Title: The Dirty Ones
Author: JA Huss
Genre: Dark Erotic Suspense
Release Date: December 4, 2018
Blurb
They said write what you know so that’s what I
did. I wrote dirty, I wrote erotic, I wrote the truth.
did. I wrote dirty, I wrote erotic, I wrote the truth.
And then
they called me a liar. But it’s not me who’s lying, it’s them.
they called me a liar. But it’s not me who’s lying, it’s them.
Our story
isn’t for everyone. It’s not even for us.
isn’t for everyone. It’s not even for us.
So if
you’re looking for the fairy tale and the stupid prince on his dumb white
horse, move along. You’ve got a hold of the wrong book.
you’re looking for the fairy tale and the stupid prince on his dumb white
horse, move along. You’ve got a hold of the wrong book.
This is not
your story, this is not your life, and this is not your opportunity to dip your
frightened little toe into the dark pool of water and “try new things” and then
pull it out and decide… #NotForMe.
your story, this is not your life, and this is not your opportunity to dip your
frightened little toe into the dark pool of water and “try new things” and then
pull it out and decide… #NotForMe.
When you go
in with us you go all in. So make a decision before you turn this page.
in with us you go all in. So make a decision before you turn this page.
Because I’m making one promise with this book.
Just one.
We are The Dirty Ones and this is our truth.
The Dirty Ones is a
brand new dark romance about the secret world of erotica authors releasing
December 4, 2018.
brand new dark romance about the secret world of erotica authors releasing
December 4, 2018.
Kiera’s room is dark, so I force myself to be still for
a few seconds, allowing my eyes to adjust. When the crack of light leaking in
from under the door goes from barely visible to a golden haze rising up from
the floor I step forward towards the edge of the four-poster bed, unknotting my
tie and pulling it through my collar as I walk.
a few seconds, allowing my eyes to adjust. When the crack of light leaking in
from under the door goes from barely visible to a golden haze rising up from
the floor I step forward towards the edge of the four-poster bed, unknotting my
tie and pulling it through my collar as I walk.
“Kiera?” I
ask, pulling my shirt out of my pants and unbuttoning my shirt. “You awake?”
ask, pulling my shirt out of my pants and unbuttoning my shirt. “You awake?”
She moans,
rolling over, one of her pale breasts exposed from her top, one long leg bare
as it sneaks out from under the covers. Her hair is wild, splayed out on the
pillow and half covering her beautiful face.
rolling over, one of her pale breasts exposed from her top, one long leg bare
as it sneaks out from under the covers. Her hair is wild, splayed out on the
pillow and half covering her beautiful face.
I want to
turn the lights on. Want to see her better. See all of her. Never take my eyes
off this woman. I want to make this whole nightmare go away. Give her something
better. Leave behind my old life with all its expectations and just steal away
with her to some far-away tropical island. Stay naked with her forever and
raise babies on the beach.
turn the lights on. Want to see her better. See all of her. Never take my eyes
off this woman. I want to make this whole nightmare go away. Give her something
better. Leave behind my old life with all its expectations and just steal away
with her to some far-away tropical island. Stay naked with her forever and
raise babies on the beach.
God, what
the fuck is wrong with me? We’ve been back in each other’s lives for less than
forty-eight hours and all I can think about is throwing everything away?
the fuck is wrong with me? We’ve been back in each other’s lives for less than
forty-eight hours and all I can think about is throwing everything away?
You’re in
love, Con.
love, Con.
I hear the
words in her voice inside my head.
words in her voice inside my head.
You’re in
love.
love.
Maybe I am.
I unbuckle
my belt and unfasten my pants. Drag my zipper down, trying to be quiet.
my belt and unfasten my pants. Drag my zipper down, trying to be quiet.
I don’t
want to wake her. I want to ease into bed, slip my fingers between her legs,
and kiss her mouth as she dreams. Make her come in her sleep.
want to wake her. I want to ease into bed, slip my fingers between her legs,
and kiss her mouth as she dreams. Make her come in her sleep.
I am one
sick fuck and I don’t care.
sick fuck and I don’t care.
When I’m
naked I place one knee on the bed and carefully swing my other leg over hers.
She twists, flat on her back now. That one exposed breast caught in some stray
ray of light that shouldn’t be there, but is. Like a spotlight just for my own
sick, hedonistic pleasure.
naked I place one knee on the bed and carefully swing my other leg over hers.
She twists, flat on her back now. That one exposed breast caught in some stray
ray of light that shouldn’t be there, but is. Like a spotlight just for my own
sick, hedonistic pleasure.
Thinking
back on the party at Camille’s house has turned back time for me. Taken me to
the place I was, the person I used to be. The one who fucked her and Sofia—and
sometimes Camille too. The one who didn’t mind sharing with Hayes or Bennett
because they didn’t mind sharing with me.
back on the party at Camille’s house has turned back time for me. Taken me to
the place I was, the person I used to be. The one who fucked her and Sofia—and
sometimes Camille too. The one who didn’t mind sharing with Hayes or Bennett
because they didn’t mind sharing with me.
It was an
orgy. Group sex or whatever.
orgy. Group sex or whatever.
It was
sick, and twisted, and very fucking erotic.
sick, and twisted, and very fucking erotic.
It was
heavy breathing, and sweaty, naked bodies, and never enough.
heavy breathing, and sweaty, naked bodies, and never enough.
It was
never enough that year.
never enough that year.
We fucked
them all. Together.
them all. Together.
It was
sensuous, and uninhibited, and lecherous.
sensuous, and uninhibited, and lecherous.
How did I
ever walk away from these people? How did I ever live a day without them?
ever walk away from these people? How did I ever live a day without them?
I place my
hand on her one exposed leg and slowly slide it up to her thigh.
hand on her one exposed leg and slowly slide it up to her thigh.
She moans
again, mouth parted like she’s waiting for my cock.
again, mouth parted like she’s waiting for my cock.
I picture
those nights long ago. At the parties. How Camille would always be the one to
invite us in. And how Hayes would be the first to take her up on those offers.
How Sofia was meek, and afraid, and shy. And how she changed. How we all
changed.
those nights long ago. At the parties. How Camille would always be the one to
invite us in. And how Hayes would be the first to take her up on those offers.
How Sofia was meek, and afraid, and shy. And how she changed. How we all
changed.
How Kiera used
to whimper and moan as she came.
to whimper and moan as she came.
I want to
hear that sound now. Right now.
hear that sound now. Right now.
I lean
forward, crawling up her body, my rock-hard cock dragging across the sheets.
Aching to be inside her.
forward, crawling up her body, my rock-hard cock dragging across the sheets.
Aching to be inside her.
Author Bio
JA Huss is
the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today
Bestseller's list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with
heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
the New York Times Bestselling author of 321 and has been on the USA Today
Bestseller's list 21 times in the past four years. She writes characters with
heart, plots with twists, and perfect endings.
Her books
have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her
semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and
an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was
nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was
nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.
have sold millions of copies all over the world, the audio version of her
semi-autobiographical book, Eighteen, was nominated for a Voice Arts Award and
an Audie Award in 2016 and 2017 respectively, her audiobook, Mr. Perfect, was
nominated for a Voice Arts Award in 2017, and her audiobook, Taking Turns, was
nominated for an Audie Award in 2018.
She lives
on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
on a ranch in Central Colorado with her family.
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