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ADDICTED

An Ellora’s Cave Publication, June 2005

Ellora’s Cave Publishing, Inc.

1337 Commerce Drive, #13

Stow, OH 44224

ISBN MS Reader (LIT) ISBN # 1-4199-0242-3

Other available formats (no ISBNs are assigned):

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This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales

is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

Edited by Pamela Cohen .

Cover art by Syneca

Warning:

The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Addicted has been

rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-

rotic), and X (X-treme).

S- ensuous love scenes are explicit and leave nothing to the imagination.

E- rotic love scenes are explicit, leave nothing to the imagination, and are high in volume per the overall

word count. In addition, some E-rated titles might contain fantasy material that some readers find

objectionable, such as bondage, submission, same sex encounters, forced seductions, and so forth. E-rated

titles are the most graphic titles we carry; it is common, for instance, for an author to use words such as

“fucking”, “cock”, “pussy”, and such within their work of literature.

X- treme titles differ from E-rated titles only in plot premise and storyline execution. Unlike E-rated titles,

stories designated with the letter X tend to contain controversial subject matter not for the faint of heart.

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Lisa Renee Jones

Chapter One

Samantha Reynolds wanted to get laid.

The problem was her soon-to-be husband, David Alcoid, wasn’t who she had in

mind to do the laying. In truth, she had David’s interest in mind. Whatever this itch was

that consumed her, it needed to be scratched before she walked down the aisle.

Especially since sex with David wasn’t exactly stellar.

Music filled the air around her, mingling with the mumbling of her friends as they

settled into their evening of celebration at one of Austin’s hot spot, Club Q . Samantha

had dressed the part of wild city girl. Her black skirt was shorter than her usual style

and her velvet button-down vest cut too low for David’s tastes, but then that was half

the appeal in wearing the outfit. Nudging a lock of long, blonde hair behind her ear, she

reached for her drink.

Tonight was about naughty fun.

There were five friends in total, including her, involved in the evening’s agenda.

Already two of them were missing from their high table, whisked away by men before

they hardly sat down. Samantha liked that there were only a few women hanging

together. It was the perfect bachelorette party. Samantha hadn’t wanted a big, out of

control, crazy event with too many women and not enough men. Those kinds of parties

only led to catfights, bad attitudes and hurt feelings.

Sipping from her straw, she hit the empty point. She needed another drink.

Swiveling slightly in her chair, she wrapped her hand around her now empty glass. It

was drink two. She rarely passed one. The direction of her thoughts had her desperate

for a third. Was it so terrible of her to want one last orgasm not from the bedside

vibrator? Probably. Yes. It was. She was, after all, getting married. Bachelorette party is

not another term for get-laid-one-last-time-party. The night was to celebrate her

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marriage. To have fun with friends. Not mourn a future without great sex. If she went

home with some guy, everyone would look at her like she was scum.

But that didn’t stop her from wanting. From wishing.

She had one week from today to find peace with her upcoming marriage. One week

to come to terms with a life that would be happy in all ways but one. There would be no

passion. No big ‘O’.

It was a reality she thought she had dealt with. Acceptance had been complete

when that ring had been slipped on her finger. She’d seen what a relationship that

consumed from the inside out did to a person. It took control and became everything

you were. The need to be with the person, to feel their touch, to taste that unique flavor

of shared desire.

It was addictive.

And painful.

When David had proposed, her answer had been immediate. He was everything a

man was supposed to be to a woman. Dependable, handsome, a good businessman. He

was even her father’s protégé, working for the family law firm. And of course, her

father thought David walked on water. Everything was great. Wonderful. Terrific. Life

without great sex wouldn’t be so bad.

She’d get a new vibrator and find a good hiding place. The old one was getting

worn out. It would be a wedding gift from her to her.

Kelly, Samantha’s best friend, elbowed her. “Are you ready for some football,” she

sang the age-old theme song, and then pointed one long pink-tipped finger toward the

doorway. “Looks like we have several of the UT players here tonight.”

Samantha blinked, and eyed the three big linebacker-looking guys wearing jerseys

who had just made an entrance. “You mean those kids ? They are too young and too big

for me. Anyone who looks like they might squash me is a definitive no. Besides, how do

you know they are UT players, not fans?”

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