The Game Maker
Pages: 180
|Published: 15 Jul 2020
Description
I’m starting to want them both, not just my protector. . . the villain as well.
After an eviction notice and one too many apple martinis, I wake, stripped bare and alone in a cell.
No, wait, not alone. My evil garbage fire ex, Andrew, who suggested he’d let me stay with him "for a price" is here, too.
He’s the whole reason I lost my job.
My head is throbbing, my vision fuzzy.
"Andrew, you piece of. . . what are you doing? "
"Who's Andrew? "
My blood runs cold. That's not Andrew's voice. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
As my vision clears, the heart-stoppingly beautiful monster comes into view. He is definitely not Andrew.
And just when I think I'm locked in a cell with my captor, a second male voice comes through a speaker: our actual captor. He has a game he insists we will play. . . all for his brutal twisted amusement.
And if we please him, maybe he’ll let us live.
This is a dark captive menage romance standalone.
After an eviction notice and one too many apple martinis, I wake, stripped bare and alone in a cell.
No, wait, not alone. My evil garbage fire ex, Andrew, who suggested he’d let me stay with him "for a price" is here, too.
He’s the whole reason I lost my job.
My head is throbbing, my vision fuzzy.
"Andrew, you piece of. . . what are you doing? "
"Who's Andrew? "
My blood runs cold. That's not Andrew's voice. Oh god. Oh god. Oh god.
As my vision clears, the heart-stoppingly beautiful monster comes into view. He is definitely not Andrew.
And just when I think I'm locked in a cell with my captor, a second male voice comes through a speaker: our actual captor. He has a game he insists we will play. . . all for his brutal twisted amusement.
And if we please him, maybe he’ll let us live.
This is a dark captive menage romance standalone.
