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Title: Triple Threat
Series: Deception Duet #1
Author: K Webster
Publisher: Dangerous Press
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Date: January 11, 2022
BLURB
Iβm a prisoner in a prestigious world.
A perfect princess locked in a tower.
My father will never let me go.
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Not that I could leave. I would never abandon my little sister. Hope comes in the form of a devilishly handsome man with dark eyes and darker secrets.
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With each encounter, Iβm lured deeper into the labyrinth. The danger lurking beneath his surface calls to me, even as it warns me away.
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Except thereβs a new side of him every time we meet. A different danger each time we touch. Itβs as if three different men want to devour me.
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Heβs not just one villain. Heβs three.
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EXCERPT
βYou know,β Ford says, smirking as he sidles up beside me in the hallway after our second class of the day, βI could give you a ride.β
βYouβre a perv.β
He laughs, the sound warming parts of me Iβd never known existed. βTechnically, youβre the perv. I meant an actual ride. In my car. Not on my cock.β
The mention of Fordβs cock has a flood of heat coursing through me. I elbow him hard in his side and storm ahead of him. Based on his stupid laughter, Iβd say heβs enjoying tormenting me.
You enjoy it tooβ¦
I donβt let myself dwell on that thought for too long.
A heavy, muscled arm wraps around my shoulders as Ford catches up. Heβs so touchy-feely. I hate that I barely know the guy and my body responds as though heβs familiar to me.
I roll my eyes but donβt shake him off. For a second, I can pretend Iβm a normal college-aged woman with a good-looking guy whoβs interested in her. There arenβt controlling, abusive fathers or little sisters who need looking after. There isnβt pressure or stress or drama.
Several people glance at us as we walk by. Iβm not sure whatβs drawing their attention. My moneyβs on the sexy beast of a man who seems to be staking a claim on me. A flutter in my chest indicates just how much I like that idea.
Which is completely dumb.
I can allow myself a friend, but nothing more. Not when thereβs so much at stake. Blatantly going against Dadβs expressed wishes at having me date someone in his power circle would be the worst possible thing I could do. Not only could he backtrack and keep me from attending college, he might somehow punish Della with his anger.
Iβm feeling quite somber and dismayed that it takes me a second to realize weβve stopped and Ford is speaking to me.
βThis is the part where youβre supposed to be impressed,β he grumbles, waving his hand toward a sleek vehicle. βSeriously. We canβt be friends if you wonβt even acknowledge my baby.β
Heβs pouting.
Over a dumb car.
For some reason, this amuses me. It is, in fact, a gorgeous car, but the fact I havenβt gushed over its beauty and heβs pouting about it, has a bubble of laughter escaping. One attempt at smothering my giggling leads to an unladylike snort, which has me erupting with more laughter.
Ford releases me, muttering under his breath, and hits the fob. I bite on my bottom lip to contain my cackling. He flings open the door and gestures in overemphasis as if to prove the inside is just as pretty. Itβs the look of pure exasperation on his face that has me losing it again.
βYouβre a real bitch, Laundry,β he grits out, though thereβs no real venom in his tone. βNo oneβs ever laughed at my car before.β
βYou said I was different and you were right. I bet youβre rethinking making me your friend.β I arch a brow at him now that the giggling has faded. βSee you around, Chevy.β
His maple syrup eyes slowly peruse down my body, lazily drinking up every detail of me. I try not to squirm but when someone like Ford Mann is practically devouring you, itβs hard not to.
βLet me take you home,β he urges, his voice dropping several octaves and managing to reverberate through me. βIβll go slow.β
The fire in his eyes says heβs talking about more than just a ride in his car. Heβs talking about the ride of my life. All Iβd have to do is give in.
Gravel crunches behind me and a sleek, black Mercedes SUV pulls up. I recognize Trey, one of Dadβs drivers, sitting behind the wheel. Time to go.
βMy rideβs here.β I motion toward the Mercedes. βMaybe some other time.β
Like never.
Unfortunately.
Ford peels his stare from me to give Trey a once-over. When his eyes find their way back to mine, theyβre harder than before and glint with something almost calculating. The warmth between us is snuffed out and a chill works its way down my spine.
βGoodbye, Ford.β
βSee you soon.β He winks at me but the action is almost taunting. βThatβs a promise.β
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COMING SOON
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Releasing March 29
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AUTHOR BIO
K Webster is a USA Today Bestselling author. Her titles have claimed many bestseller tags in numerous categories, are translated in multiple languages, and have been adapted into audiobooks. She lives in βTornado Alleyβ with her husband, two children, and her baby dog named Blue. When sheβs not writing, sheβs reading, drinking copious amounts of coffee, and researching aliens.
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