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Saga # 1
the Sin
Revenge
Saga # 1
By: Claire Kent
Releasing July 7, 2015
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Blurb
In
the first novel in USA Today bestselling author Claire Kent’s deeply sensual
story of love, lust, and deception, a woman searching for the truth discovers
that she’s sleeping with the enemy.
the first novel in USA Today bestselling author Claire Kent’s deeply sensual
story of love, lust, and deception, a woman searching for the truth discovers
that she’s sleeping with the enemy.
Portrait artist Kelly
Watson keeps her relationships simple and steamy, with no strings attached.
She’s had a hard time trusting other people since she was a child, when her
father was murdered for trying to blow the whistle on corporate corruption.
Nearly twenty years later, Kelly finds herself in the arms of a seductive
stranger—the very same man who may have ordered her father’s death. And even as
she plays him, using hot sex as a means to revenge, Kelly is tormented by one question:
Is she committing the ultimate betrayal?
Watson keeps her relationships simple and steamy, with no strings attached.
She’s had a hard time trusting other people since she was a child, when her
father was murdered for trying to blow the whistle on corporate corruption.
Nearly twenty years later, Kelly finds herself in the arms of a seductive
stranger—the very same man who may have ordered her father’s death. And even as
she plays him, using hot sex as a means to revenge, Kelly is tormented by one question:
Is she committing the ultimate betrayal?
Caleb Marshall has spent
decades forging a high-powered career, rejecting intimacy for the convenience
of fast women and cheap thrills. But Kelly intrigues him, pushing commitment
buttons he didn’t know he had. Still, something is wrong. Despite their
physical and emotional chemistry, Caleb feels the fear inside of her. Now the
only way to keep her safe is coming clean, before secrets and lies destroy
their connection—no matter how deep, intense, and addictive it may be.
decades forging a high-powered career, rejecting intimacy for the convenience
of fast women and cheap thrills. But Kelly intrigues him, pushing commitment
buttons he didn’t know he had. Still, something is wrong. Despite their
physical and emotional chemistry, Caleb feels the fear inside of her. Now the
only way to keep her safe is coming clean, before secrets and lies destroy
their connection—no matter how deep, intense, and addictive it may be.
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Claire
Kent has been
writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British
literature and, when she’s not writing, teaches English at the university
level. She also writes contemporary romance under the pen name Noelle Adams.
Kent has been
writing romance novels since she was twelve years old. She has a PhD in British
literature and, when she’s not writing, teaches English at the university
level. She also writes contemporary romance under the pen name Noelle Adams.
Excerpt
She couldn’t remember the last time
she’d
been so deeply attracted to a man. He wasn’t even her type. He was
too old for her—with a dusting of silver in his hair—and she normally preferred
blue-collar types. Military men. Cops. Firefighters. Construction workers. Men
with calloused hands.
she’d
been so deeply attracted to a man. He wasn’t even her type. He was
too old for her—with a dusting of silver in his hair—and she normally preferred
blue-collar types. Military men. Cops. Firefighters. Construction workers. Men
with calloused hands.
Not like this guy at all.
“I know who you really are,” he said,
easing even closer to her so that her breasts brushed lightly against his chest
for a moment. “You believe in love, don’t you?”
easing even closer to her so that her breasts brushed lightly against his chest
for a moment. “You believe in love, don’t you?”
It was so far from the truth, Kelly almost
laughed. She hadn’t
believed in love since her father was murdered. “You are so wrong about me, it’s not even funny. I bet I
believe in love even less than you do.”
laughed. She hadn’t
believed in love since her father was murdered. “You are so wrong about me, it’s not even funny. I bet I
believe in love even less than you do.”
“What do you believe in, then?” He was
touching her hair again, skimming the tips of his fingers down the length of
one loose strand.
touching her hair again, skimming the tips of his fingers down the length of
one loose strand.
She could hardly believe he was a stranger.
It felt like she knew him—all the way down to the core. “I believe in being
self-sufficient, just like you do.” She leaned toward him just enough to graze
her nipples against his shirt before she pulled back.
It felt like she knew him—all the way down to the core. “I believe in being
self-sufficient, just like you do.” She leaned toward him just enough to graze
her nipples against his shirt before she pulled back.
“Do you?” There was a slight flush to his
cheeks now, and it looked like he was breathing more quickly. He was definitely
turned on. Just as turned on as she was. “What else do you believe in?”
cheeks now, and it looked like he was breathing more quickly. He was definitely
turned on. Just as turned on as she was. “What else do you believe in?”
“I believe in seeing the world as it really
is and not dreaming of romantic fairy tales, just like you do.” She knew this
about him, as well as she knew it about herself.
is and not dreaming of romantic fairy tales, just like you do.” She knew this
about him, as well as she knew it about herself.
She saw the affirmation in his eyes,
mingling with the blaze of desire. “And what else?”
mingling with the blaze of desire. “And what else?”
“And I believe in sex.” They were in a
public park, but she didn’t
care. Responding to the challenge he posed, she slid one hand down his chest,
then his belly, until she reached his groin, which she gave a brief caress.
public park, but she didn’t
care. Responding to the challenge he posed, she slid one hand down his chest,
then his belly, until she reached his groin, which she gave a brief caress.
She hadn’t been wrong. He was
aroused. Hard in his jeans.
aroused. Hard in his jeans.
His breath hitched at her touch, and she
could see he was holding himself back. “What do you believe about sex?”
could see he was holding himself back. “What do you believe about sex?”
“I believe people can come together for
mutual gratification without all the baggage the world has built up around it.”
mutual gratification without all the baggage the world has built up around it.”
“Ah,” he murmured thickly, settling one
hand on the small of her back. “Free love, then? To go with the puppies and
flowers?”
hand on the small of her back. “Free love, then? To go with the puppies and
flowers?”
“Not love. Sex. There’s no overlap unless you
make it so.”
make it so.”
“I don’t make it so.” He pushed her hips toward
his body until she could feel his arousal against her middle.
his body until she could feel his arousal against her middle.
She was fighting to catch her breath, her
pussy pulsing with desire, and her mind struggling to keep up with his quick
wit. “Somehow, I knew that about you.”
pussy pulsing with desire, and her mind struggling to keep up with his quick
wit. “Somehow, I knew that about you.”
“I’ve met a lot of women who make such claims,
but then they’re
crying when I don’t
call them the next morning.”
but then they’re
crying when I don’t
call them the next morning.”
“I’ve met a lot of men who do the same thing.”
He shook his head, pushing his erection
against her very slightly. To the people in the park, they must look like they
were just hugging, but a hug was very far from what was going on between them.
against her very slightly. To the people in the park, they must look like they
were just hugging, but a hug was very far from what was going on between them.
To Kelly, it felt more like battle. And she
liked it. A lot. She couldn’t
remember the last time she’d been this turned on, this invested in a
conversation.
liked it. A lot. She couldn’t
remember the last time she’d been this turned on, this invested in a
conversation.
“So, you don’t cry?” he asked, his
brown eyes smoldering with lust, excitement, and intelligence.
brown eyes smoldering with lust, excitement, and intelligence.
“I haven’t cried since I was ten
years old.”
years old.”
That was true too. She hadn’t cried since the months after
her father died. Her whole world had changed that year.
her father died. Her whole world had changed that year.
“I still have no proof this is nothing but
pretense on your side.”
pretense on your side.”
“Because I’m a woman? Because I have
a sweet face? You’re
old enough to know that appearances deceive. You can fuck me now, and I’d never give you a second
thought. You’d
never hear from me again.”
a sweet face? You’re
old enough to know that appearances deceive. You can fuck me now, and I’d never give you a second
thought. You’d
never hear from me again.”
“If I fuck you,” he murmured, “I promise
you’ll
think of me again.”
you’ll
think of me again.”
“There’s no way you’re that good.”
“You shouldn’t say such things. You’ll only be proven wrong.”
“Your arrogance is astounding, but I still
haven’t
seen you follow through.”
haven’t
seen you follow through.”
“You want me to follow through?” It was a
genuine question. She could see that he was waiting for an answer as he watched
her, even through the growing desire.
genuine question. She could see that he was waiting for an answer as he watched
her, even through the growing desire.
“Oh, yeah.”
She’d had sex with strangers before. All she’d ever had was sex with
strangers. She didn’t
normally have sex on a Saturday morning in the park, but there was no good
reason not to.
strangers. She didn’t
normally have sex on a Saturday morning in the park, but there was no good
reason not to.
She wanted this man—like he was a challenge
that must be met, a battle that must be won.
that must be met, a battle that must be won.
“We’ll see,” the man said, sounding faintly
skeptical, as if he still didn’t
believe she took sex as casually as he did.
skeptical, as if he still didn’t
believe she took sex as casually as he did.
“See how, exactly?” She raised her eyebrows
in a question, a call to action.
in a question, a call to action.
The man met the call, grabbing her hand and
pulling her toward the wooded area nearby. He snapped his fingers, and the dog
stopped chewing his Frisbee and jumped to his feet to follow.
pulling her toward the wooded area nearby. He snapped his fingers, and the dog
stopped chewing his Frisbee and jumped to his feet to follow.
Kelly’s breath caught in her throat as they
neared the trees. “The car might be more comfortable.”
neared the trees. “The car might be more comfortable.”
“I’m not going for comfort here.” His grip was
firm and strong and authoritative as he pulled her after him.
firm and strong and authoritative as he pulled her after him.
She felt a wave of panic as they entered
the trees, not at one of the trails, but in the thickly grown area closest to
where they’d
been standing.
the trees, not at one of the trails, but in the thickly grown area closest to
where they’d
been standing.
The woods were dark, unknown, everything hidden—masking
horrors she just couldn’t
face.
horrors she just couldn’t
face.
When they’d gone a few feet in, she
couldn’t
make herself go any farther. She physically couldn’t do it, yanking her hand
out of the man’s.
couldn’t
make herself go any farther. She physically couldn’t do it, yanking her hand
out of the man’s.
He turned around with a resigned
expression. “That’s
what I thought.”
expression. “That’s
what I thought.”
He thought she’d given up. He thought he’d won.
But he wasn’t going to win this, her
phobia about the woods be damned. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him
against a large tree. “What did you think? That we would go deep in the woods
where you could safely hide, where no one could ever see what we were doing?
This is far enough.”
phobia about the woods be damned. She grabbed his shoulders and pushed him
against a large tree. “What did you think? That we would go deep in the woods
where you could safely hide, where no one could ever see what we were doing?
This is far enough.”
There was more risk of being discovered,
this close to the edge of the woods. They would be out of sight, but not very
far.
this close to the edge of the woods. They would be out of sight, but not very
far.
Kelly didn’t care. The fear of being
caught was far milder than her fear of going deeper into the woods. Even now, a
chill had broken out on her skin, almost distracting her from her arousal.
caught was far milder than her fear of going deeper into the woods. Even now, a
chill had broken out on her skin, almost distracting her from her arousal.
Almost.
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