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Flawed: An Ethan Frost Novel

Flawed: An Ethan Frost Novel

by Tracy Wolff

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The bestselling Ethan Frost series introduces a tantalizing new hero—and the broken woman only he can save. Discover why Beth Kery once declared that readers of Tracy Wolff will “fall in love under the spell of a master.”

When Tori Reed loses everything, he sets her free.

I told myself I’d never trust Miles Girard, no matter how brilliant or sexy he may be. His sister, Chloe—Ethan Frost’s wife—is my best friend, but I know just how low Miles will stoop to get what he wants. Now he’s the last thing I want: my boss.

Growing up, I had it all—except for the sense that I belonged. And when a mistake from my past surfaces in the press, my parents don’t hesitate to cut me off.

But surprisingly, Miles offers me a helping hand.

Before I know it, our relationship turns unprofessional in the hottest ways. Of course, he still drives me crazy. But when I’m dealt the ultimate blow, Miles is there for me. And maybe he’s the one I’ve been looking for all along.

Look for all of Tracy Wolff’s seductive reads:
The Ethan Frost series: RUINED | ADDICTED | EXPOSED | FLAWED
The Hotwired series: ACCELERATE
The Lightning series: DOWN & DIRTY | HOT & HEAVY | ROUGH & READY
The His Royal Hotness series: ROYAL PAIN | ROYAL TREATMENT
And her standalone novels: LOVEGAME | FULL EXPOSURE | TIE ME DOWN

Praise for Flawed

“This is the kind of romance you devour in one sitting. It’s addictive, sensual and worthy of any contemporary-lover’s library.”RT Book Reviews

“[In Wolff’s] fun fourth contemporary, linked to her Ethan Frost trilogy, a socialite fallen on hard times gets an unexpected hand up.”Publishers Weekly

“Readers of Wolff’s Ethan Frost series (RuinedAddictedExposed) will enjoy this well-written glimpse into the lives of some of the series’ other characters and follow-up on Chloe and Ethan. Tori is a strong but vulnerable character that readers will enjoy getting to know.”Library Journal

“Thanks, Ms. Wolff, for another amazing Ethan Frost book!”—Words We Love By

“This is my first Tracy Wolff novel. . . . Why did I not know about her? I am impressed! Tracy wrote Tori and Miles with such pizzazz that I had no choice but to keep turning the pages.”—Read-Love-Blog

“This story moved quickly and I found myself unable to put the book down.  Highly recommend this read! And get the rest of the books in the series while you’re at it!”—Books According to Abby

Includes an excerpt from another Loveswept title.

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Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781101884881
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/17/2017
Series: Ethan Frost , #4
Sold by: Random House
Format: NOOK Book
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 78,612
File size: 961 KB

About the Author

New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Tracy Wolff wrote her first short story—something with a rainbow and a prince—in second grade, around the same time she forayed into the wonderful world of girls lit with her first Judy Blume novel. By ten she’d read everything in the young adult and classics sections of her local bookstore, so in desperation her mom started her on romance novels. And from the first page of the first book, Tracy knew she’d found her life-long love. A one-time English professor with over fifty novels to her name, she now devotes most of her time to writing romance and dreaming up heroes. She lives in Austin, Texas, with her family.

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Chapter 1

“So, how rough do you like your sex?”

Not sure that the guy across from me actually said what I thought I heard, I lower my menu a little and peer over the top into the faded-blue eyes of Stephen Blake, mild-mannered accountant by day and—it appears—closet BDSM enthusiast by night.

“Excuse me?” I ask, keeping my voice deliberately vague just in case I did hear him wrong. We are only twenty minutes into our first date, after all. And it’s a blind date at that.

“I’m a fair to middling guy, myself. Some spanking, a cat-o’-nine-tails here and there, maybe a St. Andrew’s cross—with shackles, not handcuffs, because they don’t provide much room for my woman to squirm around when it hurts. Oh, and I do have a new bullwhip I’d like to try. Along with the standard nipple clamps and ball gags, of course.”

“Of course,” I answer, because who doesn’t like a good nipple clamp and ball gag?

Oh yeah. Me. I don’t like nipple clamps or ball gags. And while I don’t mind handcuffs when the mood is right, I sure as hell am not letting anyone near me with a bullwhip.

“And needles,” he continues, completely oblivious to the sarcasm in my answer.

“Needles.” I can’t believe this is happening.

“I’m into blood play,” he explains, mistaking my repetition of the word as a call for further clarification. “Nothing too severe, obviously, but needles through the nipples are definitely a favorite. No water sports, obviously—”

“Obviously.” Jesus Christ.

I reach for my glass of cranberry juice and down it in a couple of quick swallows, wishing even as I do that it were something stronger. This is what I get for trying to clean up my act. Stuck at a table with the nerd version of the Marquis de Sade in a navy-blue suit with a pin-striped tie and not even a drop of vodka to cushion the blow.

“And breath play. Have you ever tried it?” His own breath hitches a little as the subject visibly arouses him.

“There’s nothing quite like wrapping your hands around your partner’s throat while they come. Watching as their eyes go frantic at the lack of air, then a little glazed as they start to float away—”

“I have to go to the bathroom.” I stand up so fast my chair makes a screeching noise across the designer concrete floor of this very upscale restaurant that the “very serious, very nice” Stephen has taken me to.
“I bet.” He eyes me knowingly. “Do you want me to follow? I’m happy to take care of—”

“I’m good, thanks. I’ve been potty-trained since I was two.” I grab my clutch off the table then start to walk past him, but he grabs my wrist before I can take more than a couple of steps.

“Take a picture while you’re in there.” His voice has gone all dark and authoritarian—and definitely not in a sexy way. “And send it to me.”

Eeew. “Of me going to the bathroom?”

“Of you getting yourself off. That is what you’re going to do, right?” Before I know what he’s going to do, he’s pulled my hand into his lap and rested it on what turns out to be his not-very-impressive erection. Not that that is exactly a surprise. Then again, at this point in the date, I’m not sure anything could surprise me. “While you’re gone, I can get myself off to it right here.”

I squeeze hard enough to make him gasp—again, not in a good way—before twisting out of his grip and trying to pretend the thought of him jacking off to anything about me hasn’t scarred me for life. Then I reach for his untouched Jack and Coke and down it in one long gulp.

Tomorrow is soon enough to start cleaning up—if I’m over the trauma of this dinner by then, that is.

“Exciting, isn’t it?” he says when he can talk without squeaking. “When you’re done, take your panties off and bring them to me. I want to know what you smell like when you come.”

I nod jerkily as I walk toward the restroom—and then right past it and into the kitchen.

“Hey!” someone in a little white coat says, looking up. “You can’t be in here.”

Unfortunately, it’s not the right kind of little white coat—and there’s no straitjacket in sight. More’s the pity. Nice-guy Stephen could definitely use one.

Then again he might take it for some wild new BDSM fetish and ask me to photograph him as they strap him in . . . at this point, who the f*** knows? Either way, I’m not sticking around to find out.

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