The Seduction Game Complete Series

By Nicole Jennings

Bundled in this novel is the first three stories in The Seduction Game, Rock Star Edition, Baseball Star Edition, Movie Star Edition, and culminates with the End Game.

Sarah and Amy have been playing the seduction game since college, bringing rich, desirable men to their knees. Living the life that most only dream about. A tattoo'd, international Rockstar shows Sarah the time of her life after a show. After that the girls take the game on the road to baseball spring training so Amy can seduce an up and coming Baseball Star. After that the girls attempt to seduce a couple of Movie Stars, but Sarah struggles with the game.

She confesses to Amy that the Rock Star is coming back into town and wants to see her again. This goes against the game. She's worried he won't like the real Sarah, but Amy convinces her to go. Sarah must decide if she is willing to give up the seduction game lifestyle to follow her heart and her Rock Star.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Nicole Jennings
• Release date: May 16, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310644672

Nicole Jennings

A creative mind is never at peace unless it's creating. Nicole Jennings has many outlets for her creativity, one of her favorite things to do is write. When she is not writing, you can oftentimes find her behind a canvas of paint, hiking, biking, or going on a walk with her dog.

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The Seduction Game

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Complete Series

By: Nicole Jennings

Copyright 2014 Nicole Jennings

Table of Contents

Rock Star

Baseball Star

Movie Star

End Game

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Rock Star Edition

Ah there it is, that look that tells me I have sealed the deal. Sometimes this is just too easy, if you know how to play the game right.

You’ve set your goals too high, Sarah. This one is out of reach, even for you. Amy leans in to speak in my ear but she’s missing the eye contact he keeps making with me.  Instead, she’s focused on sloshing the last of the contents in her glass around with a pout.

Our eyes meet from afar. His gaze travels over my body and before long, those brilliant blue eyes of his settle back on mine. The pulse pounds in my veins almost like it’s keeping with the tempo of the bass. Heat rises over my chest and makes its way into my face causing me to blush. I give a shy sideways smile, and glance away to respond to my best friend.

I think you may be wrong this time. I can’t look, is he still watching me? My hand grips her arm for support, probably a little too hard.

She looks up and laughs out loud. Well, if you’re the reason Mr. Hard Ass is wearing that Cheshire cat grin, I retract my previous statement. Go get ‘em girl. I’m gonna go get a refill, want one?

Sure, My glass is taken from my hands without my need to respond to her.

From stage, the bronze haired, tattooed, rock star can’t see the audience when the spotlights are shining in his face. This is a little known fact that only someone who has stepped on a stage and had those ultra-hot halogen lights pointed at them would know.

I garnered this knowledge from my theater days in high school, and college. It’s like staring at someone walking into the sunset. Sure you can see them, but only as a dark mysterious figure.

Ah the good ol’ days of theater. Being pursued by the male lead, pressed up against the wall moments before your queue. Velvet drapes concealing roaming hands and stolen kisses, while friends and family await your great act. The stage is where I learned the art of seduction. I’m still perfecting my craft today.

While the spotlight is on there is no need to even look on stage, I lose myself in the atmosphere letting the alcohol move my body in time with the music. I wiggle my butt and jump around, releasing some of my pent up energy.

When the spotlight turns off, that’s when I look at the stage, still dancing, but more seductive now. His eyes meet mine and I purse my lips, he smiles back at me and nods his head.

Amy comes back with a couple of drinks and hands me one. In her best Steve Irwin voice she jokes, Tonight’s target is a gorgeous specimen of a rock star, currently on stage performing to an audience of a few thousand.

Crikey, he’s a beaut, I chime in.

The muscles in his forearm flex as he tosses his guitar around on stage. I can only imagine the tenacity he will have in tossing me around later tonight, and my breathing kicks up a notch. He notices and smirks at me when he catches me biting my bottom lip, trying to contain the excitement.

To us. A grin spreads across her face and our glasses clink in celebration.

To sexy Rock Gods, I correct her.

Amy has been my partner in crime for longer than I can remember. We grew up together. When we started noticing boys, we began to learn how to handle them properly to get what we wanted.

So what’s the plan for tonight? Amy knows I always have a plan.

It’s all about placing yourself in the right place at the right time. The corner of my mouth twitches up and I lean in to divulge our secret. My eyes stay trained on my target though, as I speak in her ear.

The band is doing a meet and greet after the show, so let’s meander around for a while. We can find the tour bus after the meet and greet so it doesn’t seem like we’ve been standing there the whole time.

She nods knowingly and glances up at the stage. I follow her gaze.

Are there any prospects for me tonight? she asks.

I think the drummer is married, but aside from him, go for it.

He’s not my type anyway, she says with a shrug and bobs her head to the music letting her onyx hair fly. If she were not my best friend I’d be jealous of her flowing locks. Instead, I throw my arm over her shoulder and dance with her.

Gyrating bodies jostling together for a closer position to the stage, push the temperature close to ninety degrees. The stench of sweat and alcohol permeates my senses.

Perspiration forms on my Rock Star’s forehead and strands of his mussed hair begin to adhere to it. Yet he remains charismatic on stage, pouring his heart out into his music. His hands fly over the guitar strings like they are lovers. He knows every inch of her body and knows how to make her sing.

About the time that I begin to regret wearing a corset style top, Amy lifts her hair from her neck and fans herself to cool down. I place my frosty cold glass on her neck and she coos in response. Oh that’s amazing. Keep going. She waves her hand in encouragement.

Me next. I turn my back to her and pull my hair off my neck. The cold sensation of the glass off my burning skin makes me shiver.

He’s watching you, She leans in and whispers in my ear. The stage lights are off and he has backed away from the microphone playing a build-up guitar solo. I pretend not to notice, lowering my eyes and draping an arm over Amy’s shoulder, we sway with the music. Somehow I must control my breathing as my heart pounds against my chest with a nervous excitement.

Every time the stage lights are focused elsewhere, he is focused on me. Try as I might to not look at him, I keep drowning in the depths of those blue eyes.

Let’s move. Amy grabs my arm and pulls me away from the side of the stage and into an opening in the middle crowd. Shall we see if he can find you?

My eyebrows furrow in response and I glance at the stage, he’s no longer focused on anything. I’ve lost him and he’s lost me.

Sarah stop, he can’t very well pursue you from stage, but we can make him look for you. She grabs my hand and twirls me around causing an instant smile to pop up on my face.

That’s a good girl, now be sexy and stop pouting.

It takes far less time than I would have guessed for him to find our new position. He also repositions himself on the stage, now directing his attentions to the center crowd.

You’re right, you’re always right, I confirm. No guy is going to invite a crazed fan into a private part of his life. We can’t be seen at the front of the crowd for too long. He’s seen me, gotten a taste, had to look for me, and now it’s time to disappear.

He needs to feel like he’s hunting a bit himself. If the prey lies down and says eat me, the thrill of the chase is lost. Amy raises an eyebrow when I chuckle at my own inside joke.

One final glance at the stage and I notice the Rock Star has removed his button down shirt. Now he is left in a tight, wet, sleeveless shirt. One arm is completely covered in tattoos, and I can clearly see that his square chest is also inked.

He makes a move to throw his discarded shirt into the crowd and the female audience screams and shifts toward his direction. Someone elbows me in the ribs as she clamors for the chance to grab his sweat stained shirt.

My knee high three inch high boot heel comes down hard on her foot in retaliation but she’s already solving her way through the crowd.

What are you doing? I like this shirt, do you really think I’m going to toss it away? The Rock Star teases the crowd. The wife beater clings to his abs and reveals a delicious v of muscle dipping into his jeans.

Holy mother of God.

For the first time all evening, Amy and I are left in a relatively clear section of the dance floor. Come on, let’s go get a refill, I wave my small empty glass at my friend and she nods.

Sounds like a good idea, my ears are starting to ring from this bass.

What? I yell.

Exactly. She laughs and grabs my hand. He’s looking again, time to go. Amy is the best wingman a girl could want. I try to do the same for her when it’s her time to hunt.

Don’t get the wrong idea, we are not gold diggers, or sluts, we are just aware of the world. Neither of