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Wednesday, November 20, 2013


His Wicked Games Boxed Set
Ember Casey

Title:  His Wicked Games Boxed Set

Author:  Ember Casey

Genres:  Romance

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?


"I know you haven't had many chances to visit the Center," I say, sliding my finger across the edge of my glass, "but I really think if you came by you'd see how much work we do for the community, and how much your family's contributions mean for our programs."

I glance up to find Calder staring at me, his fork frozen halfway between his plate and his mouth. He lowers it again slowly, his eyes still locked on me, and I squirm in my seat.

"Not yet," he says, taking up his wineglass.

I stare at him, confused. "What?"

"It's not time to discuss it yet." He takes a sip of his wine. "I think we should enjoy our dinner first."

I frown. "We had an agreement."

"We still do. You sit through dinner with me, and I sit through your speech about your little Center." He leans toward me, his eyes intent on mine. "Trust me, Ms. Frazer, I always keep my word."

"I'm not sure I do trust you, Mr. Cunningham," I say.

His hand slides toward mine on the table, and his finger brushes against the back of my palm. It sends a tiny shiver of heat up my arm.

Calder smiles, his eyes dancing wickedly. "You should, Ms. Frazer. Believe me, I think you would enjoy the experience very much."

I snatch my hand away from him.

"I'm not going to fall for that,” I say. "I’m not one of your little supermodels. I'm here for the Center, that's all."

I can tell from the way the corner of his mouth curls up that he doesn't believe me. This guy isn't used to women resisting his charms.

"I broke onto your property," I remind him. "And I dripped mud all over your precious house. Besides, I don’t think I’m your type, anyway."

"You don't think I can admire a woman with a little spirit? I told you before, Ms. Frazer, I admire your tenacity. And a few of your other assets, truth be told."

"You didn't seem particularly admiring when you were threatening to call the cops on me," I counter. "If you think you can make me forget about why I'm here, that I'll just throw over the Center for the chance to sleep with you or something, you're an idiot."

Humor dances in his eyes. "I never suggested that. I've already made it clear that I'm attracted to you, and it's quite obvious that you're attracted to me as well. I'm just saying that I don't see why you can't have it both ways. Or, come to think of it, why I can't have you a few dozen ways in the meantime."

"You're disgusting," I say, standing up and throwing my napkin down on the table. "This is serious. The Frazer Center has done remarkable things for this community and its people—more things than you'll ever appreciate or, dare I say it, do yourself, despite all your money or your fucking talking closets and fancy ceilings. If you refuse to talk about it… if you're just going to be ridiculous and crude, then fine. I won't waste any more of your time." I turn and storm toward the door.

"You can't leave," Calder says calmly after me.

"Watch me."

"No," he says, just as my hand reaches the doorknob. "I mean it's actually impossible for you to leave. Do you remember crossing the river on your way out here? The road between here and Barberville floods whenever there's heavy rain. With a storm like this, it's probably under three feet of water by now."

My blood goes completely cold. I freeze, my fingers closed around the doorknob.

"You're lying."

"I'm afraid not," he says, still as calm as ever. He raises his wineglass to his lips and takes another sip. "I'm afraid, Ms. Frazer, whether you like it or not, you'll be staying here with me tonight."

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).

Author Links:

Website: http://embercasey.blogspot.com

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5 e-copies of boxed set + $10 gift card to Amazon

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