Today we have the release day blitz for Lenore Ashwood’s upcoming DISCIPLINED! Check it out and be sure to grab your copy today!
Autor: Lenore Ashwood
Genre: Contemporary Romance
$5,000 per “engagement”?!? At that price, Anya can stay in med school, her late grandmother’s only wish. Sex with strangers is still just sex. Right? Wealthy Cavendish Club partner, Dimi, is ready to move on from the affluent escort service he helped build. His lifelong business dream is ready, and he’s itching to pull the trigger. Then Anya shows up… She’s the key to the Cavendish owners’ ultimate plan—a deadly game of revenge against a powerful, evil man. Anya unlocks Dimi’s fierce protective nature. Instead of executing his business plan, he’s breaking every rule to keep her safe. Keep her close. She’s the bait and the stakes rise with every “engagement.” How long can he protect her? How long will she let him? Read Disciplined today! Find out if they’ll find a way to trust each other, or lose everything trying. Welcome to Cavendish Club, a secret playground for billionaires where science and technology combine to fulfill tailor-made sensual fantasies. It’s also the place where one woman will seek the ultimate revenge.
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Dimi looked down at Anya, who glanced from where Yuki had disappeared to the card in her hand. She turned it over to check the blank back side and then looked up at him. “That was interesting,” she said, a smile in her words but not on her face. He liked her. He made it a policy to not have any feelings about the consultants, clients, or his business partners. Feelings and emotions had always derailed his goals, so those were two things he kept on lockdown. But Anya… well. There were a few things he liked about her, the easiest being that she spoke Russian. He missed hearing it, and so he allowed himself one last treat, since he’d probably never have a reason to see her again. “Ty gotov idti?” he asked, stepping back and gesturing to the wall where a quicker exit to the parking lot was hidden. “Da, dumayu, mne luchshe uyti,” she responded, standing. They were simple words. Are you ready to go? And her reply, Yes, I guess I’d better. But they pleased him. The other thing he liked was her directness. She was smart, but she didn’t show it off with rambling statements or a complicated vocabulary. Other people told elaborate stories about why they joined Cavendish, as if justifying it to themselves, but she didn’t. She needed a job, she’d simply said. “Through here,” he said, pressing a panel on the far wall and watching her as she observed the hidden door recess and then disappear into the wall. A narrow hallway with white tile appeared as the fluorescents overhead came to life. She stepped inside without hesitation. Absurdly, that was the other thing he liked. Absurd, because he was wary of people who trusted quickly. She’d just met him, but she didn’t question him. Her slim body in her raincoat was maybe an inch taller than his shoulder. He could subdue her with one hand, yet she didn’t flinch when he stepped close to her, nor did she watch him warily. She’d looked him over head-to-toe in the driveway with those analytical eyes and told him to get in the car. Yes, he liked Anya Wilcott. Which gave him some relief that he wouldn’t see her again. “Here we are,” he said as he swiped his wrist near the gray box and pushed the door open to step outside. “There’s your car.” They were on the opposite side of the parking area, and he gestured to the black sports car that remained the lone vehicle on the far side of the gravel expanse. “Thank you, St-Pierre. I guess we won’t meet again,” she replied, looking back down at the card she held. “Probably not. Good luck, Ms. Wilcott,” he said. “Dyakuyu I udachi, St-Pierre,” she told him in Ukrainian, giving him one more surprise. She’d recognized his subtle accent and responded in his native language. She inclined her head without any expression and climbed the steps to walk across the gravel, not even pulling up her hood as the rain fell.
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