKED GAMES, Lily Frazer will do anything to save the Frazer Center for the Arts—even take on the infamous billionaire Calder Cunningham. When Lily breaks onto the Cunningham estate, she only wants to find and reason with Calder. (All right, all right, she wants to punch him in the face, too, but that's Plan B.) As it turns out, the arrogant billionaire is willing to give her the money he promised, but there's a catch: she must win it from him.
And the games he has in mind aren't exactly... innocent.
In the sequel, TRUTH OR DARE, Lily and Calder decide to take their relationship to the next level. But love in the real world isn’t all fun and games—especially when it becomes clear that Calder still harbors his share of secrets.
When Calder suggests they hold off on sex for a while, Lily makes him a proposal he can’t refuse: an ongoing match of Truth or Dare that she hopes will bring them closer together both physically and emotionally.
But as the contest increases in intensity, so do the stakes, and suddenly Lily and Calder have to face the question they’ve both been avoiding: what sort of relationship do they have when they strip away all the games?
I bow my head against the wind and march up his driveway. The massive live oaks overhead don't do much to block the rain, but the discomfort from the wetness seeping down my back only fuels my anger and determination.
The voice cuts through the storm, and my head jerks up. I glance around, and it takes me a moment to spot the figure through the rain.
It’s a man—tall, broad-shouldered, dressed in dark clothes. A security guard.
And he’s coming at me. Fast.
I panic. Yes, it was only a few minutes ago that I was trying to catch the attention of the security team, but now that some guy’s charging at me through the rain, my fight or flight response kicks in. I bolt.
I run off the driveway and between two of the trees, cutting across the grass in what I hope was the direction of the house. One of my flats slips off my foot, but I keep going, my toes gripping the mud as I sprint. There are lights up ahead—house lights, I hope. I need to get to Calder.
I don't dare look over my shoulder, but the security guard is gaining. His footsteps slap against the wet ground, and they're getting louder.
I have to outrun him.
My other shoe falls off my slick foot. I almost slip. I can just make out the house ahead of me now, a dark shape against the dark sky. I’m so close. Just a little farther—
The guard slams into me, pushing me down to the ground with him on top of me. The air whooshes out of me as I hit the mud, but I recover quickly. I twist beneath his weight, trying to fight my way out of his grasp.
"Let go of me!" I say, swinging my elbow at him.
I hit him in the gut. He grunts, and his grip loosens on my waist. I try to wriggle away, but he grabs me by the knees.
"Let go!" I say again. I kick at him.
He tries to catch my ankle. "Ms.—oof—Frazer."
I manage to get one leg loose. His grip on the other one is too strong. He flips me over so that I'm on my back, and he lunges forward, catching each of my arms before I can swing at him again. He's straddling me, pinning me down, and struggle as I might I can't get free.
"Get off of me," I say.
His breathing is heavy from the exertion. He leans down closer to me.
"And why should I do that, Ms. Frazer?" he says. "You're trespassing on my property."
I freeze. The rain is still coming down hard but I shake the wet strands of hair from my face and blink up at the man on top of me. In the hazy light from behind us I can just barely make out the features of his face, but a jolt of recognition pulses through me.
My heart stops. This isn't some security guard. It's the man of the house himself, the asshole who's ruining my life.
And he's on top of me.
About the Author
Ember Casey is a twenty-something writer who lives in Atlanta, Georgia in a den of iniquity (or so she likes to tell people). When she's not writing steamy romances, you can find her whipping up baked goods (usually of the chocolate variety), traveling (her bucket list is infinite), or generally causing trouble (because somebody has to do it).
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EmberCasey (@EmberCasey)
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