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His Wicked Games Boxed Set
By Ember Casey
Title: His Wicked Games Boxed Set
Author: Ember Casey
Categories: Contemporary Romance, Erotic Romance
Publisher: Ember Casey
Release Date: Oct. 25, 2013
Word Count/Length: 140,000 words (70,000 each book)
Two books in one! This boxed set includes HIS WICKED GAMES (His Wicked Games #1) and TRUTH OR DARE (His Wicked Games #2).
In HIS WICKED GAMES, Lily Frazer will do anything to save the Frazer Center for the Arts—even take on the infamous billionaire Calder Cunningham. When Lily breaks onto the Cunningham estate, she only wants to find and reason with Calder. (All right, all right, she wants to punch him in the face, too, but that’s Plan B.) As it turns out, the arrogant billionaire is willing to give her the money he promised, but there’s a catch: she must win it from him.
And the games he has in mind aren’t exactly… innocent.
In the sequel, TRUTH OR DARE, Lily and Calder decide to take their relationship to the next level. But love in the real world isn’t all fun and games—especially when it becomes clear that Calder still harbors his share of secrets.
When Calder suggests they hold off on sex for a while, Lily makes him a proposal he can’t refuse: an ongoing match of Truth or Dare that she hopes will bring them closer together both physically and emotionally.
But as the contest increases in intensity, so do the stakes, and suddenly Lily and Calder have to face the question they’ve both been avoiding: what sort of relationship do they have when they strip away all the games?
“Fine,” I say. “Then why don’t we make another bet? Double or nothing.”
His eyes flash. He’s intrigued.
“What did you have in mind?” he says.
Honestly, I don’t know. But I’m not about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers. I glance around, desperate for ideas, but I can’t even begin to think of the options in a house like this. Should I challenge him to another splash fight on the roof? Suggest a round of pool or darts in the game room?
Something he mentioned in passing during our tour pops into my mind.
“You said you used to play hide and seek with your sister?”
He raises an eyebrow. “Are you suggesting we bet on a game of hide and seek?”
In reality I have no idea what I’m suggesting. But Calder seems excited by the idea, so I decide to push it a little further.
“Perhaps,” I say, making a show of glancing around. “It’s fitting for a stormy day like today.”
“Am I to be the one to hide or seek in this scenario of yours?” he says, drawing near me again.
I don’t know what to say. He has the advantage either way. On the one hand, if he hid, then I—
What the hell am I thinking? How old am I—six?
“Forget it,” I say, shaking my head. “It’s a stupid idea.”
He moves toward me, and suddenly the wall’s at my back. Calder leans over me.
“It’s not stupid at all. In fact, I like the idea very, very much.”
“That’s just because you know all the good hiding spots,” I say lightly, trying to make a joke of it. I don’t trust the way my heart is beating. I don’t trust myself when he’s so close.
He chuckles and props a hand on the wall beside my head, closing me in.
“We can bend the rules easily enough,” he says. “Make it a little more even for you.”
I look up at him through my lashes. “And how, exactly, do you suggest we do that?”
His eyes darken as they hold my own.
“I’ll give you a massive head start,” he says with a wicked smile.
“That’s not an advantage. That should be a standard rule in a house this size. It probably takes half an hour to walk from one side to the other.” I frown up at him. “And who’s to say that I’ll be the one hiding?”
“As you pointed out, I know all the good spots already,” he says. “Besides, I rather like the idea of chasing you down. It’s very… primal, isn’t it?”
The way he says that sends a shiver down my spine.
“You still have the advantage,” I say.
He considers this for a moment, and I can’t help but notice the way his pulse beats in his throat. He’s thrilled by our little game, and the knowledge of this sends an echoing response through my own body.
“How about this,” he says. “I’ll give you a ten minute head start. After that, we’ll set a definitive time limit—say, an hour. You said yourself that it will probably take thirty minutes to walk from one side of this place to the other. I may have a more thorough knowledge of this house than you do, but I certainly can’t search every room in an hour. That should make things even.”
It’s a start, at least.
“Who will keep the time?” I ask.
“We’ll set the alarms on our phones.” He whips his phone out of his pocket and pulls up the clock function. I fish my own cell out of my bag of muddy clothes and follow his lead.
But when I look at him again, he’s frowning.
“I didn’t realize what time it was,” he says. He glances up. “I’m sorry, Lily, but I have to make a few calls.”
“Oh. Okay.” I tell myself the little dip in my belly isn’t disappointment.
He raises his hand to my cheek.
“After that,” he says, brushing his thumb across my lips, “then you bet your sweet little ass that I mean to hunt you down and claim my prize.”
“We did say double or nothing,” he says, a dark gleam in his eye. “I think it’s only fair with stakes this high that I get something for catching you.”
I’m almost afraid to ask the question. “What do you want?”
He leans toward me, and for a breathless moment I think he’s going to kiss me, but he stops just shy of my lips.
“If I win,” he murmurs, “then you’re mine. All night.”
My heart stutters in my chest. “Yours?”
“At my mercy,” he breathes. He runs a single finger down my neck.
“Should I be afraid?” I ask him.
An eager smile stretches across his lips. “Very.”
Author Bio:Ember Casey is a twenty-something writer who lives in Atlanta, Georgia in a den of iniquity (or so she likes to tell people). When she’s not writing steamy romances, you can find her whipping up baked goods (usually of the chocolate variety), traveling (her bucket list is infinite), or generally causing trouble (because somebody has to do it).
Twitter: https://twitter.com/EmberCasey (@EmberCasey)