Synopsis
When playboy businessman Jonas Faraday receives a private
note from the anonymous intake agent assigned to process his online application
to an exclusive sex club, he becomes obsessed with finding her and giving her
the sexual satisfaction she claims has always eluded her, in order to fulfill
his own desperate need for redemption.
Sarah : When I read Jonas Faraday’s brutally honest personal
message on his application to The Club, I practically climaxed at my desk. I’m
an idiot to risk losing my job but I couldn't resist contacting him. I knew my
confession would be like dangling an irresistible carrot in front of his
nose—but never in a million years did I think he’d actually hunt me down.
Jonas : I was shocked to get my intake agent’s email—I’d
attached that note to my application on a whim, never expecting a reply from an
actual person, let alone a reply as mind blowing as that. Her message was so
alluring, so irresistible, I’ve been spiraling into a full-blown obsession ever
since I got it. What’s her name? What does she look like? Finding her is my top
priority.
In The Club , what starts out as an innocent exploration of
sexual attraction quickly spirals into a steamy story of unbridled passion,
obsession, heartbreak, and, ultimately, redemption.
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Excerpt
“My Beautiful Intake Agent,” I write.
I stare at the screen, my fingers resting on my keyboard.
What do I want to say? Do I really want to say I want to
fuck her, sight unseen? What if it turns out she’s not at all physically
attractive to me? What if she’s a great-grandmother or something?
Fuck it. I can’t think like that. She’s hot. I know she is.
I’ve got a sixth sense about these things. And I can’t worry about scaring her
off. I just have to tell her the truth. It worked the first time. I have to
believe it’ll work again.
I lay my fingers on my keyboard again.
“The only thing
bigger than my raging God complex right now is my raging hard-on for you,” I
type, making myself smirk. “Your email made me hard from the minute it hit my
inbox to the moment I stopped reading it for the twentieth time and jacking off
to it fifteen minutes ago. Thank you for your brutal honesty. And, of course,
for telling me your delicious secret, too. Yes, indeed, you’re Mount Everest,
my dear—and you must know what kind of allure you therefore present to a passionate
climber like me.
“You’re driving me fucking crazy, you know. (Of course, you
do—and you like it.) I’m a man who needs to be in control, a fact that probably
hasn’t escaped your notice, and in this bizarre but delectable situation,
you’re the one holding all the cards right now. This is an upside-down
distribution of power for a man saddled with a raging God complex, as I’m sure
you can appreciate. But for some reason, I’m enjoying the torture.
“You know everything about me, and I know nothing about you—well,
wait, that’s not completely true. I know what I need to know. You’re smart. And
sexy as hell. And not afraid to kick my ass with some seriously brutal honesty
of your own.
“I want to know everything about you. But let’s start with
your name. And where I can find you.”
About the Author
Lauren Rowe is the pen name of an author and
singer-songwriter who decided to use an alter ego in writing THE CLUB TRILOGY
to ensure she didn't hold back in writing the story. (And she didn't.) Lauren
lives in San Diego, California where she performs with her band, writes, and
hangs out with her family and friends.
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