The Escort Series by Isabel Lucero

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Blurb

Living in Sin

 

Jace Jamison is every woman’s fantasy. He’s everything and anything you want him to be. He’s a highly paid escort.

 

Adrienne Miller works as an event planner, constantly working at numerous events, and always seeing a man she can only describe as a god-like creature. He’s devastatingly handsome, tall, and has beautiful blue eyes, but he’s always with a different woman.

 

After a few chance encounters with Jace, Adrienne’s best friend convinces her to just get some good sex out of him and not worry about who she’s seen him with.

 

What happens when she finds out that he isn’t dating these women because he wants to, but because he’s paid to? Will living in sin cost him what he never knew he wanted?

 

 

Unforgivable Sin

 

In book two of The Escort Series, Troy Thompson and Emilie Watson are finally admitting their feelings and thinking about giving a relationship a try. What happens, though, when being an escort in Sin City isn’t the only problem to worry about when starting a new relationship?

 

Someone from Troy’s past is back. Carla was the love of his life, his ex-fiancée, and the woman who committed what most consider an unforgivable sin. A sin that forced him to believe he’d never love or trust another woman again.

 

Is Carla back to heal old wounds and get closure, or is she back to do whatever’s necessary to be the only woman in Troy’s life, leaving Emilie to wonder if her and Troy’s connection is strong enough to withstand the return of his past?

 

 

Sins & Mistrust

 

Marc Edwards is a male escort in Sin City. He’s used to catering to his clients every fantasy, and also used to keeping parts of himself from the people closest to him.

 

He gains a client who’s unlike any other client he’s had. Nathalia LaBelle actually tries to get to know non-escort Marc. She wants to find out what it is he fantasizes about, and she’s not bothered by the nature of his job.

 

Has Marc found someone to open up to? Will Nathalia be able to handle what he desires? What he craves?

 

But what happens when Lincoln Cash, a man who has his own special relationship with Nathalia, comes into the picture with his own desires, rules, and sinful requests? Will they be able to get on the same page, or will mistrust run rampant and ruin everybody’s chances at getting what they want?

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Excerpt

Lincoln

Around four-thirty, about three hours after Marc left, I give him a call in his room. As much as he’s driving me fucking crazy, he’s also driving me crazy in a completely different way. I need to see if he still wants to go out tonight. I’ve talked to Thalia through sporadic text messages, and she seems to think she’ll be getting off later than she wanted to.

“Hello?” Marc’s voice filters through the phone.

“Marc, it’s Lincoln.”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“My fucking cock still,” I laugh.

His laughter joins mine. “That’s too bad.”

“Mmhmm. Anyway, I was just wondering if you wanted to go out tonight.”

“What do you have in mind?”

“I know a couple of bars around here.”

“Okay. Just let me know when to meet you downstairs. Nathalia won’t be off work until way later.”

“I know. She said she may be able to meet us later.”

“Well, great. When should I meet you in the lobby?”

“How does seven sound?”

 

“Sounds good.”

“Okay, see you then.”

“Yep. Bye, Lincoln.”

“Bye, Marc.”

Goddammit. What is about the way he says my name

that drives me fucking crazy? Seven o’clock won’t come soon enough.

I decide to text Nathalia once more.

 

Me: Hey, can you talk?

 

Thalia: Yeah, give me a minute.

 

A few minutes later my phone rings. “Hey,” I answer.

“Hey, what’s going on?”

“I didn’t interrupt anything important, did I?”

“No. I’m just making calls right now. I have to back to the conference room later. So, what’s going on? Tell me how your date with Marc went.”

The glee in her tone lets me know she’s already talked

to Marc.

“It wasn’t a date, for one. For two, Marc isn’t very nice.”

She bursts into laughter. “Marc is one of the nicest

guys I’ve met. What are you talking about?”

“He fucks my mind up!”

“How so?” she asks, still giggling.

“I know he wants me. He knows I want him. You know I can’t keep that shit to myself. So, when he decides to tease me and then not allow me to touch him or kiss him, it fucks me up.”

“I hear you teased him first. In the elevator?”

“That was nothing,” I scoff.

“All you have to do is say please. Maybe even a pretty please,” she says, snickering.

“I’m glad you find this amusing. My cock does not.”

“Aww. Your poor little cock.”

“My cock is anything but little.”

“Well, I wouldn’t know.”

“You know I’ll show you.”

“Yeah, but I only want to see if I can do something with it.”

“Exactly!” I exclaim. “Yet, Marc pulls his out in front

of me and I’m only allowed to look.”

“I’ve done plenty with his cock, but then again, I’m not opposed to begging.”

“You’re no help, you know that?”

“I can help you with your not-so-little problem,” she breathes huskily into the phone.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mmhhmm.”

“What are you going to do?”

“Anything you want me to.”

“I want you to play with yourself.”

“Right now?” she squeaks.

“Yes, right now. I want you to turn yourself on, but don’t come.”

“How does this help you?”

“Because you’ll feel the same way I do right now, and then you’ll help me convince Marc to give us both what we want. You can have his dick in your mouth while I eat your pussy until you come in my mouth. After that you can watch as I take Marc deep into my mouth.”

I hear her moan on the other end, and I can tell she’s

getting turned on just thinking about it.

“Are you touching yourself yet, Thalia?”

 

“Mmm, yes. Keep talking.”

“While I suck Marc’s thick cock into my mouth, you can straddle his face while he fucks you with his tongue. Once he’s brought you to the cusp of orgasm, he’ll lay you down and slide his dick into your dripping wet pussy. Once he’s made you come, we’ll switch positions again but this time you’ll watch as I lick Marc’s ass, getting him ready to feel me slide inside. Do you like that, Thalia?” I ask in a husky tone, getting turned on myself.

“Yes, Lincoln. I love it. I want to watch you two.

Mmm.”

“How wet are you?”

“So wet, Lincoln. I’m so wet.”

“Stop touching yourself.”

“Mmm,” she moans.

“Nathalia, stop!” I demand.

“Fuck, Linc. I’m so turned on right now.”

“I know. Welcome to the club. Will you help me tonight?”

“Yes,” she pants.

“Good girl. I’ll talk to you later. Marc and I will be out tonight, but you meet up with us when you can. Just text me and I’ll tell you where to go.”

“Okay. Fuck. I have to go freshen up. Thanks.”

“You’re welcome,” I say with a grin.

 

 

At seven o’clock, I’m in the lobby waiting for Marc to show up. I’ve put on a pair of navy-colored slacks, a light blue button up shirt with a navy blue blazer over it. A few minutes later as I’m sitting in one of the chairs, reading a magazine, I glance up and catch sight of Marc coming around the corner. He looks fantastic.

 

He’s wearing a white, long-sleeved shirt that’s snug around his muscles, and a grayish-blue vest, left open. His hair looks soft, like he just ran his hand through it and it stayed perfectly in place.

“Hey. Sorry if I kept you waiting.”

“No, it’s okay. I haven’t been here long.”

Standing up, I drop the magazine to the table and then we both head for the front doors.

“So, where we going?” he asks.

“To this place a couple blocks away. I figure we can take one of these cabs that’s out here.”

“Okay.”

The short cab ride is once again filled with this raw, sexual energy. We clearly can’t be alone in small places.

The cab pulls up in front of the lounge, the place encased in black brick, giving off an old-timey feel. The windows are crystal clear and you can see the patrons milling about on the inside. Some sitting to eat, others standing around with drinks in their hands.

“This looks nice,” Marc notes.

“Yeah, I figured we could eat here as well.”

Once inside, we find a small table in the corner and as soon as we sit down, a waitress is there ready to take our order.

“Evening, gentlemen. Can I get anything for you?”

Her dark brown eyes shift back and forth between Marc and myself, and the smile never leaves her face.

“I’ll take a Crown and Coke,” Marc answers with a smile.

“And I’ll have your best whiskey, neat, with some water, please.” I look to Marc. “Did you want some food? Seafood sampler or just some chips?”

“Let’s go with the sampler,” he says, speaking to the waitress.

“Okay, great. I’ll be back soon,” she chirps before turning and walking away, her curvaceous hips swaying back and forth.

Marc must have caught me watching her walk away. “See something you like?” he asks with a grin.

I look over the bulging muscles in his arms, and then back to his soft, perfect lips, and finally to his baby blue eyes. “Yes, I do.”

He lifts a single brow but doesn’t retort, to my disappointment. I decide to try to bait him.

“Did you think about me earlier today? You know, after you left me with a raging hard-on?”

“I may have thought about you, but not in the way you’re thinking.”

“And what way am I thinking?”

“You’re thinking I went back to the room and jacked off while thinking about you. I didn’t.”

“Because you’re so sure you’re going to get off with Thalia tonight?”

“Yes, I’m quite sure, actually,” he responds with a smirk.

“I wouldn’t be so sure if I were you.”

“Why’s that?” he asks, his brows pinching together.

“She wants you and me to be together as much as I do. As much as you do, even though you won’t admit it.

She wants to watch,” I say, my voice throaty and deep.

“Here we are,” the waitress announces, bringing us our order and killing the mood. “You guys okay over here?” she asks politely.

“Yes, I think we’re good for now. Thank you,” I say with a smile.

When she leaves, I pin my eyes on Marc and wait to see if he’s going to say anything in response to what I said.

A devious smile plays on his lips.

“You two can’t plot against me. I already know I can get Nathalia to give in to me. She won’t last long with this little plan you think you have. If I wanted to fuck her across this table, she’d let me, and you’d be the one left watching.”

“Why are you denying yourself the pleasure of being with me?” I ask with a cocky grin.

“It’s not about denying myself anything. It’s now about getting you to do something you say you don’t do. I’m confident I can get you to ask me for whatever it is you want, and now I have to follow that through. It’s not like I’m asking you to get on your hands and knees and beg.” He pauses and leans forward. “Unless you want to be on your knees.”

“So, now I’m denying us both, is that it?”

“Exactly,” he says, and then takes a drink. Leaning in closer to me he says, “Lincoln, do you want my cock in your mouth?” I lean forward, our faces getting closer. “Hmm?” he asks.

“Yes.” My voice comes out in a whisper.

His hand touches my knee under the table and goes up my thigh. “Do you want my mouth all over you?”

I close my eyes briefly as his fingers spread out over my thigh. My cock grows harder in my pants. When I open my eyes, his blue eyes look like they’ve darkened, and I know he’s turned on as well.

“I want it all, Marc.”

“Ask me for it,” he demands in a voice thick with lust.

“Sorry to interrupt,”   the waitress voice breaks through, causing us to pull apart.

She looks embarrassed, her cheeks flushed red. “I’m sorry,” she repeats. “I just wanted to see if you needed a refill or anything.”

“We’re fine, thank you,” Marc replies politely, plastering a charming fucking smile on his face. Damn me for being jealous of the woman on the receiving side of it.

“You sure?” she asks with a smile.

“Yes, thank you, sweetheart,” Marc answers with a wink.

“Well, aren’t you the flirt?” I declare as soon as she’s out of ear shot.

“Jealous?” he asks with a lopsided grin.

I narrow my eyes at him and then go back to my food. He has no idea how close I came to asking him to give me everything he was saying to me. That perky waitress ruined it when she showed up. We eat in silence and then the waitress comes back to take the food and plates away. She doesn’t forget to smile and flirt with Marc while here. I don’t know why I’m feeling so pissed about that.

“How would Thalia feel if she knew you were flirting with the waitress tonight?”

“I think she would be fine with it. I’m just being polite, something you clearly aren’t good at doing.” He takes a drink and then looks right back at me. “I think you’re worried that the waitress probably has a better chance of sleeping with me tonight than you do.”

I huff. “You wouldn’t do that.”

He just shrugs. I know he’s just trying to fuck with my head, but dammit if it’s not working.

“You know the way to keep me here with you,” he says before catching the eye of the waitress and giving her another smile and wink. She ducks her head with a smile and heads to the bar. “I’ll be back.”

I watch him as he saunters towards the bar…and the waitress. I growl and run my hand through my hair as I watch him approach her. Taking a huge swallow of my whiskey, I adjust my body to get a better view of them.

She looks surprised to see him, and then he must say something, because she begins to laugh. Her hand lands on his shoulder and Marc looks back at me and winks. Turning his attention back to the waitress, he pulls his phone out and they both look down at it. Is he getting her number?

The waitress looks back at me, no smile visible on her face. She and Marc talk some more, and then they take a picture together with his phone. What the fuck is this? He stays facing me, but he’s messing with his phone and not noticing my angry demeanor. Maybe it’s jealous demeanor. Same thing.

He leans in and kisses her cheek before returning to the table.

“What the fuck was that?” I demand.

“What?” he feigns confusion.

“You know what I’m talking about. The laughing, flirting, exchanging numbers, and taking pictures. What’s that about? Are you seriously thinking of picking up a woman while you’re staying with another?” My body vibrates with anger.

“You can stop it from happening,” he says. “If you really want to.”

“I’m too pissed to want to ask you for anything,” I growl.

“Well, fine.”

He stands up and gestures to the waitress, who starts walking towards us. Marc meets her halfway, gives her money for our drinks and food   and then whispers something in her ear. She giggles and looks at me briefly.

“Have a good night!” she calls to him.

I storm out into the night air and Marc is right behind me. Instead of standing in front of the building, waiting for a cab, he starts walking down the street.

“Hey! Where are you going?” I yell out.

He doesn’t answer. I quicken my pace and catch up to him, but he doesn’t even bother looking at me.

“I said, where are you going?”

“I’m going back to my room,” he grumbles. “I don’t need you to walk with me. I’m a big boy.”

This man is so frustrating!

“Are you going to let Thalia know that she doesn’t need to meet us anymore, or will you be too busy with the waitress?”

Marc turns quickly and faces me. His face is tense and angry. What the fuck does he have to be angry about? He looks around and then pulls me by my lapels to this dark alcove in a building that isn’t open. Pushing me up against the brick wall, he puts his face inches from mine.

“I’m not fucking the waitress. Nathalia knows where I am, and where I will be tonight. So, why don’t you stop acting like some sort of jealous boyfriend? You and Nathalia aren’t together, and never have been. You aren’t with me, and never will be. It shouldn’t matter to you who I am or am not planning on fucking tonight. It’s not going to be you.”

I don’t know if it’s his anger, his passion, the look in his eyes, or the way he pushed me against the wall, but my dick hardens and I want him more now than I think I ever have. A plan comes to me.

“You’re both right and wrong,” I say.

His brows furrow, and he looks even more annoyed. “What the fuck are you talking about?” he demands.

“You’re right, you won’t be fucking the waitress tonight, but you’re wrong about not fucking me. You will be,” I say as I pull his lower half into my own.

“No. I won’t,” he says through gritted teeth.

“You will,” I say with a smirk. “Marc,” I breathe, bringing our mouths closer together. “Kiss me.”

Our lips are a hair’s breadth away. I can tell he’s struggling with himself, but I choose to make it easier for him. I can’t do this anymore. I need him. I want him, and at this point I’ll do whatever’s necessary to make sure it happens.

“Please,” I pant out, my lips brushing against his as I speak the one word he’s been waiting to hear.

Without warning his mouth crushes against mine. His tongue parts my lips and delves deep into my mouth. Nothing about this kiss is soft and sweet, and I’m glad it’s not. I’m finding that I prefer him angry, forceful, and rough. He pins me to the wall with his hips, both of our dicks growing in length and thickness as they’re pushed together. My fingers run through his soft hair and pull. A hiss escapes his mouth and then his hand is on the side of my face, his fingers on the back of my head, and his thumb lying across my jawline. He pulls me closer to his mouth, and then sucks my bottom lip into his mouth and bites down.

A growl is ripped from my throat as I push back and have him   up   against   the other side   of the alcove.   I

barricade him between my arms, but his hand comes up and pulls my hair hard enough to expose my neck to him. His tongue licks my heated flesh from my Adam’s apple to my ear. He gives me another small bite below my lobe, and it sends chills down my body.

Our mouths connect again, and I suck his tongue into my mouth, eliciting a groan from his throat. He pulls back, but just as quickly sticks his tongue back into my mouth, massaging my tongue with his. Marc places both hands on the sides of my face, making sure there’s no way I can get away from him. My hands go to his back, feeling every muscled ridge, and I pull him closer to my body.

We’re a mass of grunts, groans, and hisses. Our hands are never off of each other. We bite, suck, and lick each other’s necks, lips, and tongues. Anywhere Marc touches me sets me on fire. My cock throbs in my pants, ready to be freed.

This kiss tops any kiss I’ve ever had. I know without a doubt that messing with this man is going to ruin me. I’ve never anticipated being ruined until now.

He forces himself away from me and stares deep in my eyes.

“Tomorrow.”

There’s never been so much promise, possibilities, and hunger put into one word.

He turns on his heel and leaves.

 

 

About the Author

isabel lucero bioIsabel Lucero is the author of the romantic suspense novel The Secrets That We Keep and the bestselling erotic romance books Living in Sin, Unforgivable Sin, and Sins & Mistrust; books one, two, and three in The Escort Series.

 

She was born in a small town in New Mexico and was lucky enough to escape and travel the world thanks to her husband’s career in the Air Force. She’s been married for eleven years to the love of her life and Jr. High School sweetheart. Together they have two of the best and most beautiful kids in the world.

 

Isabel’s love for reading is anything but new, she’s been reading since before she was a teenager.

She’s a multi-genre author, tackling genres such as romantic suspense, erotic romance, crime drama, and contemporary romance.

 

She currently lives overseas and is constantly coming up with new book ideas, so keep an eye open for new stories coming your way. Isabel loves connecting with her readers and fans of books in general. You can find her on her personal website, Facebook, Twitter, and Instagram.

 

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