100 Shades of Sin...
Delicious and hot, the seductive Bayfront Billionaires need one thing, and one thing only: the woman made for them, the one woman on earth who can complete their trio of passion and desire.
Billionaire business partners Devon McMillan and Morgan Presley have spent the past two years on opposite coasts after nearly crossing a forbidden line during one of their steamier ménages. But when a lucrative business offer brings them back to Bayfront, something even more tempting will distract them both—their drop-dead gorgeous childhood best friend, Fallon Carteris. And these billionaires will do whatever they can to bring her to their bed!
Fallon has never been able to decide which man she desires more, nor could she ever choose between them—and quickly learns she doesn’t have to. When Fallon confesses she’s always wanted the two men, they both pursue her. As the love triangle heats up, their emotions become as entangled as their bodies. But is their love strong enough to keep their threesome together?
About the Author
Calista Fox is a former PR professional, now writing fast-paced, steamy books to set your pulse racing! Her publishing houses include St. Martin’s Press, Grand Central Publishing and Harlequin. Her debut SMP trilogy opens with BURNED DEEP and concludes with book four, starring the trilogy’s secondary hero! She is an Amazon bestseller and has won many Reviewer’s and Reader’s Choice Awards, as well as Best Book Awards and other competitions with publication as first prize. Calista is a college graduate and teaches online writing classes. She is also a Past President/Advisor of the Phoenix chapter of the Romance Writers of America national organization.
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By Calista Fox
St. Martin's PressCopyright © 2017 Calista Fox
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Get in. Get out. Get on with your life.
Devon McMillan recited the mantra as he strode through the lobby of the Bayfront Yacht Club, down one of the long hallways, and into the cocktail lounge situated between the informal and formal dining rooms.
The two-story building sat on the water's edge in the cove of the small, affluent community of Bayfront, California. The interior featured gleaming wood-paneled walls, columns, and exposed rafters. Floor-to-ceiling windows and doors showcased the ocean, patios, and marina beyond.
It'd be the perfect day for Devon to take his boat out. A clear blue sky, a moderate early February climate, and just enough wind to catch his sails and take him south to Monterey for the afternoon.
But he wasn't in town for pleasure. He'd flown in for business. Strictly business. Serious business he needed to conduct with his best friend, Morgan Presley, who Devon hadn't seen or really spoken with much in the past year.
Not since the night they'd hooked up with a gorgeous blonde in a curve-hugging siren-red minidress. Devon couldn't recall her name. But he did vividly remember her sprawled across his king-size bed while they made love to her. And he very distinctly remembered the line in the sand he and Morgan had almost crossed that evening.
Forbidden was one thing.
Unthinkable and taboo another.
Less than a week later, they'd gone their separate ways, Devon flying off to the East Coast to check on the yacht clubs they owned in Connecticut, upstate New York, and Martha's Vineyard, while Morgan stayed on the West Coast and assessed operations at their Santa Barbara club and the one in Seattle.
It was astounding how much work a person could bury themselves in when desperate to keep their mind off of something.
However, an unexpected and highly lucrative offer on the Bayfront club was about to throw them back together.
Get in. Get out. Get on with your life.
He intended to talk Morgan into selling, despite the club not even being on the market. Then Devon would be out the door. Buying a house in the Hamptons was his plan, while he put together a proposal for building a club there. Which he'd e-mail to Morgan, rather than return to Bayfront to personally present his ideas.
Taking an oversized, tan leather captain's chair at a table by the windows, Devon set his laptop bag at his feet and pulled out his iPad, along with the black leather portfolio containing the documents associated with the offer made by a large conglomerate from San Diego. He'd scoured the contract previously, as had his lawyers and financial advisors, but still ruminated over the salient points for persuading Morgan to sign on the dotted line with him.
"Can I bring you a drink, Mr. McMillan?" a server asked, her voice soft and sultry. Inviting. A bit breathy in a highly arousing way.
Devon didn't look up, though. No need to fall down any tempting rabbit holes on this trip. He was here to sever ties with Bayfront. He didn't need anything anchoring him to this place, not even a basic one-night stand. His flight back home was scheduled to leave from San Francisco at ten o'clock. Devon had every intention of being on it.
"Pellegrino, please," he said.
"Very good." An edge of disappointment in her provocative tone beckoned him to tear his gaze from his paperwork. But he resisted the urge, despite her darkly compelling perfume teasing his senses as she lingered a few moments more. The decadent aroma stayed with him, even when she eventually, quietly slipped away.
He wasn't surprised she knew him by name. He'd been born and raised here. And his grandfather had been the one to establish the community. McMillans were the foundation of Bayfront. The Presleys were the pillars.
But Devon had two older brothers, Max and Davis, to carry on the family legacy. They were each deeply rooted, with high-society wives from the Bay Area, a couple of kids apiece, and booming businesses, including the executive airport they jointly owned.
Max had made an offer on the yacht club mere months after Devon and Morgan had built it, but there hadn't been enough zeroes on the check. Devon refused to be lowballed, even by a relative. Not to mention, at that time, Devon and Morgan were wholly committed to the club. It was the only one they'd designed and labored through during the construction process, whereas the others had been existing landmarks that they'd purchased. So this particular establishment held sentimental value.
That was the last thing he should be thinking about. He focused instead on market value.
The waitress reappeared with his drink. "Here you are. Would you like anything else at the moment?" she asked as she laid out an ecru cocktail napkin with the club's insignia of an anchor wrapped in rich mahogany-colored rope stamped on it. Given the direction in which Devon's thoughts had previously run, the irony did not escape him.
"Thanks, this will be fine."
She set the glass before him. Out of the corner of his eye, Devon caught sight of her slender fingers with French-manicured nails, a tad on the long side. Enough to make him think of them raking over his bare back and leaving scratches. He fucking loved that. There was something incredibly erotic about a woman being so lost in the heat of desire and tangled limbs, so turned on, that she literally clawed at him.
Too bad it'd been forever since he'd met one who possessed that sort of innate, fiery passion. Not since the blonde in the red dress.
Devon mentally shook his head to dislodge the vision of her nails on his skin, still incapable of recalling her name because there'd been a bit too much tequila involved in the wild threesome he and Morgan had partaken in.
He had business to concentrate on, anyway. Regardless of the instant taunting brought on by another alluring woman — the one who'd delivered his sparkling water. Unfortunately, her tantalizing scent and sexy voice distracted him. Attempted to coerce him to get a good look at her.
Do not let your dick derail your thoughts.
He had a sound argument to make with Morgan about the sale and didn't want to blow it. Even if his gut did coil at the thought of unloading the club.
Still, the offer was triple their initial investment, which would go a long way in getting them the waterfront property they needed in the Hamptons. So playtime was most definitely not on the agenda.
"Mr. Presley," she greeted his business partner. "Gin and tonic this afternoon?"
Devon glanced over his shoulder at his friend's approach, opposite from where the temptress stood.
"Yes, thanks," Morgan told her. He slid into the chair adjacent to Devon as the server left them. "Good to see you, man."
Morgan and Devon could be brothers with their sandy brown hair and their light eyes, though Morgan's were more of a whisky color, whereas Devon's were ice-blue. They were both over six feet tall with athletic builds. Morgan had been the high school's star quarterback; Devon had been the lightning-quick receiver who'd been in perfect sync with him. Neither had ever had the ambition to go pro. Business was their forte.
Well, when Devon wasn't being baited, that was.
"I don't know how many times I have to tell her to call me by my first name," Morgan said. "She's clearly getting a kick out of mocking me."
"Our new waitress?"
Devon's brow furrowed as he gazed at Morgan. "Fallon's been in Miami for three years."
"Fallon is the woman who just served you your drink, genius."
Devon shot a look over his other shoulder, caving to the primal urge. "Why the hell didn't she say anything to me? And where'd she go?"
"She's at the bar."
There was a redhead collecting a gin and tonic from the bartender.
A redhead with mile-long legs and an ass that made Devon's cock twitch. She wore a short navy-colored tank-style dress with heels in the same hue. She was tanned and toned and from this perspective, damn hot.
"You're shitting me," he said under his breath.
"Nope. All grown up and positively stunning, isn't she?"
The woman turned. Devon's pulse spiked. She had shiny dark-auburn hair pulled over one bare shoulder and deep-green irises that sparkled brilliantly. A perfect nose and heart-shaped face complemented by a seductive dimple in her left cheek. A megawatt smile — all straight, pearly white teeth — and glowing honeyed skin he suddenly yearned to caress ... with his fingers and his mouth.
Devon's gaze slid along her graceful throat, down to her full breasts. The rounded tops crested the squared neckline of the clingy dress, the scintillating sight holding him hostage for several seconds.
His brain pretty much stalled out. Though he didn't miss the flat stomach and the shapely hips. Again, those stellar legs.
Beside him, Morgan murmured, "Got the adrenaline pumping?"
Devon didn't get the chance to utter the fuck, yes sitting on his tongue. She leaned over the table to set Morgan's cocktail on his napkin. Giving them an up close and personal view of her firm breasts and tight ass. That had all been on purpose, Devon didn't doubt it for a minute.
"Thank you, Fallon," Morgan said as he discreetly admired her assets — he could be sly that way, play it cool, but Devon knew better. Morgan was an expert at concealing lust, though Devon always sensed when it flashed through him.
And how could it not when faced with a riveting redhead with a flirty smile?
"It's my pleasure, Mr. Presley." There was a hint of teasing in her tone, so Morgan had been right about her toying with him.
"It's Morgan," he said with an exasperated sigh. "Just Morgan."
She smiled brighter. That dimple of hers drove Devon wild. How had he never noticed before how damn sexy it was?
Fallon sassily told Morgan, "It's your rule that the staff use our members' last names."
"I'm not a member," Morgan contended. "I'm a co-owner. Therefore, I have the right to supersede the rules when I damn well please."
She laughed softly. Devon's cock throbbed in wicked beats.
Her emerald gaze fell on him. "And you could pay better attention to your environment."
"Duly noted." He blew out a long breath. "Jesus, Fallon."
This was a very unexpected twist to Devon's return. He pushed back his chair and got to his feet, towering over her despite the heels she wore.
"Why didn't you say something earlier?" he asked. "I didn't even know you were in town, let alone at the club. Someone failed to mention it." He threw a smirk Morgan's way.
"I've been back a few months and your chief financial officer signs my paycheck," she said. "So I didn't expect you to even know I was working here again."
"How was Florida?" he asked.
"The record-breaking temps and humidity were sucking the life out of me — or rather, sweating the life out of me. I will say, however, that the Miami and South Beach nightclub scenes were outrageously fun. Hardest decisions I ever had to make were plotting out where to be between eleven o'clock and one A.M. and between two and four. I think it's even livelier than Vegas."
"Doesn't let you off the hook for not thumping me on the back of the head so I'd know it was you serving me," he lightly scolded.
"You were seriously engrossed. I didn't want to disturb you. It looked important."
"Trust me," he all but ground out as the testosterone flowed like magma through his veins. "I wouldn't have minded the interruption. Not from you."
His gaze slid over her once more and his brain still reeled from the vision before him.
Fallon was an old friend. From way back in elementary school. Though, she'd never looked a thing like this smoking-hot woman standing before him. In fact, Devon wouldn't have even realized it was her if Morgan hadn't put two and two together for him.
She was downright breathtaking. Devon reached for her and pulled her into his arms. She let out a delicate squeal of delight. He gave her a firm hug, reveling in the feel of her sinful body pressed to him. All her feminine curves ... and that soul-stirring aroma wafting under his nose. Everything about her nearly overwhelmed his senses.
He held her a bit too long. Though it didn't seem to faze Fallon. Devon, however, had to fight the hard-on threatening to make its presence known.
When he eventually released her, he held her at arm's length and continued taking in every sensational inch of her. "What'd you do, grow up overnight?"
She bit into her glossy lower lip, then caught herself. "Something like that."
"Well, I'm completely blown away."
"Thanks," she said with a twinkle in her eyes. "I colored my hair."
That wasn't the only thing different about her. Everything was different about her.
Devon said, "Miami agreed with you, regardless of the weather conditions."
"It was an enlightening three years. I'd love to catch up with both of you. It's so good to finally see you again." She tore her gaze from Devon and glanced around the busy restaurant. "But my section is filling up, so I can't talk now." The earlier teasing fringed her voice as she added, "If you'll excuse me, I have customers to serve, Mr. —"
"If you call me Mr. McMillan — or sir," he warned, "I'm going to put you over my knee."
And smack that luscious ass.
Heat flared in her eyes, igniting the twinkle to something quite explosive. Despite Devon not having said those last words out loud ... they were devilishly implied.
She suggestively told him, "I'll remember that."
Then she strolled off to greet a foursome the hostess had just seated. Devon watched her go, admiring the sway of her hips and everything else that enticed him about her tempting backside.
He returned to his chair and Morgan shook his head at him.
"You can't flirt with the help."
Devon snickered. "It's Fallon."
"Precisely. Not a girl we ever flirted with."
"She's no girl. Don't even begin to tell me you haven't noticed." He needed a sip of the iced sparkling water to cool his raging insides. "Christ, I don't know what the hell happened to her in Florida that turned her into ... all that. It was our loss at the club when she decided to visit her mom for a few years. But now she's come back to us and ... whoa."
"She's an employee, Devon."
"She's a friend, Morgan," he countered. "One who asked for a job here when we opened our doors. She's good at what she does and everyone likes her — whether she's cute or drop-dead gorgeous. Though I suspect our male members are frequenting this place much more often with her return. And clearly requesting her."
Morgan gave a half-snort. "I should have our Accounting department do a quarterly comparison to see if sales have surged since she's been back."
"The sales aren't the only thing surging," Devon muttered.
Morgan studied him closely, his gaze narrowing. "Don't go getting any ideas about her."
"Devon," Morgan chastised with sudden agitation and bunched shoulders beneath his dark-brown polo shirt, bearing the Bayfront Yacht Club logo. "First of all, she works for us. Let's not open ourselves up to a sexual harassment suit. Second ... as you stated, it's Fallon. Childhood friend. Everyone's favorite little sister. Sweet, smart, and sassy. But innocently so. She's not the sort you fuck the way you like to fuck."
Devon slid a glance toward the bar where she was collecting drinks again. "You're talking about Fallon Carteris, the kid. I'm looking at Fallon Carteris, the woman. Apples and oranges, my friend. Apples and oranges."
His attention shifted. "Morgan."
"No." Another quick shake of his head.
Devon groaned. "Yeah, you're probably right. It would be kind of bizarre to see her naked. Hotter than hell, but still ... it's Fallon." Devon contemplated this a minute more, then roguishly shrugged a shoulder. "No, I don't think it'd be bizarre at all. I mean, there isn't even a hint of the former Fallon. Even her voice is different."
"I'll admit, this is a jolt to the system. The Fallon we used to know was never into appearances."
"Well, she's made up for that in spades."
"I'm telling you straight out," Morgan insisted, "she's completely off-limits to us both."
Devon shrewdly eyed his partner. "Sure you're making that declaration so HR doesn't rain hellfire down on us, or ...?" His brow crooked.
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
Confession is a hot ménage. I was given ARC copy for review by netgalley and SMPRomance. Fallon Carteris, Devon McMillan, and Morgan Presley were the best of friends during their younger years. Now reconnecting after years apart things heat up.
This is a fast-paced steamy ménage read. Morgan and Devon have been living on opposite coasts do to a ménage gone wrong but when business brings them back to Bayfront they run into their old childhood friend Fallon and she is all grown up. Great story and steamy read, I loved it!
Confession by Calista Fox is her next installment in her Bayfront Billionaires novellas. Another menage a trois like the previous novella, Seduction, Ms. Fox brings the heat in spades just in time for Valentine's with her trio: Fallon, Devon, and Morgan. Devon McMillon and Morgan Presley are best friends and business partners, however, one drunken night and a menage that almost crossed a forbidden line for the both of them as kept them on separate coasts for the past year and on uneasy ground in regards to their friendship. When an opportunity to sell the Bayfront Yacht Club, the one property still tying them together, appears as a way to move on from the past presents itself, Devon calls a meeting with Morgan at Bayfront. He's prepared to get in, get out, and move on. What he's not prepared for is Fallon Carteris, their childhood friend who has returned home a swan and wanting exactly what Devon and Morgan have been avoiding the past year confronting. This novella is short but filled with plot and back story between the three main characters. Fallon, a virgin heroine who left Bayfront and completely made herself over in hopes of attracting her two childhood friends whom she's been attracted to since they were all younger. From the start, Fallon is bold and definitely knows what she wants. She is also not afraid to go after her men, even though she has moments of insecurity from when she was just the sidekick gal pal. Overall, Confession by Calista Fox was an enjoyable erotic romance that fit the series well and I look forward to reading the next installment. I recommend. (I voluntarily reviewed an ARC of this book I received from the publisher via NetGalley in exchange for my honest review.)
Annnnnddd the drama continues in the Bayfront Billionaire series. Calista gives us the story about Devon and Morgan's friendship and relationship. Devon has been living on the east coast and Morgan on the west. They were always around each other until things became too awkward in an event that had happened over a year ago. So what has these two alpha men at odd ends? Well my dear friends you will surely find out when you get into this book! (And it's kind of hot!) This book is a M/F/M story, so you already have a clue in that the scenes and details described get hot and steamy. That is where our feisty sweetheart of the book comes in, Fallon. She has admired these two from afar and has been a long time gal pal. She is done with that type of relationship. She has heard the rumors about Devon and Morgan behind closed doors. Read this story and see this bold beauty work on her seduction of a lifetime! She definitely has been practicing for this role..hint hint. If you need a hot sexy short read that will surely fog up your screen, Confessions is it for you! Read on my friends and don't forget to leave your review as well.
100 Shades of Sin... Delicious and hot, the seductive Bayfront Billionaires need one thing, and one thing only: the woman made for them, the one woman on earth who can complete their trio of passion and desire. Billionaire business partners Devon McMillan and Morgan Presley have spent the past two years on opposite coasts after nearly crossing a forbidden line during one of their steamier ménages. But when a tempting business offer brings them back to their hometown, something even more tempting will distract them both—their childhood best friend, Fallon Carteris. The years apart have done nothing to temper their scorching desire for her, and these billionaires will do whatever they can to bring her to their bed. Fallon has never been able to decide which man she desires more, nor could she ever choose between them—and quickly learns she doesn’t have to. When Fallon confesses she’s always wanted the two men, they both pursue her. As the love triangle heats up, their emotions become as entangled as their bodies. But is their love strong enough to keep their threesome together? @CalistaFoxBooks @SMPRomance Review: If you are looking for a super quick, sexy, menage with a little valentine flavor this would be a good novella to pick up. Another installment in the Bayfront Billionaires, where menage relationships seem to be the norm. This short, but well-written and rounded story are about three life long friends. Devon and Morgan who are opposites in temperament and Fallon who was kind of a wall flower growing up, but watch out now! She is out to get the men she always wanted and makes them realize they can overcome whatever obstacles get in their way. 3.5Stars *I voluntarily read an advance reader copy of this book provided by the publisher.*
Received an ARC for my voluntary review for netgalley. Again, I should have read synopsis well, I do not think I will read a book by this author, I hate them, they are totally not for me. The book is based on a threesome if you are into that, you will probably enjoy, me not so much.
This was a fast paced, short, steamy, sexy, lusty, and totally captivating menage that will leave you satisfied. It was a great way to spend a snowy afternoon. I am really enjoying this series and look forward to more. This can be read as a standalone. **Received this ARC for review from the publisher via NetGalley**
in this erotic novella, fallon carteris finally has a chance to be with bad boy billionaires devon mcmillan and morgan presley. she's known them her whole life. and she knows they like to share their ladies. after some time away from the bayfront area where they grew up, she's devoted some serious time into becoming the woman of their dreams. what she doesn't know is that something has come between devon and morgan, something so taboo they can't bring themselves to spend any time together, retreating to opposite coasts and ignoring their original bayfront property. they're only in town because they've received an offer too hard to refuse, and they need to talk about it. but the name of this book is confession, and you know they need to reveal all their secrets before things get all better. the short format makes quick work of explaining the back story, even though we don't get the full details of what happened that one night in seattle until after the midway point, the secret isn't too terribly surprising. fallon proves to be the balm in healing devon and morgan's friendship, as well as their mutual object of desire. this is a quick, steamy read. the short format means that you don't get a whole lot of time with these character's and their back stories, but the author does what she can to fill in the gaps. there's barely enough plot here for a novella, and that's totally okay, and the sex scenes are really well done. **confession will publish on february 7, 2017. i received an advance reader copy courtesy of netgalley/st. martin's press (swerve) in exchange for my honest review.
A fast paced novella takes us on a friends to lovers ride! Good characters, steamy sex and a happy ending! Must be okay with menage to enjoy! Best friends and business partners Devon McMillan and Morgan Presley have been stearing clear of each other for awhile now. They used to do everything together, but after an awkward encounter during their last time of sharing a woman, they found excuses to stay on different coasts for awhile. Now they're drawn back to Bayfront for a business proposition, and reunited with their childhood best friend. Fallon Carteris has been crushing on her two childhood friends for as long as she can remember, and now that she's done some growing up and experimenting, she's ready to put herself out there in hopes that they will finally notice she's an available woman! She doesn't know which one she likes more, but from the rumors she's heard over the years, she won't have to choose between them at all! Will the guys agree to put aside their awkwardness and differences to have a one of a kind reunion with Fallon or will this be the end of their business partnership .. as well as their shared extracurricular activies??
I liked this one. For a short 109 pages it felt like a complete story and was well written. I did think Fallon was out of character for a virgin with image issues. She was pretty aggressive as she was seeking a menage relationship with her two childhood best friends. That seemed a bit unrealistic to me, but it didn't bother me enough to ruin the story. I liked Devon and Morgan's characters. You got the happy go lucky Devon and the more serious Morgan. A nice mix if you are going to be with two men. And we get a little glimpse of Jack, Lex and Lily from book 2. ARC provided by NetGalley. (less)
“Confession” is a relatively short novella from Fox’s Bayfront Billionaires series, which can be read as a stand-alone (as I did, not having read any of the books from that series). It’s a pretty quick, fast-paced book with mostly action and less plot (as novellas often are). Fallon has just come back into town with a new look and has set her sights on her childhood friends, Devon and Morgan. Devon and Morgan, currently business partners- and often romantic partners in terms of threesomes, are back in town to talk about parting ways- both professionally and personally- after a threesome went too far a year before. The book focuses on whether Fallon bring them back together and get the relationship she has always wanted. Overall, the pace is good and the content is intense/full of “action” if you get my meaning. The plot leaves something to be desired, but this is often the case with novellas where everything is crammed in a short space. I found my eyes rolling at a few parts, especially when Devon and Morgan were being a bit ridiculous, but I still smiled/liked the ending. For fans of Fox’s work, this will be a fun/sexy addition to their library. Please note that I received an ARC from the publisher through netgalley. All opinions are my own.
Confession by Calista Fox A Bayfront Billionaire Novella Have you seen the movie Sabrina? This hot little novella reminded me a BIT of the movie except the two men in this novella were not brothers AND in both men got the girl rather than just one of them. Hot scenes, a woman who knew what she wanted, and friends that liked to share with a finish that made them all happy. I have to say that the story was SHORT so there was not much character development but if you like Calista Fox or want a mfm story to read quickly then this is probably a good choice for you. Thank you to NetGalley and St. Martin’s Press for the ARC. This is my honest review. 3.5 Stars