Dirtiest Secret by J. Kenner | EXCERPT REVEAL
Releasing APRIL 19, 2016.
From the New York
Times bestselling author of such “racy, sizzling Stark novels” (RT Book
Reviews) as Release Me and Say My Name comes the provocative first
Stark International Novel—the beginning of the S.I.N. series.
It was wrong for us to be together, but it was even harder to be apart.
The memory of Dallas Sykes burns inside of me.
Everyone knows him as a notorious playboy, a man for whom
women and money are no object. But to me, he’s still the one man I desperately
crave—yet the one I can never have.
Dallas knows me better than anyone else. We bear the same
scars, the same darkness in our past. I thought I could move on by staying
away, but now that we’re drawn together once more, I can’t fight the force of
our attraction or the temptation to make him mine.
We’ve tried to maintain control, not letting ourselves give
in to desire. And for so long we’ve told ourselves no—but now it’s finally time
to say yes.
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EXCERPT
Even by Southampton standards, the
party at the nine-thousand-square-foot mansion on Meadow Lane reeked of
extravagance.
Grammy Award–winning artists performed on an outdoor stage that had
been set up on the lush lawn that flowed from the main house to the tennis
courts. Celebrities hobnobbed with models who flirted with Wall Street tycoons
who discussed stock prices with tech gurus and old-money academics, all while
sampling fine scotch and the season’s chicest gin. Colored lights illuminated
the grotto style pool, upon which nude models floated lazily on air mattresses,
their bodies used by artisan sushi chefs as presentation platters for epicurean
delights.
Each female guest received a Hermès Birkin bag and each male
received a limited edition Hublot watch, and the exclamations of delight—from
both the men and the women—rivaled the boom of the fireworks that exploded over
Shinnecock Bay at precisely ten p.m.,
perfectly timed to distract the guests from the bustle of the staff switching
out the dinner buffet for the spread of desserts, coffee, and liqueurs.
No expense had been spared, no desire or craving or indulgence
overlooked. Nothing had been left to chance, and every person in attendance
agreed that the party was the Must Attend event of the season, if not of the
year. Hell, if not of the decade.
Everyone who was anyone was there, under the stars on the four acre
lot on Billionaires’ Row.
Everyone, that is, except the billionaire who was actually hosting
the party. And speculation as to where he was, what he was doing, and who he
was doing it with ripped through the well-liquored and gossip-hungry crowd like
wildfire in a windstorm.
“No idea where he could have disappeared off to, but I’d bet good
money he’s not pining away in solitude,” said a reed-thin man with
salt-and-pepper hair and an expression that suggested disapproval but was most
likely envy.
“I swear I came five times,” a perky blonde announced to her best
friend in the kind of stage whisper designed to attract attention. “The man’s a
master in bed.”
“He’s got a shrewd head for business, that one,” said a Wall Street
trader, “but no sense of propriety where his cock is concerned.”
“Oh, honey, no. He’s not relationship material.” A brunette
celebrating a recently inked modeling contract shivered as if reliving a moment
of ecstasy. “He’s like fine chocolate. Meant to be savored in very limited
quantities. But so damn good when you have it.”
“More power to him if he can grab that much pussy.” A hipster with
beard stubble and a man-bun wiped his wire-rimmed glasses clean with his
shirttail. “But why the fuck does he have to be so blatant about it?”
“All of my friends have had him.” The petite redhead who pulled in a
six figure wife bonus smiled slowly, and the flash of her green eyes suggested
that she was the cat and he was the delicious cream. “But I’m the only one of
us to enjoy a second helping.”
“All your friends?”
“How much pussy?”
“At least half the women here tonight. Maybe more.”
“Man, don’t even ask that. Just trust me. Dallas Sykes is the King
of Fuck. You and me? Mere mortals like us can’t even compare.”
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
J. Kenner (aka Julie Kenner) is the New York Times, USA
Today, Publishers Weekly, Wall Street Journal and #1 International bestselling
author of over seventy novels, novellas and short stories in a variety of
genres.
Though known primarily for her award-winning and
internationally bestselling erotic romances (including the Stark and Most
Wanted series) that have reached as high as #2 on the New York Times bestseller
list and #1 internationally, JK has been writing full time for over a decade in
a variety of genres including paranormal and contemporary romance,
"chicklit" suspense, urban fantasy, and paranormal mommy lit.
JK has been praised by Publishers Weekly as an author with a
"flair for dialogue and eccentric characterizations" and by RT
Bookclub for having "cornered the market on sinfully attractive, dominant
antiheroes and the women who swopn for him." A four time finalist for
Romance Writers of America's prestigious RITA award, JK took home the first
RITA trophy awarded in the category of erotic romance in 2014 for her novel,
Claim Me (book 2 of her Stark Trilogy).
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