What started out as a fun, filthy tweet turned into the romance of a lifetime. If—that is—your idea of romance is the #asshole real-life persona of a kinky off-screen control freak.
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When Grace
@FilthyBlueBird tweeted her dirtiest, most delicious secret desires to
MovieStar @VaughnAsher she never expected a reply, let alone a face-to-face
meeting and an offer of a lifetime. And when MovieStar @VaughnAsher figured out
the woman vacationing at his family’s St. Thomas resort was the author of all
those dirty hashtags she was relentlessly tweeting at him… well, that was a
challenge he couldn’t pass up. He was more than happy to #RockHerFilthyWorld.
@FilthyBlueBird’s online fantasy is about to collide with her real-life
reality. And it’s about to happen now.
About the Book
When Grace @FilthyBlueBird tweeted her dirtiest, most delicious secret desires to MovieStar @VaughnAsher she never expected a reply, let alone a face-to-face meeting and an offer of a lifetime. And when MovieStar @VaughnAsher figured out the woman vacationing at his family’s St. Thomas resort was the author of all those dirty hashtags she was relentlessly tweeting at him… well, that was a challenge he couldn’t pass up. He was more than happy to #RockHerFilthyWorld. @FilthyBlueBird’s online fantasy is about to collide with her real-life reality. And it’s about to happen now.
About the Book
I fuck
them. I use them. I pay them off. I find another. My demands are never denied.
My contracts are always signed. They submit to me. Willingly. Completely.
Temporarily. This is how it’s always been.
Until I
saw that filthy tweet.
@VaughnAsher
My bare pussy. Your tongue. #ThingsIThinkAboutToGetOff
“FilthyBlueBird”
thinks she can tease me with hashtags and then hide behind a Twitter handle?
She thinks I wouldn’t be more than happy to #RockHerFilthyWorld? She’s wrong.
Her online
fantasy is about to collide with her public reality, and it’s about to happen…
now.
I fuck
them. I use them. I pay them off. I find another. My demands are never denied.
My contracts are always signed. They submit to me. Willingly. Completely.
Temporarily. This is how it’s always been.
Until I
saw that filthy tweet.
@VaughnAsher
My bare pussy. Your tongue. #ThingsIThinkAboutToGetOff
“FilthyBlueBird”
thinks she can tease me with hashtags and then hide behind a Twitter handle?
She thinks I wouldn’t be more than happy to #RockHerFilthyWorld? She’s wrong.
Her online
fantasy is about to collide with her public reality, and it’s about to happen…
now.
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Movie Star
@VaughnAsher
She stops
and turns. “Why? Why do you give a shit about me? Just stop and leave me alone.
I’m not interested in feeding some sick pathology—”
“I’m not
sick. It’s not sick to have a full, enriching sexual fantasy. I—”
“See,” she
says cutting me off. “You’re so fucking self-absorbed, you assume I’m talking
about you. But I’m not, OK? Did it ever occur to you that I have my own reasons
for saying no? Reasons that have nothing to do with you.”
What?
“And
you’re so fucking clueless. Trust? You’re telling me to trust you when you’ve
never earned it. Why the fuck should I trust you? Who the hell are you? I mean,
yeah, I admit I’ve stalked you relentlessly online. I’ve tweeted shit about you
that would make porn stars blush. And it would be very easy to just let you
fuck me sideways, as you put it, and then walk away with the movie-star feather
in my cap. But Jesus Christ, Asher. You’re an Oscar-winning prick.”
I laugh. I
can’t help it.
“I’m glad
you think that’s funny.” And then she turns and starts her trek down the beach,
muttering out, “Asshole.”
I run to
catch up to her and then I grab her arm. She pulls away, dropping her shoes and
lifting her hands up in some kind of fake karate stance. “Don’t,” she orders.
“Back off. I’m a certified Tae Bo specialist at the Women’s Health Spa in LoDo.
And I’m warning you, I will not be held responsible—”
“Tae Bo?
What the fuck—”
“Yah!” She
smacks me in the neck with the side of her hand and I grasp my throat, gasping
for air. “Tae Bo!” she screams as I fall to my knees and choke. “Oh, shit,
Asher! I’m sorry! I’ve never done that to a real person before! Are you OK?”
I lower my
head and try not to laugh, because holy shit, she totally got me.
“Asher?
Asher? Oh my God, talk to me!” She kneels down in front of me and starts
shaking my shoulders. “Asher!”
I take a
long breath of air, let my heart rate settle, and then I look up and grab her
lethal little wrists, forcing her down to the sand, and pinning them above her
head as I move my body over the top of hers. “You wanna play hardball,
Hit-Girl?”
She
giggles up at me and my dick is hard again. Fuck. She’s all over the place
tonight.
“I’m the
master, Asher. I’m the master of playing games. So if you want to play with me,
you should keep that in mind.”
“You”—I
lean down into her face and stare her in the eyes—“are not the master. I’m the
fucking master. You got that? And if you call me Asher one more time, I’ll make
you pay for it later.”
“Oh, yeah?
How?” She bites her lip as she waits for my answer and I realize what she’s
doing. Evening out the playing field. Asserting control over her decision.
Making me realize that if she gives in, it’s because she wants to give in and
not because she’s forced.
I can’t
ask for anything more, so I silently accept her terms and move the game
forward. “I’ll spank you. Hard. Hard enough to make you cry and erotic enough
to make you come.”
Movie Star
@VaughnAsher
She stops
and turns. “Why? Why do you give a shit about me? Just stop and leave me alone.
I’m not interested in feeding some sick pathology—”
“I’m not
sick. It’s not sick to have a full, enriching sexual fantasy. I—”
“See,” she
says cutting me off. “You’re so fucking self-absorbed, you assume I’m talking
about you. But I’m not, OK? Did it ever occur to you that I have my own reasons
for saying no? Reasons that have nothing to do with you.”
What?
“And
you’re so fucking clueless. Trust? You’re telling me to trust you when you’ve
never earned it. Why the fuck should I trust you? Who the hell are you? I mean,
yeah, I admit I’ve stalked you relentlessly online. I’ve tweeted shit about you
that would make porn stars blush. And it would be very easy to just let you
fuck me sideways, as you put it, and then walk away with the movie-star feather
in my cap. But Jesus Christ, Asher. You’re an Oscar-winning prick.”
I laugh. I
can’t help it.
“I’m glad
you think that’s funny.” And then she turns and starts her trek down the beach,
muttering out, “Asshole.”
I run to
catch up to her and then I grab her arm. She pulls away, dropping her shoes and
lifting her hands up in some kind of fake karate stance. “Don’t,” she orders.
“Back off. I’m a certified Tae Bo specialist at the Women’s Health Spa in LoDo.
And I’m warning you, I will not be held responsible—”
“Tae Bo?
What the fuck—”
“Yah!” She
smacks me in the neck with the side of her hand and I grasp my throat, gasping
for air. “Tae Bo!” she screams as I fall to my knees and choke. “Oh, shit,
Asher! I’m sorry! I’ve never done that to a real person before! Are you OK?”
I lower my
head and try not to laugh, because holy shit, she totally got me.
“Asher?
Asher? Oh my God, talk to me!” She kneels down in front of me and starts
shaking my shoulders. “Asher!”
I take a
long breath of air, let my heart rate settle, and then I look up and grab her
lethal little wrists, forcing her down to the sand, and pinning them above her
head as I move my body over the top of hers. “You wanna play hardball,
Hit-Girl?”
She
giggles up at me and my dick is hard again. Fuck. She’s all over the place
tonight.
“I’m the
master, Asher. I’m the master of playing games. So if you want to play with me,
you should keep that in mind.”
“You”—I
lean down into her face and stare her in the eyes—“are not the master. I’m the
fucking master. You got that? And if you call me Asher one more time, I’ll make
you pay for it later.”
“Oh, yeah?
How?” She bites her lip as she waits for my answer and I realize what she’s
doing. Evening out the playing field. Asserting control over her decision.
Making me realize that if she gives in, it’s because she wants to give in and
not because she’s forced.
I can’t
ask for anything more, so I silently accept her terms and move the game
forward. “I’ll spank you. Hard. Hard enough to make you cry and erotic enough
to make you come.”
About The Author
JA Huss is
the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty
romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters
who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life
problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you
jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
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JA Huss is
the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than twenty
romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters
who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life
problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you
jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.
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