Title: Hour by Hour (Round 2 of the Games & Diversion series)
Author: Natalie E. Wyre
Genre: Erotic Mystery/Contemporary Romance
Release: December 1, 2015
STEP BY STEP Blurb:
I’ve simplified my life into a three-part process:
I binge—I fuck—I come…until I come to my senses.
That’s what my world has been ever since she came into my life.
And I was perfectly content with it staying that way…
Until I actually met her.
My best friend’s soon to be sister-in-law.
Enemies before we’d ever laid eyes on each other, we were a match made in Hell—a cautionary tale of how not to get along.
But when the spark between us sets our passions ablaze, how do we prevent the unexpected matches from turning our flame into an inferno?
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My head says, “Fuck him.”
My clitoris says, “Go ahead!”
I gave in to him, submitted myself to our fiery passion… and it blew up in my face.
I can’t afford to do this again—not when he holds all the cards. Not when he makes all the rules.
He’s lured me into a game—a game I’ve never played.
A dangerous one.
And if I raise the stakes and place another bet on him, will he burn me again?
“Lukas!” I call out. My voice stops him in his tracks.
He tears his way out of Foxx’s office when all conversation stops, but as soon as he hits the hallway, I’m on his heels.
His muscular back is tense beneath his black sweater. I settle behind him and he waits…
The rest of the people in the room begin to file out behind us.
Chris breezes by us without looking. Foxx glares over. Ana winks.
Lukas and I wait until everyone passes us before saying anything else to each other.
Their scrutiny makes me self-conscious. I keep my voice low even though everyone is gone.
“Lukas,” I whisper. “What the hell is going on?”
“You know… you can call me Griff the way everyone else does.” He doesn’t turn. “What do you mean?”
I shift impatiently on my feet. “Come on… don’t play dumb with me. By the performance that I just saw in there, it’s very clear that you’re not.”
“And it wasn’t clear before?”
I don’t answer.
It wasn’t clear before. In fact, it suited me to think that maybe he was. It made him easier to walk away from…
“I saw the look in your eyes in that office. You know more than you’re letting on. I don’t know why it wasn’t obvious to everyone else, but it certainly was to me.”
“I was concerned about the hack. Just like everybody else was.”
“You’re not like everyone else.”
He shifts his weight and I watch the muscles at his shoulders nearly bristle. He’s like a cat… no, like a lion or tiger—fraught with tension, on the cusp of striking out.
I swallow thickly.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Elena,” he says. “I belong in the same category as everyone else. I’m just a regular worker bee trying to protect the hive—like Chris or Foxx.”
I scoff on a laugh. “Regular is not a word that I’d use to describe you.”
He hesitates. “How would you describe me?”
Intense. Complex. Extraordinary. I sigh. “I don’t know. Just… different.”
“Why don’t we talk another time?” He starts to walk away.
“Why don’t you just be honest?” I yell at his back.
He turns towards me. “Honest?”
“Yes! I’d like some honesty. You familiar with the word?”
His eyes darken menacingly, flashing an olive green and then returning to normal.
The party lights only add to his threatening nature. He’s more foreboding in the light than he was in the absolute dark.
He pulls up his sleeves.
“Ok, you want honesty?”
I pull my back straight, meeting his gaze. “Yeah, I do.”
He steps closer, nearly bringing us chest-to-chest.
He’s so close that I can feel the heat of him through the sweater he wears.
But I won’t back down. I don’t move an inch… though I have to squeeze my hands into fists to keep them from shaking.
He leans into me, his voice rumbling low.
“Alright,” he says. “Honestly?”
“I don’t want to talk to you.
“I’m trying to leave you alone… like you asked.
I’m trying not to talk to you. I’m trying not to touch you.
“Because if you keep standing there in that ‘come fuck me’ skirt, that’s exactly what I’m going to do.”
Natalie Wrye is a math geek by day, writer by night. She is a quirky, former Yankee living in Northwest Georgia with nothing but her Friends and Gilmore Girls reruns to keep her company. Natalie started writing nonsensical stories at the ripe age of 6; she hopes things have changed since then. She loves chocolate, cuddly things, and large libraries. Oh...and she thinks it's pretty cool to talk in 3rd person.
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