The Initiation Of Isabella

By Jenna Ives

What if a case of mistaken identity allowed you to experience your wildest sexual fantasies?

Isabella Tallin has pledged herself to Sigma Iomega Nu. She knows sorority initiations are notoriously secretive affairs, but when a gorgeous guy in a sexy red convertible arrives at the designated street corner to pick her up, she can’t believe he’s part of tonight’s rite...

Logan Sommers can’t believe the innocent-looking girl waiting for him is the sexually jaded woman who’s paid his company, Fantasies Fulfilled, to indulge her hottest fantasies. But the pickup location was clear - and she mentions both his sister Diane and the other men she'd ordered - so he whisks her away for a wickedly sensual night of bondage, ménage and more!

EDITORIAL REVIEWS:
An intensely erotic, yet surprisingly touching story – Fallen Angel Reviews

This one is not to be missed – Whipped Cream Erotic Romance Reviews

A great, completely arousing and scorching hot story – Erotic Romance Reader

A red hot read that will keep you squirming in your seat as you furiously flip its pages – Two Lips reviews

Readers looking for a believable set up for a steamy erotic fantasy should find THE INITIATION OF ISABELLA just the diversion they are looking for. – Love Romance & More

Jenna Ives makes college sorority initiation oh so appealing with this scorcher of a story – Romance Junkies

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jenna Ives
• Release date: Feb 16, 2017
• ISBN: 9781370952359

Jenna Ives

Jenna Ives has the typical problem that affects a lot of modern authors — multiple personality disorder. She writes for several publishers under a variety of names, but mostly the reason is to keep her poor sainted mother (who used to read sweet Harlequin novels) from having a heart attack over how sexy modern romances have become!And Jenna certainly DOES write sexy...

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Chapter One

Isabella Tallin was handcuffed and blindfolded.

What the hell was going on?

Okay, so she’d pledged the Sigma Iomega Nu sorority—and everyone knew that sorority initiations were secret, mysterious affairs. But this? This went completely beyond anything she could have imagined.

Or did it?

She took a deep breath.

Start the story at the beginning, Bella...

Right. This afternoon, she’d gotten a call from Diane, one of her would-be sorority sisters. Diane had instructed her to wait at the corner of Main and Elm streets at eight o’clock, where Isabella would be picked up. Nothing more than that. Isabella couldn’t even get a clue out of her as to how to dress. But Sigma Iomega Nu was a well-respected sorority—no deadly drinking binges or wooden-paddle spanking rituals for them. Other sororities, sure. She’d heard the stories just like everybody else. But Sigma Iomega Nu? Not a chance. Any initiation they came up with would be tame by comparison.

At least that’s what she’d thought this afternoon…

After Diane’s cryptic phone call, Isabella had stared into her closet, debating what to wear. Her roommate Jenny, who couldn’t be bothered with snotty sororities as she called them, had recommended a basic, ready-for-anything outfit of T-shirt, jeans and sneakers, but Bella knew Sigma Iomega Nu girls were sticklers about their preppy attire, so she finally decided on a simple white blouse, plaid skirt and sensible shoes. She’d hoped her future sorority sisters weren’t planning to drop her and her fellow pledges somewhere in the wilderness and make them find their way back home, but just in case, she’d also thrown her trusty Swiss army knife into her purse.

It was better to be prepared for anything, right?

After Jenny had dropped her off at eight o’clock, Isabella had been surprised to find herself the only person waiting on the designated street corner. Where were the other girls? Were they all being picked up from different locations? That seemed odd, but Diane had been explicit about her instructions.

She’d glanced at the street sign. Yep, Main and Elm. Hmm.

Isabella had just started re-running Diane’s phone conversation in her head when a sleek, cherry-red convertible cruised around the corner and pulled to a stop right in front of her.

With the sexiest guy she’d ever seen sitting behind the wheel.

His hair was black as night and slightly mussed, as if the wind had tangled it while he’d been driving. His face was all classic lines—straight nose, square chin, and full, sensual lips. His eyes were a deep, dramatic blue, and she actually felt a little short of breath as those eyes blatantly took their time looking her up and down.

Oh. My. God. He was drop-dead gorgeous. Who on earth was he, and what was he doing here?

Get in, he’d said with a jerk of his head.

Her eyes had nearly bugged out of their sockets in surprise, and she’d actually turned to look over her shoulder in case he was speaking to someone else. But no. She was the only one here.

He wanted her to get in his car? There must be some mistake.

"Um…hi. Cool car. But you can’t possibly be here to pick me up? The disbelief was clear in her voice, even though she’d tried her best to sound casual. But when he’d actually nodded his head, she couldn’t stop herself from sputtering, But—but where are the others?"

He gave her an enigmatic smile and dropped his voice to the deepest, sexiest murmur she’d ever heard in her life. Don’t worry. They’re waiting for you.

Her legs had almost given out at that point. Dear God. That voice. That mouth. His sinful smile turned her knees to jelly and she’d swallowed hard. But—

He’d leaned across the seat, stretched out a long, muscular arm, and opened the door for her. Get in.

He’d said that her fellow pledges were waiting, so obviously he’d been sent to take her somewhere. This was all legit, even if what was happening wasn’t exactly clear to her yet. But then, initiation rites were never clear, right? That was the whole point. They were shrouded in mystery. Secrecy. She’d swallowed, still hesitant. Call her overly cautious, or even downright paranoid, but no girl in her right mind would get into a car with a man she didn’t know, even if she did have a Swiss army knife in her purse.

Because a fat lot of good a tiny fold-up blade would be if Mr. Sexy here wanted to overpower her.

Um. Just to be clear… she said. "You’re supposed to meet me here, at the corner of Elm and Main, at eight o’clock, as set up by Diane, right?"

He’d cocked his head, and given her a surprised look. Yes. Diane arranged this. I’m here at the agreed time and place. This is all part of tonight’s agenda. It’s what you want, isn’t it?

Well, yes. She wanted to be part of Sigma Iomega Nu, and he seemed to know her future sorority sister. So this must be okay. Everything was legit.

Okay, then…

Taking a deep breath, she’d made her decision and slid into the passenger seat. He’d nodded his approval and pulled slowly away from the curb.

Can you at least tell me where we’re going?

He shook his head. You know the rules, he’d replied in that deep, rich voice. No questions.

Yes, those damn initiation rules. No questions. Isabella had bitten her lip and kept quiet.

With nothing else to do while they drove, she’d covertly studied Mr. Sexy’s perfect profile. In addition to his black hair, blue eyes and that luscious mouth, it looked like he had the perfect body to match. His navy blue polo shirt stretched across a broad chest, the short sleeves giving her a good view of his muscular arms. His tight black jeans outlined his slim hips and long legs. His fingers rested with casual control on the steering wheel, and made her wonder what they’d feel like on her body.

She’d shivered slightly, remembering the way he’d boldly looked her over on the street corner. He was pure sex on wheels, as her roommate Jenny would say. And this guy was literally sex on wheels—a gorgeous