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  “Perhaps we won't have any guests for quite a while,” Dan said, when they'd gone. “I want you all to myself.”

  “Oh, I don't know,” I said. “After I get over those two, it might just suit me to have another lot to be rude to,” and we both laughed.

  -----THE END-----

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  He felt between her legs again, and she groaned. She knew he would be able to tell how wet, how aroused, she was. She felt the sea breeze on her behind, the way it whipped up her hair, but she didn't care how messed up it got, how messy she got. Nothing mattered but him and how he was making her feel.

  “You're so wet,” he said, delight showing in his voice. “I love that you like that. I hoped you would. But I didn't know. I just had to find out. I couldn't let you go and not know.”

  He pulled her to him and kissed her hair, her neck. She felt good, yet vulnerable. He’d seen a side to her she didn’t know she had. Her panties were still around her thighs.

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  Author’s Note

  I hope you enjoyed this story about Kat and Dan and the house guests from hell.

  Not wanting to be invaded is one of the reasons I’ve never quite got around to completing the spare room in our house, and we’ve only lived in the same place for fifteen years LOL

  I’m sure they’re not all as bad as Alison though, so I’ll have to put a bed in there one of these days.

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  Other Books by Caia Fox

  “Sizzling stories full of pleasure, lust, and romance just right for bedtime or an hour or two of pure indulgence.”

  You’ll find juicy excerpts and all Caia’s novels and stories on her blog

  http://caiafox.com/books

  And you can see all her books on her author page at Amazon

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  Here’s a short selection to whet your appetite…

  Back Where We Belong (A new adult novel)

  A love destroyed. A life in ruins. How can there ever be a second chance for us?

  Anything can happen in a year. You can fall head over heels in love with a hot guy you meet on the beach. And before the year is out, your whole life can be torn apart, without either of you able to do a damn thing about it.

  I thought Luke (and love itself) were out of my life forever. But forever is a long time. When fate gives us a second chance, am I too broken by the terrifying events of the past to learn to love again?

  Here’s a short sample…

  I wonder what a walk along the beach entails. It's midnight. We're not going to be building sandcastles.

  “Are you cold?”

  “No.”

  “You're shivering a bit. This car has a heater. It might even work.”

  He adjusts the controls and warm air blasts out. “Polar to tropical at the touch of a button.”

  I laugh. “Every modern convenience.”

  “And even air conditioning,” he says, and winks, winding down his window and then winding it back up.

  We're almost there. I wish the drive was longer. I feel safe with Luke in a moving car, but we're at the beach in no time at all and getting out. He puts his arm around me and draws me to him. He kisses me gently, just a touch of his lips on mine, twice, butterfly-light kisses.

  “You look like you're worried I'm about to eat you up,” he says. “I can just take you home if you like.”

  I don't want him to take me home. “Let's walk on the beach. It's a nice night.”

  A nice night? Is that all I can say? Crap.

  He holds my hand and we walk along the sand. I feel the cool grains between my toes where my sandals kick up the sand. The waves are slow, lapping the beach then receding in an endless rhythm.

  “Do you like living here?” I ask.

  “I like living by the sea. But there are four kids between five and seventeen, plus me and Mom and Dad at home. We're living on top of each other all the time. In summer there’s not even any school. It's like a zoo at times.”

  “It does sound like chaos. But it's better than when there's just you.”

  “You're an only child then?”

  “Yes, I'm not sure if they only wanted one or couldn't have any more children. I think I put them off having any more. I expect I got in the way of Dad's work and Mom's social life.”

  “You're looking sad again. We can't have that. I like it better when you laugh.” He squeezes my hand.

  “Race you to that rock” He points to a dark jagged mass jutting out from the sea onto the beach about three hundred yards away. “Ready? One...two...three.”

  He takes off, and I run after him. We tumble onto the cold sand when we reach the rock, out of breath and laughing.

  “That's better.” He looks at me in that intense way he has and he kisses me, his lips soft at first and then more insistent, his hands holding me, pressing me so close to him that I'm sure he'll feel my heart thud against his chest through our clothes. I can't help responding to the feeling of his lips on mine, the gentle probing of his tongue, his hard body, and I open my mouth to him and kiss him right back, the sound of the waves in the soft night air providing the perfect backdrop for that kiss.

  “Much better,” he says gently, kissing my nose when we finally part, a little breathless.

  We lean against the rock. There's no one on the beach. It's like our own private space. The sky is pitch black. A few stars are out, but there's no moon.

  This new adult romance will break your heart and mend it, but not leave you wondering. This is a standalone novel with no cliffhanger. If you like your heroes dominant and sexy and your romance extra steamy and hot (and a little dark in places) curl up and enjoy a roller coaster ride!

  You’ll find “Back Where We Belong” here on Amazon.com (You can buy it there or borrow it free with an Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimited account.

  http://caiafox.com/backwherewebelong

  Exposure

  “Every bad boy wants a good girl who will be bad just for him.”

  Wealthy up-and-coming actor Nathan Waite excels at being bad. With a passion so intense it makes me melt, he shows me things I never knew I needed, things I would have been too afraid to ask for even if I’d known exactly what I wanted.

  Nathan has only two rules

  1. Have sex anytime, anyplace, anywhere

  2. Don’t get caught (at least, not when it matters)

  Simple, right?

  No, not simple. Not when I love him so much, I’m willing to do anything to please him in the heat of the moment. Not when we get caught and capture the attention of the gutter press.

  Publicity is the life blood of an actor, but the media don’t just go after the rich and famous. They go after those closest to them. They can ruin the love that was meant to last a
lifetime, and when even Nathan seems on their side, I have to get out.

  How can I bear to live without him? I can’t, but I have no choice because there’s much more at stake than me…

  Here’s a quick taste of “EXPOSURE” to enjoy…

  He kissed me hard and deep, pulling at my clothes until they lay on a heap on the floor and I was naked in the living room of the suite. It felt so wanton to be standing like that in such luxurious surroundings, as if I should be better behaved because everything was so tasteful.

  The lights from the London Eye twinkled.

  “Do you think they can see me from over there?” I asked.

  “Not unless you can see them.”

  I could see nothing, just the cars going around on that big wheel.

  “Imagine they can see you though. The whole of London outside that window can see you and you’re going to be thoroughly fucked for their pleasure.”

  He ran his finger slowly down my body from my throat to the cleft between my legs and lingered there, stroking softly, his eyes gleaming with mischief, his touch making me feel decadent yet feminine, playing me like an instrument.

  “I want to hear you moan,” he said. “I want to hear you moan and then I want to hear you cry out when you come. I’ve missed that all week.”

  “You’ve got to work for it first. I don’t do sound effects on demand.”

  “Don’t you? Not when I do this?”

  This is a standalone novel with no cliff hangers. If you like stories full of lust, romance, heart-stopping moments…and a little sensual spanking, this one will be just right for a few hours of guilty pleasure.

  You’ll find “Exposure” here on Amazon.com. You can buy it there or borrow it free with an Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimited account.

  http://caiafox.com/exposure

  The Wrong Guy

  (A new adult military romance novel)

  His job is to protect her. Not fall for her…

  A man of honor...

  Former Navy SEAL Rick Thornton runs his own security company. He’ll go the extra mile to protect a client. He’s engaged to be married to a woman he likes well enough, because it’s time to settle down.

  But when he starts guarding Francesca whose family has received a death threat, doing the right thing has never been so difficult.

  A woman in need...

  Francesca Martin is a gentle young woman who works for a children’s charity. Her controlling, twice-her-age lover is relentless in his demands, in bed and out, in ways that make her blush...but if he wants her so much, he must love her. Mustn’t he?

  Rick is completely different. Kind, protective, strong, sexy--but he’ll never be hers. No matter how he makes her feel.

  A growing threat...

  As Francesca and Rick battle their growing attraction, and her lover’s sexual demands grow ever darker and more humiliating, Francesca is in more danger than ever from all sides. Can Rick identify the culprit before Francesca pays with her life? And will he and Francesca realize that sometimes, the wrong person is really the right one?

  Here’s a short sample from “The Wrong Guy”

  “Did you have a pleasant lunch?” I ask Francesca. I can’t help it. For some reason, I want to embarrass her. I know exactly the kind of lunch she’s had. Her lipstick is smeared and her hair just a little messed up and her blouse that was tucked in so neatly is no longer tucked into her skirt… oh, and something else.

  “Your blouse isn’t buttoned up right. I’d straighten that out before we get back to the office if I were you.”

  I hear her breath hitch, and her face is beet red.

  “Sorry, I thought it was better if I told you than have the whole office wondering what you got up to at lunchtime.”

  “It’s none of your business what I get up to.”

  “No, it’s not. Not unless it compromises your safety. Do you feel safe with him?”

  “Yes, he cares about me.”

  I doubt Adam cares about anyone but himself, but I keep my thoughts to myself. She won’t want to hear them, not after spending the last half hour the way she did.

  “I presume you didn’t eat lunch. Do you want to stop and I’ll pick you up a sandwich? Anywhere but the coffee shop where the picture was taken will be fine. No one is following us.”

  “Please,” she says.

  “Does he often call you up like that?”

  “Like what?”

  “For a lunchtime get-together.”

  “Sometimes. It sounds like you don’t approve.”

  “None of my business as you put it. I just want to know how often I’ll be hanging around outside that apartment.” Like hell I do, but I’m not going to let her see I’m bothered.

  “Two or three times a week usually. Less if he’s busy.”

  “What if you’re busy?” I want to keep her busy, keep her away from him.

  “He doesn’t like it if I’m busy.”

  “I bet he doesn’t,” I think, but I don’t say it.

  The love story in this standalone novel unwinds against a backdrop of dark domination and steamy scenes sure to make your knees weak and set your heart pounding. You’ll find “The Wrong Guy” here on Amazon.com. You can buy it there or borrow it free with an Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimited account.

  http://caiafox.com/wrongguy

  The Pastor’s Wife

  A passion for punishment takes a marriage to the brink of disaster…

  Madeleine doesn’t usually mind obeying her pastor husband John. He’s a good man. He’s hot. He’s hers. But there’s one thing they don’t quite agree on. When she disobeys John, it sets them on a path that fuels the intense heat and passion in their marriage, yet it also sends Madeleine into a dangerous spiral of desire that threatens to tear them apart.

  Here’s a short excerpt from the novel:

  “Take off those things! Everything!”

  She gulped, but complied, pulling the sundress off over her head, unfastening her bra and taking down her panties and laying her clothes on the chair by the bed. She stood naked before him and bent her head. Unable to look at him, she felt his eyes on her bare body and felt all the submissiveness of her position, standing there naked at his command, doing what he’d told her to do, and she knew she’d do anything he wanted her to do at that moment.

  “All I asked you to do was one simple thing, and you didn’t even do that. As soon as I wasn’t around, you disobeyed me. How can I trust you?”

  He waited for her reply, but she said nothing. She didn’t know what to say.

  “If you behave like a rebellious child, you’ll have to be treated like one.” Sitting on the bed, he took hold of her wrist and pulled her over his lap on her stomach.

  She gasped. “What are you doing? Hey, you’re not going to spank me, are you?”

  “Yes, I am. Don’t you think what you did deserves that?”

  “It was too hot to wear those things. I’m sorry.”

  “You’ll be sorry all right. That guy was getting an eyeful of you. And Mr. Clayton too. But I’ve learned a thing or two at the symposium and just as well. I’m not going to touch you without your agreement, but I think you need discipline.”

  Madeleine was surprised to find her heart pounding at the idea of being spanked. And it wasn’t fear making blood flood through her veins but excitement.

  You’ll find “The Pastor’s Wife” here on Amazon.com. You can buy it there or borrow it free with an Amazon Prime or Kindle Unlimited account.

  http://caiafox.com/pastorswifebook

  The French Diet Coach (The Complete Collection)

  A fat-free calorie-free treat of a love story…six episodes in one naughty volume

  When Lauren asked her friend Barbara for the secret of her weight loss success, she hadn’t expected French diet coach, Jean-Paul, would be the answer or that a diet coach, no matter where he was from, could change her life with nothing more than a few emails.

  But French diet coach Jean-Paul comma
nds Lauren to take care of her body in some very unusual ways, so much so, she forgets all about food…but then it becomes so much more than email coaching.

  Here’s a calorie-free taste of “The French Diet Coach”

  After we got home, Philip quickly paid the babysitter, and she left. I'd been planning to email Jean-Paul about my success at the dinner, but Philip had other things in mind for me. Apparently, he found my dress quite sexy too. Could he tell I was feeling horny that week? Was my new-found libido rubbing off on him? I had no idea, but he didn't usually bother with more than a quick kiss after these dinners out, being too tired for more.

  He didn't seem tired that night. His hands reached for my breasts, opening the wrap-around top of my dress and exposing the lace of my new bra. He pulled it aside and bent to suck on my nipple as he massaged my other breast. I moaned and reached for his belt, and somehow we made it to the bedroom. His hands explored hungrily under my dress as he kissed me. When he found the bare tops of my thighs above the thigh-high stockings, he raised his eyebrows and grinned “Nice! Leave them on.”

  He pulled off my dress, exposing my breasts that had half escaped from the bra, and looked puzzled at the thin tight belt around my waist “What's this?”

  “Oh, just a new diet trick I'm trying to keep my eating habits in check,” I said. I was sure I’d done stranger things in the past.

  He used the thin belt to pull me closer to him and unclasped my bra, releasing my heavy and aching breasts, massaging them, and playing with my nipples until I could have come from that alone. He pulled off my wet panties and watched me panting as I lay exposed on the bed while he undressed, his hungry eyes on my stockings, my thighs, my breasts and my wet pussy.