Release Day Blitz
Dirtiest Secret
by
J. Kenner
From the New
York Times bestselling author of such “racy, sizzling Stark novels” (RT
Book Reviews) as Release Me and Say My Name comes the provocative first
Stark International Novel—the beginning of the S.I.N. series.
~ Synopsis ~
It
was wrong for us to be together, but it was even harder to be apart.
The memory of Dallas Sykes burns inside of me.
Everyone knows him as a notorious playboy, a man for
whom women and money are no object. But to me, he’s still the one man I
desperately crave—yet the one I can never have.
Dallas knows me better than anyone else. We bear the
same scars, the same darkness in our past. I thought I could move on by staying
away, but now that we’re drawn together once more, I can’t fight the force of
our attraction or the temptation to make him mine.
We’ve tried to maintain control, not letting ourselves
give in to desire. And for so long we’ve told ourselves no—but now it’s finally
time to say yes.
Note:
Dirtiest Secret is intended for mature audiences.
~ Excerpt ~
Even
by Southampton standards, the party at the nine-thousand-square-foot mansion on
Meadow Lane reeked of extravagance.
Grammy
Award–winning artists performed on an outdoor stage that had been set up on the
lush lawn that flowed from the main house to the tennis courts. Celebrities
hobnobbed with models who flirted with Wall Street tycoons who discussed stock
prices with tech gurus and old-money academics, all while sampling fine scotch
and the season’s chicest gin. Colored lights illuminated the grotto style pool,
upon which nude models floated lazily on air mattresses, their bodies used by
artisan sushi chefs as presentation platters for epicurean delights.
Each
female guest received a Hermès Birkin bag and each male received a limited
edition Hublot watch, and the exclamations of delight—from both the men and the
women—rivaled the boom of the fireworks that exploded over Shinnecock Bay at
precisely ten p.m., perfectly
timed to distract the guests from the bustle of the staff switching out the
dinner buffet for the spread of desserts, coffee, and liqueurs.
No
expense had been spared, no desire or craving or indulgence overlooked. Nothing
had been left to chance, and every person in attendance agreed that the party
was the Must Attend event of the season, if not of the year. Hell, if not of
the decade.
Everyone
who was anyone was there, under the stars on the four acre lot on Billionaires’
Row.
Everyone,
that is, except the billionaire who was actually hosting the party. And speculation
as to where he was, what he was doing, and who he was doing it with ripped
through the well-liquored and gossip-hungry crowd like wildfire in a windstorm.
“No
idea where he could have disappeared off to, but I’d bet good money he’s not
pining away in solitude,” said a reed-thin man with salt-and-pepper hair and an
expression that suggested disapproval but was most likely envy.
“I
swear I came five times,” a perky blonde announced to her best friend in the
kind of stage whisper designed to attract attention. “The man’s a master in
bed.”
“He’s
got a shrewd head for business, that one,” said a Wall Street trader, “but no
sense of propriety where his cock is concerned.”
“Oh,
honey, no. He’s not relationship material.” A brunette celebrating a recently
inked modeling contract shivered as if reliving a moment of ecstasy. “He’s like
fine chocolate. Meant to be savored in very limited quantities. But so damn
good when you have it.”
“More
power to him if he can grab that much pussy.” A hipster with beard stubble and
a man-bun wiped his wire-rimmed glasses clean with his shirttail. “But why the
fuck does he have to be so blatant about it?”
“All
of my friends have had him.” The petite redhead who pulled in a six figure wife
bonus smiled slowly, and the flash of her green eyes suggested that she was the
cat and he was the delicious cream. “But I’m the only one of us to enjoy a
second helping.”
“All
your friends?”
“How
much pussy?”
“At
least half the women here tonight. Maybe more.”
“Man,
don’t even ask that. Just trust me. Dallas Sykes is the King of Fuck. You and
me? Mere mortals like us can’t even compare.”
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~ About the Author ~
J.
Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA Today, Publishers Weekly,
Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling author of over seventy
novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of genres.
Though known primarily for her
award-winning and internationally bestselling erotic romances (including the
Stark and Most Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York
Times bestseller list and #1 internationally, JK has been writing full time for
over a decade in a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary
romance, "chicklit" suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy
lit.
JK has been praised by
Publishers Weekly as an author with a "flair for dialogue and eccentric
characterizations" and by RT Bookclub for having "cornered the market
on sinfully attractive, dominant antiheroes and the women who swopn for
him." A four time finalist for Romance Writers of America's prestigious
RITA award, JK took home the first RITA trophy awarded in the category of
erotic romance in 2014 for her novel, Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy).
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