In this sizzling conclusion to WILD TEMPTATION, Liv and Tyler see the boundaries of their addictions pushed to new limits as their heads battle with their hearts for an explosive fall into the depths of love…
I gave him my body, and he gave me no strings. It was that simple… in the beginning.
I never could have imagined my temptation could become my addiction. If I knew for a second how entirely Tyler Stone would consume me, I never would have handed him my body so freely.
His addiction feeds mine. My cravings ignite his. Together we are dangerous. Destructive. Obsessive. Wild.
But now it’s too late. We’re bound by more than our inexplicable need for the other, and the ties that hold us together are irreversible.
He craves my body. I crave his heart.
This is addiction.
Wild Addiction is book two of the WILD series. It is preceded by Wild Attraction, a free prequel, and Wild Temptation, the first full-length novel.
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In this sexy new CALL series spin-off series by New York Times bestseller Emma Hart, enter the intense world of a no strings relationship and experience addiction like you never expected…
The moment I walked in to find Mr. Tall, Dark, Handsome, and Oh So British–my mind-blowing one night stand–as my photographer for the shoot that could change it all, I knew life was throwing me a curveball.
The moment he, Tyler Stone, walked into my best friend’s apartment, I knew that curveball was heading straight for my gut.
The hit comes in the form of a no-strings proposition… One that gives him utter control over my body.
If I surrender, that curveball is steadily en-route for a collision course with my heart.
He’s a sex addict. I’m a love addict.
This is temptation.
*Wild Temptation is book one of the Wild series and a full-length novel at approx. 92,000 words.*
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Wild Attraction Prequel:
By day, New York Times and USA Today bestselling New Adult author Emma Hart dons a cape and calls herself Super Mum to two beautiful little monsters. By night, she drops the cape, pours a glass of whatever she fancies – usually wine – and writes books.
Emma is working on Top Secret projects she will share with her followers and fans at every available opportunity. Naturally, all Top Secret projects involve a dashingly hot guy who likes to forget to wear a shirt, a sprinkling (or several) of hold-onto-your-panties hot scenes, and a whole lotta love.
She likes to be busy – unless busy involves doing the dishes, but that seems to be when all the ideas come to life.
I never knew true addiction until her. I never truly understood what it is to crave, mind, body and soul, until nothing matters but fulfilling that craving. Until the only thing that matters is easing the hollow ache inside.
It’s there whenever we’re apart. Like a dark hole, it lingers, intensifying until my mind is full of blonde hair and blue-green eyes. Until my mind is full of easy curves, bare before me. Until my desires reflect her bending at the waist, her pert little arse in the air, colored red by my palm, the outline of my fingers visible against her pale skin.
Every day it’s something new, something different, something I never allowed myself to think of. It’s more than against the wall, more than her hands bound, more than a blindfold across her eyes. Now I can think freely, imagine all the ways and all the places I can have her.
Because she trusts me.
And she’s fucking mine.
My Liv. My bitch. My beautiful, flighty bitch.
Now she’s sitting in front of me with her eyes wide and her hands covering her mouth. She’s deathly still. And quiet. So fucking quiet every second that passes cuts deeper than anything she could ever say would.
But she hasn’t moved away from me, either. She’s still sitting in my arms, her legs hooked over mine… Staring at me like it’s the last thing she ever expected me to say.
I run my eyes across her face, taking advantage of her silence just to look at her. Her hair is messy, her blue-green eyes shining, her cheeks flushed. She looks freshly fucked, and she is, but more than that, she looks shocked.
“Liv?” I prompt. “Are you going to say anything?”