The
Game
The Game Series #1-7
By LP Lovell & Stevie J. Cole
Genre: Dark Erotica
Release Date: July 6, 2017
Synopsis
What would you
do for one million dollars? Or rather, what wouldn’t you do? Would you play a
game?
One contract.
Two Guys. Three players. Four Strikes. Five rules. Six zeros. Seven days.
No safe words.
No questions. Complete submission. Are you game?
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Excerpt
"It's a simple question, really,”
Preston says. “What would you do for a million dollars?"
Tobias smirks. "Or better yet, what
would you not do?"
Preston glances at Tobias, then back at me.
"Would you kill someone?"
"No."
Tobias laughs, spreading his arms wide.
"Would you submit yourself then? Mind." He leans forward,
locking eyes with me. "Body. Soul."
I swallow. My heart hammers against my ribs.
And I glance at the elevator, staring at the panel without buttons. “Submit…” I
whisper, mentally acknowledging that I am trapped.
"Complete subservience." Preston
says.
"Like a slave?" My skin crawls when
I utter that word.
Tobias’s brow raises as he glances
at Preston. "Slave rather implies doing something distasteful,
doesn't it?"
A slow smile pulls at Preston's lips before
he looks at me. "It does. Slavery is to be debased and degraded.
Submission is to be protected." His eyes skate
slowly over my body. "Coveted. Revered. Cherished."
These two men look like wolves,
waiting, preying...and although my stomach is
unsettled, the allure swarming around them is nearly
undeniable. They are like the forbidden fruit. One bite may kill
you, but how will you ever know until you taste it?
"Trust
me, sweetheart, you'll like it...for the most
part." Preston winks.
"I'm
offering you one million dollars in exchange for one week
of your time," Tobias says.
"No amount of money is worth my
dignity." I go to stand, although I don’t know where I’ll
go, but Tobias grabs my wrist, subtly shaking his head.
"Dignity?" he says, smirking.
"And where exactly will your dignity be when you're living on
the street?" My heart pounds unevenly in my
chest. "We offer you a salvation not many are afforded. One
million dollars for a mere seven days of your life."
His hand is still wrapped tightly around my
wrist. I can't breathe. I can't move. His eyes have
me pinned in place. Slowly, I sit back down.
"Sweet Ella," Preston murmurs,
standing up and walking behind me. He places his hand on my shoulder, the
heat of his palm searing through me, "We know you have no money. No
prospects. You're about to lose your apartment..."
My heart sits in my throat in a pounding
lump. I'm frozen with fear, and dare I say, curiosity.
"You have no family, no one to fall back
on," Tobias adds.
"So tragic," Preston says,
"what happened to your parents."
I shake my head, unable to form words. How do
they know this? How do they know these details about my life when I know
nothing about them? "I..." I grip the arms of the chair so hard, I
fear my knuckles may split.
"No boyfriend. No job," Tobias
says, inspecting the cuff of his jacket as though the entire notion of my
pitiful existence bores him. "You've got nothing." His eyes flick to
mine, imprisoning me in their green depths. "But you are very
beautiful."
LP Lovell
Lauren Lovell is an indie author from
England.
She suffers from a total lack of brain to
mouth filter and is the friend you have to explain before you introduce her to
anyone, and apologise for afterwards.
Lauren is a self-confessed shameless pervert,
who may be suffering from slight peen envy.
LP loves to hear from readers so please get
in touch.
Stevie J. Cole
Stevie J. Cole lives deep in the woods of
Alabama with her husband and two precious daughters. She studied Epidemiology
concentrating on cancer research but has always had a passion for writing. Some
of her stories will strip you bare, some will give you nightmares, but the one
thing she can promise is that she will always give you stories that make you
feel.
Raw. Gritty. Love.
Because sometimes characters need to be
flawed.
P.S. Stevie's greatest fear is the impending
zombie apocalypse. Think about it: swarming armies of decaying, oozing corpses
stumbling around with clicking teeth, trying to eat your face. Nothing about
that is good. NOTHING!
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