Daring to tell the truth will change the rules of this game
forever.
Party Games, Book 2
When her friend deserts her at an exclusive Sydney house
party, Miki Drummond retreats to a corner to observe the insanity. Watching
life go by is something she does well, especially after the hell her marriage
put her through.
She never dreamed she'd reconnect with not one but two
blasts from her high school past. And she never expected their heated gazes to
bring her body so easily back to life.
Grant Rogers and Dayne Pierce never forgot Miki. Ever. Past
experience tells them to tread slowly and carefully, but that plan flies out
the window when they're all dragged into a game of Truth or Dare. Something's
up, because Miki repeatedly chooses to take a shot rather than reveal her
obvious pain. Time after time.
Waking up hungover in a strange bedroom, Miki is caught in
an electrically charged moment with two men who offer her unimaginable
pleasure, who seem determined to keep her suspended in sweet torment—permanently.
One night of pure fantasy is all Miki dares to take, but
come morning the hard truth is that walking away isn't an option.
Product Warnings:
The author cannot be held responsible for any truth you may tell or dare you
make take after reading this story. And if you find yourself sandwiched between
two hunky men…take the dare.
Excerpt:-
Copyright © 2012 Rhian Cahill
All rights reserved — a Samhain Publishing, Ltd. publication
Miki was so engrossed in the sexy encounter taking place
across the room that the noise of the party faded to nothing. Try as she might,
she couldn't pull her gaze from the unintentional tableau. Not until her view
was blocked. Two guys stepped in front of her, caging her against the wall.
"If it isn't little Mikaila Drummond." The deep
voice skittered over her skin and she shivered as goose bumps broke out in its
wake.
"Yeah, but she isn't so little anymore." The
second voice was just as deep but slightly rougher. Both conjured images of
late nights, tangled sheets and sweaty bodies.
Jeez, of all the times for her libido to wake up.
Mikaila stared at the chest before her. The tight black
shirt clung to the muscles concealed beneath like a second skin. Her hands
tingled with the urge to reach up and touch, lay her palms flat against that
hard surface. She raised her gaze. Slowly. Each new inch she saw made her mouth
drier. Oh man. Smooth tan skin took
up were black cloth stopped and broad shoulders stretched past her peripheral
vision. Miki swallowed. Blood rushed through her veins as her heart sped up.
Heat radiated out from the two bodies now crowded around her, sending her
temperature higher.
Arousal burst out and flooded every part of her. Need and
desire that had been missing in recent years were set free in an explosion of
tingling sensation. Miki took a breath, tried to slow her pulse but only
succeeded in filling her nostrils with the scent of hot male flesh. Her body
softened, her knees shook and she struggled to form a coherent thought.
"I think seeing us has rendered her speechless. That's
something I never thought would happen."
A memory niggled at her mind, but Miki couldn't place the
voice and she still hadn't managed to look at either of their faces. Her gaze
had snagged on those amazing shoulders and gone no farther.
Masculine laughter that vibrated along every nerve had
Miki's insides clenching. Jeez, could she be any more affected? A shiver
skittered down her spine when Mr. Black-shirt placed two fingers under her chin
and tilted her head up. She met a pair of startlingly blue eyes. Filled with
mischief and a spark of heat, they reminded her of summer. That illusive niggle
of memory flitted across her mind but refused to solidified.
"Are we that forgettable, Miki?" He feigned a hurt
look that made Miki want to giggle. "Surely not."
Both men stepped closer, their warm bodies pressing into
her. Mikaila turned her head to look at the second man. Green eyes sparkled,
the cool colour calming, but nothing could hush the gasp that left her throat
or soothe the shock blooming inside her when she finally placed her companions.
Grant Rogers and Dayne Pearce.
Oh crap. Her
biggest teenage crush came back to slap her in the face. And she did mean
crush. Singular. The boys had always made her feel outrageous things when they
were in high school, but she'd never acted on any of her feelings because she
couldn't pick one over the other. And then the summer they'd all turned
eighteen she'd discovered the one thing to make her keep her distance above all
else. They didn't want her to pick just one of them. As much as the idea of
being with both of them thrilled and intrigued, it scared the pants off her
more, and she'd walked away. Fast.
Miki closed her eyes and fought to pull herself together.
She wouldn't allow those old emotions to tempt her. Wouldn't let herself fall
for their charms no matter how appealing they were or how much she'd regretted
not taking the chance when she'd had no real clue what it was they offered.
"The penny drops." Warm air filled her ear and
brushed her neck as Dayne spoke.
"I think you're right, Dayne." The fingers under
her chin trailed up to trace her lips, a light brush of flesh that sent
sensations flooding through her. "Aren't you going to say hello,
Miki?"
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