My Thoughts
There is so much I loved about this book. Best application answers EVER. Sarah is an intake agent for The Club and her very first application is from Jonas. He is so passionate and transparent in his answers that she can't help but break the rules and contact him. She does so anonymously and they begin a conversation via email that doesn't just intrigue Jonas but causes him to be obsessed with finding her. He does find her and they can't fight their attraction to each other. Sarah changes everything for him and he does the same for her. During their time together they discover that there is more to The Club than just a dating service. Theirs is a story of passion that will have you fanning yourself as you read. I loved every page of it and can't wait for the next book in the series.
I give The Club 5 hearts!
I give The Club 5 hearts!
About the Book
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
“Haven’t you researched me?”
Her mouth twists. “For hours and hours.”
“Well, then, you already know the basics. Which means you’ve
got a distinct advantage over me. It’s only fair we talk about you for a
while.” I take a bite of the new appetizer. Again, the food is delicious.
“You want to know about my ‘passions and hobbies and my
beloved Maltese Kiki’?” She takes a long sip of her wine.
“Exactly.”
“Ah, but you see, I happen to know—unlike any other girl
who’d otherwise be sitting here right now under any other circumstance—that you
don’t give a crap about my precious Kiki—not even about her new rhinestone
jacket and tutu—because the only thing you’re thinking about is getting down
and dirty in the bathroom.”
I sigh. “You’re misquoting me. I never said I don’t give a
crap about your precious Kiki.”
“Well, okay—you didn’t say you don’t give a crap about her,
which is good, because she’s the apple of my eye—what you said is that when you
ask a woman about herself you’re actually thinking the whole time that you just
want to get down and dirty in the bathroom. Of course, you didn’t use the words
‘get down and dirty’—you used your all-time favorite word—but this is the
nicest restaurant I’ve ever been to in my whole life and I’m trying to act like
a fancy lady.”
I rub my eyes. “Oh my God, this is so fucked up,” I mutter.
She nods and picks up her wine goblet. “Hey, your words, not
mine.” She takes a dainty sip.
To my surprise, I laugh. Not too many people can make me
laugh—especially not at myself. I lean back in my chair. “Actually, I want to
know all about you—even about your Maltese Kiki, if you happen to have one.
Surprising, but true.”
“Let’s not go overboard. No one wants to hear about anyone’s
Maltese named Kiki.”
I laugh again. God, I want to take that green dress off her
and touch every square inch of her.
“So let me see if I understand this situation correctly. You
want to know about my hopes and dreams and passions (and my imaginary Maltese
Kiki), and you emphatically don’t want to get down and dirty with me in the
bathroom?” Her eyes are suddenly on fire as she picks up her wine glass again.
Oh, wow, my dick is at full attention. I can’t formulate a
verbal response. My heart’s clanging in my chest. I bite my lip. Oh shit,
suddenly, that’s all I want to do right now—fuck her in the bathroom. But
that’s exactly what I absolutely cannot do if we’re going to get off on the
right foot here.
When I don’t speak, she grins. “Oh, yes. Your brilliant
strategy.” She leans forward. “Well guess what? I don’t want strategic Jonas. I
want honest Jonas.” She licks her lips. “I like My Brutally Honest Mr.
Faraday.” She smiles slyly. “A lot.”
I’m so turned on
right now, I can’t think straight. I lean forward, too. I whisper, “Yes, I want
to fuck you—more than anything. But not tonight. And not in the fucking
bathroom. Because fucking you in the bathroom would be no different than what
we did on the phone yesterday—and I promised myself I’m not going to do that to
you again no matter what. When I finally do fuck you, Sarah—and, believe me,
fucking you is the highest priority in my entire life right now—I’m going to do
it right so that we both experience something we’ve never felt before.” My
erection strains inside my pants. “We’re going to wait and do it nice and slow
and right—and it’ll be worth the wait, I promise.” My brain is quite certain of
this entire speech, even if my hard-on begs to differ.
Her eyes are flickering, and I can’t tell if that’s because
of the candlelight, or because of something heating up inside her. “So that’s
your strategy? A slow burn? Making me wait? Making it worth the wait?”
My nostrils are flaring. “In a nutshell.” I can’t read her
expression. “What are you thinking right now?” I ask.
She takes a bite of food, and then a long sip of wine,
making me wait. “Two things. First, that I really, really like it when you’re
honest.” She grins.
I smile.
“And second, that your precious strategy is about to get
blown to bits.
Book 2 in the Series
Synopsis
Jonas and Sarah’s addictive love story picks up right where
the first book left off, hurtling to a heart-stopping conclusion that will
leave readers breathless and screaming for the unforgettable final installment
of The Club Trilogy.
Sarah: My entire life has spiraled into chaos—and yet, all
I can think about is my raging, thumping, insatiable addiction to Jonas’
magical touch. He’s unleashed an all-consuming hunger inside me that can only
be satisfied when Jonas finally surrenders to me the same way I’ve surrendered
to him—mind, body and soul.
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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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