Lacey's Game

By Shiloh Walker

Lacey Morgan is fed up and heartbroken. Her boyfriend Brogan is all about control and she’s all about breaking through his barriers. Except she can’t seem to do it. Unwilling to settle for only part of him, she takes off, figuring it’s better that way. After all, half of a relationship is worse than none. She settles in with her best friend, hot and sexy photographer Lou, figuring she’ll lick her wounds and give her heart time to heal.
Finding Lacey gone is a punch to the gut. Finding her with another guy is even worse. She isn’t interested in listening to what he has to say, though. Not unless he’s willing to strip himself bare and give up pieces of himself that died long ago.
Brogan can’t do that. Or so he thinks. Lacey and Lou have other plans, a hot, torrid night, some hot, sexy pictures... Lacey is determined to show Brogan a new way of seeing things.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shiloh Walker
• Release date: Jun 17, 2019
• ISBN: 9780463425312

Shiloh Walker

Shiloh Walker has been writing since she was a kid. She fell in love with vampires with the book Bunnicula and has worked her way up to the more...ah...serious works of fiction. She loves reading and writing anything paranormal, anything fantasy, and nearly every kind of romance. Once upon a time she worked as a nurse, but now she writes full time and lives with her family in the Midwest. She writes paranormal and contemporary romance, as well as romantic suspense.

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Lacey’s Game

Lacey Morgan is fed up and heartbroken.

Her boyfriend Brogan is all about control and she’s all about breaking through his barriers. Except she can’t seem to do it. Unwilling to settle for only part of him, she takes off, figuring it’s better that way. After all, half of a relationship is worse than none. She settles in with her best friend, hot and sexy photographer Lou, figuring she’ll lick her wounds and give her heart time to heal.

Finding Lacey gone is a punch to the gut. Finding her with another guy is even worse. She isn’t interested in listening to what he has to say, though. Not unless he’s willing to strip himself bare and give up pieces of himself that died long ago.

Brogan can’t do that. Or so he thinks. Lacey and Lou have other plans, a hot, torrid night, some hot, sexy pictures… Lacey is determined to show Brogan a new way of seeing things.

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Lacey’s Game

Romance Erotica With a Ménage Twist

Shiloh Walker

Chapter One

I know you love him.

Seated in a little hole-in-the-wall diner known for its messy, amazing burgers and cold, cheap beer, Lacey Morgan propped her head against her upraised palm. She wasn’t in the mood for this.

She recognized the tone in Rocki’s voice. She already knew where the conversation was headed and she really didn’t want to go down this road again.

"Rocki. Don’t. Okay? Just don’t. I don’t want to do this right now. Or…you know…ever."

Her best friend just stared at her. Without saying a word.

Rocki wouldn’t let it go, not as easy as that. She was a bulldog when it came to her friends.

Lacey sighed and leaned back in her seat. Could she get away with ordering a drink at eleven in the morning? Lips pursed, she debated it, but only for a minute. It was her day off. Why the hell not.

After she’d ordered a rum and Coke, she looked back at Rocki, who continued to sit there, watching her with a patient look on her face. She’d wait forever too, if she had to. Rocki was good about that sort of thing.

Can’t you just let it go? Lacey stared out the window, but she wasn’t seeing the bright autumn sunshine filtering down through the trees, she didn’t see the shoppers coming and going. No, she was remembering last night. The entire scene was like a fist in her heart—no, a knife, straight through the ribs and twisting around inside her, a perfect strike. It was a wonder she was still breathing.

Why did she do this to herself?

Why did she let him do it?

You know I can’t, Rocki said, leaning forward and catching Lacey’s hand. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anybody look more heartbroken than you did last night. And that bastard doesn’t even see it. He won’t even look.

Brogan doesn’t want to see it. She fell silent as the waitress appeared with her drink and waited until the woman disappeared before she closed her hands around it. The food she’d ordered sat untouched in front of her. She knew she should eat, but she couldn’t.

I can tell that. Rocki leaned back, the cheap vinyl seats squeaking beneath her. Baby, why do you let him do this?

Good question.

Staring into her drink, she wished she had some sort of answer to give her best friend. But she couldn’t even explain it to herself.

In her mind’s eye, she saw him again. They’d been dancing, although she had known something was already bothering him. She’d left to go to the bathroom and when she came back, she’d seen him talking to Grace.

Five minutes later, he left with Grace and it had hit her like a backhanded slap, that careless, thoughtless cruelty.

They weren’t exclusive although she’d damn well never tell him she hadn’t been with anybody but him in well over a year. Still, they’d made plans to meet there—he’d never once made plans with her and then gone off with another woman.

The hurt and the humiliation had twisted inside her, dark and awful and angry.

She didn’t know why he’d done it, but the why didn’t matter. He’d done it and she couldn’t get past it.

Shifting her gaze up, she stared at Rocki. Cole, Rocki’s fiancé, wouldn’t ever do that to her… He’d never hurt his woman that way. But Brogan hadn’t had any problems doing it.

And if it struck him to do it again, he would. Once Brogan got an idea in his head, then he wasn’t going to deviate from it. She knew it as well as she knew her own name. Brogan did pretty much whatever in the hell Brogan wanted, and screw whomever it hurt. He’d even told her that…before.

He’s never done it to me, though. Not to me. Not like this. Not like this. There had been little things, how he never let her sleep at his place, how he kept her at a distance, but he’d never been…such an ass before.

A soft sigh hitched in her throat and she groaned. I can’t cry here. Not here.

You can’t help that you love him, Rocki said, gripping Lacey’s hand in her own. "And I know that you do. But sooner or later, you have to stop waiting for him. You have to stop thinking about how much you love him and look at how much he hurts you."

Rocki shifted her eyes down at the lingering bruises on Lacey’s wrists and murmured, And I’m not talking about the kinky shit you all play in your bedroom, either. If you want to get your freak on, I don’t care. But what he did last night, you know it’s wrong. If Cole did that to me, what would you be saying?

A faint grin curved Lacey’s mouth. Not a damn thing. I’d be too busy clawing my boots out of his throat.

Well, then. Rocki twined their fingers together and squeezed. You know this isn’t good for you.

Lacey looked away. Swallowing the knot in her throat, she tried not to show the misery she felt inside. Wished she didn’t feel it at all. But she needed to let herself feel, and more, she had to let herself think—now, right now, while the hurt was still fresh.

He’d been in one of his moods, and she’d known it. Part of her had even been a little excited because Brogan in one of his moods was a heady, sexy thing. But he hadn’t taken her home. He’d left with Grace, as he always did when he swung into one of those darker mindsets.

Lacey was his fun-time, feel-good