Invitations: Part One Box Set

By Isabelle Drake

Invitations: Part One Box Set

Now or Never

Dressed as a sex slave and hiding behind a mask, Emily arrives at a costume party ready to make a former co-worker pay for not noticing her lush curves.

Emily grabs the opportunity to make a former co-worker she fantasised about before leaving for the US Peace Corps pay for not noticing her lush curves. Her goal—blow his mind with her sex slave seduction and leave him aching for more.

Wearing a borrowed costume and mask, Daniel accepts the offer of a woman eager to show him what she can do with the sheer scarves she's untying from her waist. His goal—make sure the woman undressing for him knows how incredible she is and understands that he isn't a one-night-only kind of man.

Dare Me

A hotel bed, two pairs of handcuffs, coils of rope and a body builder with a naughty plan—can Kitty Maar handle it all?

Kitty Maar's secret identity as Kelly M—the ultra-adventurous sexploitation blogger—is the result of Kitty's overactive imagination.

Her outrageous tales of hooking up with the hottest guys in DC, attending parties at the most exclusive addresses, and joining in on spontaneous ménages at political fundraisers are the talk of Washington. So when she makes plans with Damian Markos, he's expecting a true sexual wildcat.

Damian's secret plan is to surprise Kitty with an evening so intense it will test even her sexual boundaries. It isn't easy coming up with something the city's most notorious man-hunter might not have already done, but he has connections that run deep in DC's inner circles.

Damian is determined to show Kitty that he's the only man she needs to satisfy her every need. Kitty is crazy about Damian, but will she be able to accept the sexual challenge he has planned for her?

Shameless

Pretending to be a tourist from England while at an exclusive penthouse party, Jenn steps into a trap set by a hot cop with cool-green eyes.

Jenn Davidsen knows the only way to get a guy is to go out and look for one. But what's a woman to do when she has nowhere to go? Get creative, that's what.

When an invitation to an exclusive penthouse party comes across the fax machine at the boutique hotel where Jenn works, she takes it for herself even though the invitation is meant for a guest. Once there, she takes the advice of a friend—she pretends to be someone else. Her fake accent and made-up personality make her the centre of attention.

Liam Wallace doesn't like to make the same mistake twice. So when an actress he once worked with—a woman who's been at the centre of his sizzling daydreams for months—shows up at a party, he puts a plan in motion. This time he isn't going to stop until her gets Jenn right where he wants her—in his arms and in his bed.

Reader advisory: These books contain scenes of mild BDSM.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Totally Bound Publishing
• Release date: May 21, 2019
• ISBN: 9781786864918

Isabelle Drake

Isabelle Drake got her start writing confession stories for pulp magazines like True Confessions and True Love. Since publishing those first few stories she has written in multiple genres, earned an MFA in Creative Writing and became an English & Writing Professor.When away from her keyboard, she watches films, especially classic noir, horror and romance, and reads (of course). An avid traveler, she'll go just about anywhere--at least once--to meet people and get ideas.Find Isabelle as Isabelle Drake on Facebook, Youtube and Goodreads & @isabelledrake on Instagram, Twitter and Tumblr & isadrake on Snapchat.

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Invitations

Now or Never

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INVITATIONS: PART ONE

Now or Never

Dare Me

Shameless

ISABELLE DRAKE

Invitations: Part One

ISBN # 978-1-78686-491-8

©Copyright Isabelle Drake 2012

Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright November 2012

Interior text design by Claire Siemaszkiewicz

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NOW OR NEVER

Book one in the Invitations series

Dressed as a sex slave and hiding behind a mask, Emily arrives at a costume party ready to make a former co-worker pay for not noticing her lush curves.

Emily grabs the opportunity to make a former co-worker she fantasised about before leaving for the US Peace Corps pay for not noticing her lush curves. Her goal—blow his mind with her sex slave seduction and leave him aching for more.

Wearing a borrowed costume and mask, Daniel accepts the offer of a woman eager to show him what she can do with the sheer scarves she’s untying from her waist. His goal—make sure the woman undressing for him knows how incredible she is and understands that he isn’t a one-night-only kind of man.

Dedication

For Tanya. Thanks for your support…and for calling me sassy.

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Chapter One

Emily climbed the gritty Metro steps, then slipped to the side of the packed Georgetown sidewalk and for the third time since leaving her apartment peeked into her magenta satin bag. Of course, everything was still there—two short coils of soft, white rope, a black scarf and her phone. Along with the two lavender-coloured scarves tied around her waist, she had everything she needed.

Her ringtone hit the air just as she was about to tug the drawstring tight. She pulled her cell out, checking the display as she headed south towards the Potomac. Hey, Jenn.

Where are you?

She held the phone close to her ear, doing her best to block out the rumble of traffic. Georgetown.

Duh. Are you at the party?

Talking to her best friend meant she could tell the truth. "If I was there, I wouldn’t have answered. Rushing forward to catch the crosswalk light, Emily added, I’m about six blocks from Gino’s now."

Then what’s all that noise?

It’s Friday night. What do you expect?

"Oh my God—you’re on the street. You didn’t take a cab?"

Why would I take a cab? she replied, hopping up the kerb.

Are you wearing—wearing…

My costume? Emily glanced down at the silky combination of lavender, yellow and pink. Tiny bells jangled from her slippers and her skin flashed in the golden rays of early evening autumn sun. Sure, I’m wearing it. It’s DC, nothing is too scandalous.

But…

Laughing, Emily imagined Jenn’s expression. It’s no big deal.

That top is so low and with that half corset on—

Emily glanced down. Jenn was right—she knew because she’d designed the outfit to show off what Emily had recently realised was the best she had to offer—her double Ds—and disguise what she still considered her fatal flaw—her too curvy hips. The layers of long, sheer fabric floated around her legs, leaving everything to the imagination.

Looking like a sex slave had been the exact point of the outfit but she hadn’t completely lost her mind. I have the jacket buttoned for now. It was true, she did, but still she’d noticed more than a few heads turn when she made her way down the sidewalk.

Oh. Okay.

Emily grinned at Jenn’s obvious relief. Stop worrying about me. She turned off M and headed up a steep side street, garnering more glances as the bells jingled. I have everything under control. I know what I’m doing.

So you keep saying. Over and over. Is it me or yourself you’re trying to convince?

Emily veered around a cluster of soccer kids, then paused next to a mailbox, adjusting one of her delicate shoes. I’ve got my mind made up. I’m not backing out now.

But what if—

I’ll never have a chance like this again. I’ll get what I want and Randy will never know it was me. Nobody ends up hurt. See? It’s perfect.

Nothing but silence came across the line, until Jenn finally conceded. Okay, I guess. But be careful.

She would to a point, but it was probably being too careful that had been the problem all along. I thought you creative types were supposed to be wild. Emily waited for a trio of moms with overloaded strollers to glide past then pushed away from the mailbox. All I have to do is look for the sultan with the green and blue sash and obnoxious gold brocade-trimmed tunic.

And call me first thing in the morning.

Emily agreed to give her friend most of the details, then clicked off and marched towards Gino’s, tucking the ties of the pink and lavender veil that covered her slim mask behind her ears as she went. There was absolutely no going back now.

Randall Kentworth didn’t stand a chance.

* * * *

Gino, do I really have to keep this mask on? Daniel Warren tapped the grey mask Gino had forced on him as soon as he’d crossed his threshold.

Yes, it’s my only rule.

Daniel made a show of scanning the crowded room. Only?

Okay… Gino flashed his famous grin. The mask and the costume.

"And that guests stick to the theme…"

Okay, I get your point. There are rules. Gino raised his bourbon. But so what? Everyone loves it.

Daniel smirked, gazing across the boisterous crowd—all dressed according to the assigned theme of Hot Desert Nights. There were handfuls of women in different variations of skimpy skirts and tiny tops that must have been their interpretation of what harem girls wore, some guys in WWII British army uniforms and several people dressed in traditional African clothing.

What do you have to complain about? Thanks to Randall you didn’t even have to get a costume together.

Daniel ran his hands over the white satin shirt and tugged on the green and blue sash holding up the deep green, full-legged pants, which gathered tightly at the ankle. "A sultan? Why am I not surprised that Kentworth would pick this for his costume?"

Gino nodded downward, a wicked grin pulling on his mouth. The slippers are the best part.

Daniel followed his friend’s gaze, cringing as he looked at his size twelve feet encased in pointy golden slippers.

Good God.

His loss is your gain, so shut up and have a good time. Gino finished his drink. And because Randall made such an enormous deal about his costume being perfectly authentic, everyone in DC will think you’re him…so if you make an ass of yourself…

Daniel laughed, lifting his beer. I could see this as my chance to get back at him for every arrogant, asinine thing he ever said. And did. Tempting yes, but that would take all night and you know that’s not my style.

Just an option if you get bored, Gino said, setting his empty glass on a nearby table before continuing. One more thing, do at least try not to look as though you’re pining.

Fuck off, Daniel replied, then, unable to help himself asked, You sure Emily isn’t coming?

Sorry to disappoint but I’m sure. Jenn says she’s not due back from her Peace Corps stint until next month. Stepping into the crowd, he added over his shoulder, There are plenty more here. Go find one.

* * * *

As always, the crowd was either inside Gino’s place or out in the back yard. Gino knew how to keep the Georgetown neighbours happy—no drunks out front. Noise was acceptable, but they didn’t want to have to explain anything naughty to their kids. Or clean up messes. or worse yet, see their neighbourhood on television or in the newspapers. Scandal in the DC area was wonderful, as long as it involved someone else.

To keep track of the occasional few partygoers who got out of control, Gino always had a man by the door, checking invitations and keeping the peace. Tonight’s doorman wore only a black mask and a pair of loose-fitting, beige linen drawstring pants. No doubt the man’s massive chest and arms deterred anyone who was even thinking of misbehaving.

Invitation, please.

Emily handed over the elaborate card Jenn’s temporary administrative assistant had willingly given up and waited while the blue-eyed, bare-chested muscleman looked for the woman’s name on the list on his clipboard.