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Synopsis
Billionaires
have it all but that doesn’t mean they don’t have to work hard to get what
their hearts desire. In this brand new anthology of erotic BDSM stories the
Brit Babes offer heroes and heroines who aren’t shy about taking what they
want. From farmyards to luxury penthouses, wealth is all about sating needs,
connecting souls and taking pleasure to new highs. Whether you’re looking for a
coffee break read or something longer to curl up in bed with, you’ll find
something to suit your needs in Sexy Just Got Rich.
Containing
stories from Lexie Bay, Victoria Blisse, Natalie Dae, Harlem Dae, Lucy
Felthouse, K D Grace, Lily Harlem, Kay Jaybee and Tabitha Rayne.
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Excerpt
Heart pounding
and palms clammy, Catriona forced herself to put one foot in front of the other
and walked into the bookshop. It was bedlam. She’d never seen a bookshop so
busy in her life.
She paused just
inside the door. What the fuck was she doing? If someone saw her, recognised
her—
She shook her
head sharply and clenched her fists until her fingernails dug into her flesh,
the nipping pain bringing her back to her senses.
No one would
recognise her, she reminded herself, because no one knew who she was. Well,
people knew who she was—but not in relation to the reason she was here.
Taking a deep
breath and attempting to behave like a normal person, she continued through the
shop, trying to figure out where she needed to be. Not that she even needed to
be here at all. It was insanity that had drawn her out of her Thames-side
apartment and into the bowels of the Tube, and finally into the huge Piccadilly
bookstore.
What else but
insanity would make a person head into central London to buy a copy of a book
on the same day it came out? Especially when one already had a large box of
copies of said book stuffed into the bottom of one’s wardrobe. Complimentary
author copies, according to the note from the publisher.
Maybe it was
curiosity, she thought, as she joined the back of the queue snaking across the
ground floor of the shop. Nobody nearby was holding a copy of the book yet, so
she assumed that somewhere between here and the till there was a stack of the
paperbacks, ready to be picked up and paid for. And presumably read. Christ.
Surreptitiously,
Catriona pinched the back of her hand. Wincing, she figured she had to get her
head around this situation, and fast. It was only going to get bigger and
crazier—or so the publisher’s marketing team, a bunch of young, attractive and
scarily glamorous people, had told her.
She’d already
seen plenty of evidence of their expenditure on the way over—billboards, bus
shelters, ads on the Underground; all displaying huge versions of her book
cover, proclaiming it a bestseller, quoting stellar reviews and even lauding it
“the next big thing” and “the next Fifty Shades of Grey.” One strap line even
said “Who needs Christian Grey when you’ve got Eliza Dickinson?”
It was the fact
that her book had even been compared to the first big thing that she couldn’t
quite grasp.
The Fifty Shades
phenomenon had spawned merchandise, sex toys and even a film. But it was just a
one-off, wasn’t it? Something that couldn’t be replicated, shouldn’t be
replicated.
Catriona
certainly hadn’t set out to write a book to appeal to the same readership. All
she’d done was take out her real life frustrations—both sexual and otherwise—on
the keyboard of her laptop. The rest had simply been a freak of nature.
How could it
appeal to the same readership, anyway? Her characters were the complete
opposite of E.L. James’—her lead female, Eliza, was a dominatrix, and Leon her
willing sub. Or he was by the end of the book, anyway.
It didn’t
matter. None of it mattered. Her book was out, today, and what happened next
was completely out of her hands. She should just relax and go with the flow.
Though she still couldn’t get over the fact that people were not only buying
her book—they were queuing to buy it. Patiently, too, despite the glacial speed
at which they were moving forward. Did they only have one till open, or
something?
People had
joined the line behind her as she’d been ruminating, and she shuffled around
slightly so she could see how many more were waiting. Shit—there were loads!
She couldn’t even see the end of the queue.
Her surprise
must have shown on her face, because the man behind her let out a chuckle.
“It’s crazy, isn’t it?” he said. “All these people waiting to buy a book when
we could have purchased online—probably cheaper—and had it delivered directly
to our doors. Or in a single click, have it appear on our eReaders.”
Catriona hadn’t
even thought of that. So, not only were people here, in the bookstore—and
presumably stores all over the country, too—they were buying online, loading up
eReaders… all for her little book!
About The Brit Babes
The Brit Babes
are eight British erotica writers coming together to bring you the hottest
romance to satisfy your cravings. So go on, indulge yourself and explore your
kinky side!
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