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The sweeter the revenge, the more bitter the cost.
Ethan Ashford prefers the private playrooms of his exclusive club to the backstabbing elite society into which he was born. But when his ailing father asks him to attend a gala dinner, he reluctantly agrees. Only to encounter an eerily familiar face that freezes him in his tracks.
He quickly realizes the woman isn’t Joyce, a conniving social climber who almost ruined his family, but her cousin Siena Maynard, a fledgling fashion designer who pings Ethan’s Dom radar from across the ballroom. Even better, her uncanny resemblance to Joyce sparks a plan that will satisfy his hunger for revenge—and his craving to have sweet Siena at his mercy.
Phase one: Dig up every detail about Siena, from her dwindling funds to her brother’s shady connections. Phase two: Back her into a corner with one way out—to accept him as her sole benefactor in exchange for her total submission.
Ethan fully expected to take diabolical pleasure in Siena’s body, tears, and flesh. But he never anticipated she’d sink so deeply under his skin, that losing her would destroy what’s left of his soul.
Note: Twisted Proposal is a standalone romance in the Central Florida Stories – Club Nexus universe. Contains D/s dynamics, dubious consent, intense scenes, and lots of dirty talk.
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Ethan hid his smile under his hand and glanced away toward the ballroom’s entrance.
His mind and heart froze.
The woman under the archway had him. Her gazed crossed briefly with his. His breath caught. He dropped his arm.
“No. It can’t be!” he exclaimed. Fury, sudden and blazing filled his soul with hatred. The urge to get close, clutch that pale throat and squeeze until she went limp and lifeless in his fist, overcame all thought. He made a move forward…
“Ah, shit. Stop, Ethan.” Daniel grabbed his arm. “It’s not her. It’s not Joyce!”
Daniel’s words confused him. Ethan blinked and narrowed his gaze. There was no recognition in the woman’s expression as she continued scanning the room and moved past him. A man joined her. Going by the strong physical similarity they were closely related. Siblings?
Ethan recovered. He’d been ejected from the initial stages of a delicious sexual adventure and thrown into shock and loathing. Fractions of a second passed, but as the second ended, important differences, key details, tweaked his initial impression.
Her wideset eyes were of a clear aqua not brown. She’d tied her dark blonde hair, not the same shade of brown as Joyce’s, into an elegant twist, which gave her neck a swan-like arch. The pale blue-green of her gown enhanced her aristocratic bearing. Small aquamarine stones in the flowing skirt and sleeves gave her skintone a warm tanned glow. She was magnificent in her beauty. She wasn’t Joyce Rudloe. The resemblance to her was disturbing.
Valerie touched his arm. “Are you okay?”
“Better now. I thought I saw a ghost.” He had to lie. How could he explain the past and all the pain attached to such disastrous events?
About the Author:
Award-winning and best-selling author Victoria Saccenti writes romantic women’s fiction, contemporary romance, and paranormal romance. Not one for heart and flower stories, she explores the edgy twists and turns of human interaction, the many facets of love, and all possible happy endings. After thirty years of traveling the world, she’s settled in Central Florida, where she splits her busy schedule between family and her active muse at Essence Publishing. However, if she could convince her husband to sell their home, she would pack up her computer and move to Scotland, a land she adores. On a side note, in one form or another, Scotland appears in most of her stories.
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