Elite Escorts - La série

Can I earn her trust before she breaks my heart? Wren Shipman is not my usual leggy blonde, but she ensnares me. Tilts my world off its axis. At my first attempt to ask her out, she claims a wealthy, arrogant playboy isn’t her type—an accurate judgment according to my social media. But I only want her. At my second attempt, she claims she’s too busy earning her college degree to refine the stain of her poor upbringing. But I already see her as perfect. In vulnerable desperation, I make a third attempt to show her I’m hoping for more than just another notch on my bedpost. I end up in the friend zone and fall even harder for the woman who is everything I’m not. When bitter reality threatens Wren’s dreams of graduating, I jump at the opportunity to reveal I have depth beyond what she assumes. Will she give me a chance to prove I’m trustworthy…or will she break the heart she refuses to believe she owns? *Fourth Attempt is the first book in the Elite Escorts series featuring playboy bachelors and the women who capture their hearts.

As Elite Escort’s most sought-after third wheel, I’m responsible for fulfilling clients’ fantasies of bringing another man into the mix for a night of debauchery. But I’ve grown bored with my night job and want more. Jessica Lindy's friend hires EE to take her out and show her a good time. Although single dates aren’t my usual assignments, I agree to fulfill the task. Jessica steals my breath at first sight, and before our evening ends, I plan on worshiping at her feet for the rest of our lives. But she’s jaded. A single mom with no time or energy to entertain dreams of happily ever after. Her heart isn’t available thanks to her ex-husband, who she helped put behind bars, and constant fear over his vow of revenge keeps her from enjoying life. When nightmares become a reality, she and her daughter end up in grave danger. Can I convince Jessica I’m more than just a professional third wheel, or will the man intent on payback take her from me before I get the chance?

Christine watched her father grieve over losing his soul mate. I survived the devastating effects of my parent’s ugly divorce due to my childhood leukemia. Now, both our jaded hearts are closed off to anything outside hookups. But my emotions get tangled up in our first attempt at sating each other’s lust, and I yearn for more than spending my nights as an escort. I want a second go-round with Christine. While her walls appear invincible, an act of terror in our city tumbles them down leaving her bruised and broken with no hope of escape. Will I be strong enough to see her through the darkest time of her life? Or will the rubble of destruction keep me from finding love with the woman I long for?

I’m Elite Escort’s shibari master—but I’m no sadist. I love sending a client flying, finding comfort in my ropes. Some view my form of play as an act of domination, but I see it as a way to offer an escape. Childhood trauma honed my intuition, making me notice what others easily miss. When a curvy sub, leashed and cowering behind a man playing Dom, visit the club I frequent, my protective instincts kick in. Faced with an opportunity to reveal to Becky what a real D/s relationship is supposed to look like, I take on the challenge. I observe more while binding her in my ropes—bruises she attempts to hide behind her lowered head and long hair. She’s a battered and broken spirit worn down by years of abuse—the same as my mom had been. I refuse to let her meet the same fate, but for the first time, it’s my hands that are tied. While I long to help Becky break free, it’s up to her to find the courage to take control—before it’s too late.

As the owner of Elite Escorts, I have unlimited access to subs who crave domination without emotional ties. I never expected the business to make me a wealthy man. But I’ll be honest. Seeing all my friends settle down has made me realize something is missing from my life. My new secretary Jasmine is a librarian fantasy come to life. Her innocence calls to the sadist in me and every dark desire I have. But there’s only one problem. She can’t tolerate physical contact. Anywhere—at any time. Psychological baggage from her childhood allows for friendship in the office but hinders a normal relationship. And the type I yearn for? Hopeless. However, when I offer myself to her to practice physical touch, I get a glimpse of what we could be. But her past and present collide, threatening the fragile connection we’ve built.