The Game: The Secret Library - Softcover

Adams, Antonia

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Synopsis

TThe Secret Library Collection is brought to you by Xcite Books, ETO Best Book Brand of the Year 2010, 2011, 2012 and 2013. The Secret Library is praised for its discreet covers, sensual plot lines and gorgeous alpha males. In this edition, three carefully selected novellas grace it's pages, to make you fall in love with erotica all over again. But Shhh! It's a secret! The Game – Jeff Cott The Game is the story of Ellie’s bid to change from sexy, biddable housewife to dominant goddess. As a happily married couple, Ellie and Jake hope to spice things up with a bedroom game of submission, domination and bondage. Jake is immensely strong and loving and has seemingly endless sexual stamina, a prime alpha male. May the Game commence. One of Us – Antonia Adams One of Us is the indulgent story of successful artist, and recently divorced, Natalie Crane and her path to back to sexual liberation. Midway through a summer exhibition, Will Falcon strolls tantalisingly into her life. Natalie is captivated; he is everything she is not: free, impulsive and seemingly with no thought for the future. He introduces her to Dorset’s beautiful coves and stunning countryside and their time together is magical. But when her nude self-portrait is stolen, and Will disappears, it seems Natalie is alone again... Taste It – Sommer Marsden The tale of Jill and Cole, competing for the title of Best Chef in a heated televised contest. With Cole's strapping biceps distracting her, Jill finds the competition is hotting up. When fate puts her in his shower and then his chivalrous nature puts her in his borrowed clothes, there’s no way to deny the natural heat between them.

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About the Author

Antonia Adams is a well-known and experienced author and editor of romantic and erotic fiction

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'If you'll open your grocery sacks you'll see that the mystery ingredient is ...'

Jill Calvert opened her bright green plastic sack to find a lone bottle sitting at the bottom.

'Cardamom!' Kat Stephens, the announcer for Best Chef, crowed cheerfully.

Cardamom. What the fuck am I supposed to do with cardamom?

Jill’s eyes shot to Cole who was grinning like an idiot. Like an idiot? He was an idiot ... or so she wanted to think. She couldn't like him. He was her only true competition in this cooking game. She'd known coming in that the only person she really had to focus on beating was Cole Roberts, the chef at Twisted Squid, a swanky restaurant a mere hour from her Baltimore based Lime.

He waggled his eyebrow at her and she fought the urge to throw her small glass bottle at him. He was roughly six foot six so it was doubtful such a small projectile would do any good, but still. It was an urge.

'You have forty-five minutes, Chefs, to wow us with your dish. Your time begins now!' Kat crowed.

Jill had to force herself not to focus on the damn cameras. They still freaked her out even though Best Chef was in its final week of competition. There were only four of them left, hence a super difficult secret ingredient. A spice. Nothing more, nothing less.

Freaking spice. And you just know Mr Fantastic Glasses over there is going to whip up something to wow the judges and ...

Jill cut herself off in mid-thought and ran to the pantry. Immediately she grabbed rice and set a pot of water to boil. Thank God for industrial burners and the quick boil. Jill dropped her rice and raced back for milk and cinnamon, some beautiful peaches she peeled and macerated in sugar.

It was all a blur. Forty-five minutes was nothing at all and all along her own journey of cooking a killer sweet rice pudding with peaches and cardamom she had to worry about ... him.

Jill glanced up at Cole and he had the nerve ... the gall ... the balls! to wink at her and smile.

Something in her stomach sizzled and dipped and it had very little to do with stress or food.

'Don't think about that ... man. And his glasses. And his muscles ...' she whispered. Then remembering the mic pack on her back and the fact that it had possibly just picked up her ramble, she blushed hotly. The heat in her face had nothing to do with the insanely hot TV cameras.

'Sorry, Jill, what was that?' Kat Stephens cooed for the camera.

'Nothing.'

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