12 inches might make you sigh.
24 inches may bring you to paradise.
But put 36 inches of man meat on the table?
Get ready to scream.
Mason, Derek, and Parker.
Three untamable beasts that dominate the book industry.
Whether its our 8 pack abs, our rugged face, or our giant…egos.
No woman can withstand our charms.
We take what we want and move on.
Until we meet Cara.
She’s something else entirely.
A force of nature we’ve never dealt with.
She wants all of us. At the same time.
Says she refuses to choose just one.
There’s forces looking to destroy us.
To beat them, we’re going to have to work close together.
To save her, we’re going to have to use our bodies.
We’ll let you guess which parts…
Hot and bothered.
That describes the state I’m in right now. With my Cradle in one hand, I purse my lips as my eyes dance over the words on the screen. Shutting my legs, I start breathing harder as I feel a warmness spread from between my legs to the rest of my body.
“We’re here, Miss.”
I know I shouldn’t spend my time reading books like this, especially when there’s so much going on at work, but I simply can’t help it. A word of warning—if you ever find yourself about to buy one of Abby’s books, run in the opposite direction. Throw your laptop away. Break your credit card in half. I don’t care what you do, just don’t buy it.
If, despite what I’ve just told you, you insist on it… Well, get ready to see your laundry bill grow. You’ll start spending a lot more on underwear. And don’t be surprised if you start thinking of hot men burning with lust for you 24/7.
“Miss? Are you listening to me?”
I wish I could spend all day reading Abby’s books, but unfortunately, being wet doesn’t pay the bills. Okay, just one more chapter of 24 Inches and I’ll shut my Cradle off. I promise. Just one more and —
Sitting up straight, I finally peel my eyes off the Cradle and stare at the taxi driver. He’s turned on his seat, one arm draped around the headrest, and he looks like he’s pissed.
“Oh,” I whisper, realizing the taxi has already stopped in front of my office building. How long have we been here for? “I’m sorry!” I tell the driver in a single breath, stuffing my Cradle inside my purse and feeling my cheeks warming with embarrassment. I can’t believe I was reading 24 Inches and probably smiling like a horny idiot while the driver was waiting for me to get out of his car.
Pushing two folded ten dollar bills into his hands, I get out of the car and breathe in the cool New York morning air. Autumn’s just around the corner, and you can already feel its breeze sweeping through the crowded streets of the city. Soon enough Central Park is going to be covered in a scarlet blanket of broken leaves, and I can barely wait to go through my wardrobe and prepare for it.
“Oh, crap,” I mutter as I take one quick look at the watch on my wrist. I pop a gum into my mouth, close my eyes for a second, and ready myself for Sienna’s sermon; it’s already 9:10 am, which means I’m late. Sienna never really cared much about tardiness, but lately I get the feeling that she’s just looking for an opportunity to fire my ass. I know I should feel bad about it, but just between you and I, I don’t even care if she fires me.
I always dreamt of becoming an author, and when I landed a job working for Sienna Sinner, an up-and-coming romance writer, I was more than thrilled. She put me in charge of her Advance Review Copy (or ARC for short) team, and my job is to make sure that I get early copies into the hands of her adoring fans … of which there are none. Sure, there are always a lot of people who want to get their hands on a free book, but true fans? Yeah, Sienna doesn’t have many of them.
Her writing is dry and stilted, and her books have been dropping off the charts fast. She probably blames it on me, but what can I do? I’ve been working for her ever since I left college, and I always worked as hard as possible to make sure her books succeeded, but I’m not the one writing them, you know? She doesn’t have that Abby flair, and there’s nothing I can do about it.
Back when she started writing, she had a few bestsellers … but nowadays her books have been tanking hard. She bitches about it every single day, telling me I’m not doing my job properly, and I even had to take a paycut (and let me tell you, my salary wasn’t that hot to begin with).
“You should quit and punch that bitch in the face,” my roommate always tells me. Jenna is just like that; she doesn’t beat around the bush, and she’s as protective of me as anyone I’ve ever met. Too bad that I need the money to pay the rent. Jenna told me she would float me for as long as I needed to, but I don’t really want to burden her. I want to pull my own weight, you know?
Rushing my way toward the office building, I let my high heels tap against the pavement harshly as I sling my purse over my shoulder. Inside the old building, I hurry up the worn stairs, the wood creaking underneath my feet. Despite having her offices in midtown Manhattan, the building they’re in is a throwback to an older era, one where men wore hats to work and kept a bottle of whisky inside their desk drawers.
“I’m sorry, Sienna, I got distracted and —” I start to say the moment I open the office’s door, but there’s no one inside. Closing the door behind me, I walk into the main room and throw my purse over my desk. With only three rooms, Sienna’s offices are tight and cramped, but usually they’re never empty. The door to the main office—hers—is closed, but there’s no sound coming from the inside.
Then, suddenly, I hear something.
“Three months,” I hear Sienna say, but there’s something unnatural about her voice. I don’t know if it’s her tone or something else, but something just doesn’t feel right. “Yeah. No, just like I said. Three months and we’ll crush these Naughty Angel Publishing bitches.”
What? I knew Sienna has complicated relationships with others authors and publishing houses, but I never knew she hated Naughty Angel Publishing this much. And why the hell would anyone hate NAP and Abby? They changed the industry and, in the process, they inspired hundreds of writers.
In fact, Abby was the one that ignited that spark inside of me. Ever since I laid my hands on a copy of 12 Inches I knew I had to work in the industry.
“Yes, we’ll talk later. I’m kinda… busy right now,” she finishes off, and then a sullen silence takes over the whole office. But under that sullen silence there’s a soft sound of flesh-on-flesh hiding underneath it… It’s as if there’s someone else moving inside Sienna’s office.
Without even thinking about what I’m doing, I push her office door open and step inside. “Is everything —?” I start to say, but the words suddenly grow so heavy inside me that they drop down my throat.
Sienna’s on her knees, the straps of her dress hanging from her shoulders to reveal the outer edge of her lace bra, and her mouth’s open. And, inside her mouth, there’s a cock.
A cock belonging to none other than my dear boyfriend.
Trevor opens his eyes the moment he sees me walk in and, placing one hand over Sienna’s head, he lets her know that they’re not alone. She stops then, replacing her mouth with her hand, and looks back at me over her shoulder.
“Hello, Cara,” she smiles wickedly, her hand moving faster over Trevor’s cock. I stare at her with my mouth hanging open, my heart feeling like a ticking bomb.
“What … what’s all this?” I mumble, looking from Trevor to her. His eyes are so wide that they seem as if they’re about to explode any second now.
“This is Trevor’s cock,” she chuckles, and the sound of her voice is enough to make the hair on the back of my neck stand up. I knew Sienna wasn’t exactly the nicest person in the world, but this… This is too much! “And this,” she continues, “is also you being fired.”
The moment fired rolls off her tongue, Trevor places both his hands on top of Sienna’s head and groans. A fraction of a second later and his cock blasts a thick rope of cum straight into her face.
Okay, think, Cara.
What would a strong woman do? What would a woman in one of Abby’s books do? Grab a fire poker and break Trevor’s dick in half? No, I can’t stand the sight of blood. Livestream all this onto Facebook and show the world who they truly are? No, I’d die of embarrassment.
What if I kick him in the balls and slap the shit out of her? Oh, and what if I set fire to her whole office? No more ARCs to worry about then. Maybe I’ll just throw their clothes out the window … or maybe I can throw them out the window.
No, I need something. Something else, something…
Oh, yes. This is it. Evil, refined, and definitely the kind of punishment Sienna won’t forget about.
Gritting my teeth, I cross the room in two wide strides, closing the distance between me and Sienna. Trevor takes one step back, visibly afraid of what I might do, but Sienna simply stands up slowly, beads of cum dripping down her face.
“Why?” I ask her, but she just shrugs at me.
“PAs are a dime a dozen, Cara. And I always hated how you’re always reading that stuff from Naughty Angel. You’ve been acting like a little bitch, and I’m pretty sure you’re the one who has been fucking up my ARCs. You want Naughty Angel to succeed so much that you’re willing to fuck me over. Consider this payback,” she laughs, wiping the cum off her lips with the back of her hand. “Now get the fuck out of my office and —”
I don’t even let her finish. I just take one hand to my mouth, push the chewing gum to my teeth and spit it out onto the open palm of my hand. “Here,” I growl, my hand flying straight into her hair, “consider this my resignation letter.”
I feel the chewing gum sticking right to her scalp, and I almost feel bad for her. But then again, Sienna is the last person on Earth I could feel sorry about right now. Besides, every girl loves a trip to the hairdresser; she’ll just have to schedule hers earlier. As in this morning.
I can’t help but grin as I watch her eyes widen in pure shock, and I take a step back as she runs her fingers through her hair and realizes what I just did. Her precious long hair just had a close encounter with a disgruntled personal assistant. Word of advice: never fuck with a PA.
“I’M GONNA FUCKING KILL YOU!” She yells, jumping toward me with her arms stretched out. Reacting fast, I simply sidestep her, and she runs right into Trevor. He tries to hold her, but with his pants around his ankles, he falls off balance and trips on Sienna’s laptop cable, dragging the computer and everything on the desk to the floor. He falls on the floor like a block of concrete, pulling Sienna after him, and I just stare down at them.
“Cara, please,” Trevor groans from under Sienna, reaching out for me with one hand. “I didn’t mean to —”
Without even thinking, I lift one foot up and bring it down, stamping my heel right on the back of his hand. “You didn’t mean to, huh?” I ask him, looking down at him as Sienna tries to untangle herself from the laptop cable. “But you did. Now there’s only one thing you can do for me.”
“What, Cara? What?”
“You can fuck off,” I tell him and, with a smirk, I turn on my heels and leave.
I’ve been a good girl all my life, and it’s always like this—cheating boyfriends, backstabbing assholes, and people stepping on you the moment they have the chance.
I’m tired of being nice; I’m tired of playing by the rules. It’s high time I put a stop to all of that, kick all niceness to the curb, and start kicking some ass.
I promise you: this isn’t a ride you’ll want to miss.
Just grab my hand and come with me.