On the run from her abusive fiancé, ER doctor Mallory Bryant arrives at her sister’s Connecticut resort desperate to restore balance to her life. At first, Mallory is wary of Max Spencer, the martial arts trainer acting as her bodyguard—until he introduces her to a craving so intense she wants nothing more than to surrender to his touch. As one of Club Inferno’s most skilled Doms, Max enjoys taking Mallory to the heights of pleasure. But when her violent past catches up with her, Max knows what he must do: draw her closer than ever before.
Reeling from a disastrous love affair, plus-size model and budding fashion designer Anya Litton needs a place to lick her wounds and plan her next career move. At Club Inferno, Anya quickly connects with Clint Reyes, who unleashes her deepest longings over nights of burning passion. But it’s Anya who has her master begging for more when she pushes the limits of desire. As their relationship ignites into a contest of wills—and a jealous rival plots against them both—the wrong move could end it all . . . because taking control means total abandon.
Colleen Bryant has built an empire that caters to an elite crowd, but now she wants something a bit more ordinary: a man to love. She’s just not sure who will accept the kinks that drive her wild—until her old flame, ex–pro football player Chase Fairwood, comes back into her life. Chase knows he’s tough enough to play Colleen’s games. His return to Club Inferno reignites her scorching demands, and soon he’s competing against another Dom to brand Colleen as his own. But Chase has a secret weapon: the all-consuming desire to offer his body, and his heart, in sweet surrender.
Praise for the Club Inferno series
“Heroines and readers alike will find every wish and every heart’s desire come true at Club Inferno.”—Award-winning author Cecilia Tan
“Jamie K. Schmidt’s Heat burns with red-hot sex scenes and thrills with a passionate and wonderfully tender love story. Enter the world of Club Inferno and be very, very satisfied!”—Laura Moore, author of the Silver Creek series
“In writing both sensual and sexy, Schmidt knows how to fulfill readers’ desires. . . . [She] definitely caters to those who like thrills. Supported by engaging characters and a layered story line, [Longing] is highly recommended.”—Library Journal
“Don’t miss Fever, the sexy and intense conclusion to a fabulous series that’s hot enough to set your e-reader on fire. Club Inferno is one playground you’ll never want to leave!”—USA Today bestselling author Stacey Kennedy
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After two months of running, Mallory Bryant gave up. She was sick of vending machine food and waking up in terror every night wondering if the LSD-laced Ecstasy tab David shoved down her throat had done permanent damage.
She was sick of crying during Dr. Phil. Sick of staring out the window, afraid that David was going to find her. And Mallory was terrified that when he did, this time he would not stop until she was as strung out as he was. But most of all, her mother had slapped down the ultimatum: Go to your sister or come back home to Nevada. The fact that her mother would even consider Colleen a viable source of responsibility showed how worried she really was.
“David is concerned. You should talk to him. Make up your silly fight. Don’t make me come up there and hunt you down,” she said, not knowing that David was the reason why she ran away. The bruises faded after a few weeks—at least the ones on the outside.
She was sick of being his victim.
There was no way in hell she was getting on a plane to Nevada. Not only did David know where her parents lived, they probably would invite him down for a reunion. Every time Mallory tried to tell her mother about that awful night, she couldn’t find the words. She’d been lying to everyone for so long, saying how wonderful her life was, that Mallory couldn’t backtrack.
“David is a drug addict.”
Mallory practiced saying it aloud in the hotel room but flinched at the accusation behind those words.
“David is addicted to drugs.”
That sounded more sanitized. Less raw. She could hide the emotion behind that.
“He beat me.”
Mallory’s voice shook.
“He hit me.” She tried to sound casual, but the fear tremored on the surface.
“David has anger management issues. We’ve had problems. We’re taking a break from each other.”
Those all sounded better. They sounded like she was in control. If she was in control, she could go to Colleen. It wasn’t as if she had much choice. Mallory was broke. Her credit cards were maxed. Her job probably wrote her off a month ago. She didn’t dare call to check. She was afraid of what story David had told to explain her absence.
As she repacked her meager belongings into the battered duffel bag, Mallory wished she had taken the time to pack when she left home. But when she woke up after the hallucinations and the nightmares, she’d panicked. David had been passed out and she wanted out of there before he regained consciousness.
“Let me introduce you to my friend, Molly,” he’d said, pouncing on her as she came in from working a double shift.
Exhausted, she wasted precious escape time just looking at him in confusion. Did they have company? Who was Molly and what was she doing in their apartment at six in the morning? Then he kissed her. And for a moment, her heart lightened. They had been fighting for so long about everything: his hours working on court cases; her hours in the emergency room; his drug use; her nagging; his slapping her when she said she wasn’t happy and wanted to leave; his begging her to stay with the promise to get himself together. When he held her tight against him, she almost forgave him. It had been so nice to be hugged after a long shift.
Then his tongue pushed the fizzy tab into her mouth and fought to keep it there.
Stupid Mallory—you’re a doctor, for chrissakes.
David had shoved an Ecstasy tab into her mouth. She fought him, but he was stronger. He slammed her into the wall when she tried to kick at him. Mallory cut her lip on his teeth trying to get away. It hadn’t taken long for the pill to dissolve.
“You asshole!” she raged and tried to get to the bathroom to throw it up. Mallory fought him tooth and nail. He tossed her around the room, tackling her to keep her with him.
“You need the energy. You’re dead tired. We never go out and do anything. Kids do this all the time. Let’s go to a rave! I feel ten years younger. I feel like I could fly.”
But it wasn’t just MDMA in the tab. She could have told him that when you’re dealing with an illegal substance, the quality control isn’t there. The tabs he bought had been cut with some hallucinogen. David started dancing around their living room, slapping at the bugs he thought were crawling all over him.
Mallory knew what was happening. She tried to hold on to the logical part of her brain that whispered, “This isn’t real.” But in the end, she hid under the bed to get away from the demon that was chasing her with a butcher knife and slashing the bedsheets and curtains to ribbons of blood.
So yeah, the next morning, making sure she had seven pairs of clean underwear wasn’t high on her list. She wanted out before David woke up. For the next few weeks, Mallory went from motel to motel, at first only staying overnight before running to the next one. Then she stayed a week at a time, trying to figure out just what the heck she was going to do. She cried a lot, screamed into the pillow, and threw tantrums that would put a toddler to shame. She watched daytime television to the point where she learned more about DNA paternity tests than she had in eight years of college and med school. Two months was a long time to feel sorry for yourself. Mallory was ready to try and get her life back, even if that meant running to Colleen.
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