Secret Desires Part 1: Secret Desires Series, #1

By E.J. Adams

Don't miss the steamy first installment in this hot new adult romance series. Secret Desires will draw you in and not let go!

Dylan Grant stood and looked out at the Hollywood Hills. He grinned. Wealth, power, and sex. Not a bad way to go through life, he thought to himself. Dylan Grant likes what his billions affords him. He likes getting whatever he wants. And he wants more than coffee and typed memos from his newly hired executive assistant.

Jessica Nichols is rather innocent and ordinary compared to the women that Dylan is used to sleeping with. But Dylan finds himself attracted to her. Jessica's appeal may be a mystery to him, but he is certain that he wants to seduce her. His timing may be perfect.

Jessica has recently moved to Los Angeles for a fresh start. It's not like her to go for bad boys, but will she end up finding a naughty side in the City of Angels?

She can't deny that Dylan Grant is handsome. Even alluring. Maybe it's his seductive dark eyes or his chiseled features. Whatever it is, Jessica is drawn like a moth to a flame.

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• Language: English
• Publisher: E.J. Adams Romance
• Release date: May 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386065166

E.J. Adams

E.J. Adams is the author of several successful Steamy Contemporary Romance series, with over 500,000 eBooks downloaded to date.  She is a romantic at heart and likes her characters to find their Happily Ever After. Her books offer moments of drama, humor, and heartache along the way. E.J.’s leading men are strong, but flawed, males. Her leading women are sweet, smart, and independent. E.J. writes romance you can get swept up by and takes you away.

Book preview

CHAPTER 1

Dylan Grant

Dylan Grant woke early and rubbed his temple. He would need aspirin and a strong cup of coffee. He slid Heather's arm off of him and climbed out of bed. It had been a wild night. What he could remember of it.

The sun shone brightly through Dylan's custom, sliding glass panel doors of his master bedroom. Through them, he had an expansive view of downtown Los Angeles. He loved the view from high up in the Hollywood Hills. From every glass paneled room in his house, he had a view of either L.A., the Hills, or Runyon Canyon. One corner of the house even had a clear view of the iconic Griffith Park Observatory.

When his parents questioned why he didn't live in Beverly Hills like the rest of the family, Dylan had responded that he had chosen the home for the spectacular views. He had purchased his 7,500 square foot home for close to twelve million dollars a few months back – less than one percent of his billions. It was in Outpost Estates, a celebrity-filled enclave of the Hollywood Hills.

He liked having A-list celebrities for neighbors. It was  glamorous. While a young billionaire titan of industry, Dylan Grant liked to party like a young Hollywood movie or rock star. A bit of a billionaire bad boy.

He crossed his bedroom toward the en suite master bathroom. The rays of sunlight warmed his naked body. He cast an impressive shadow on the bamboo wood floors.

Dylan Grant was tall and muscular. He had dark wavy hair and piercing dark eyes. He had a strong chin that gave his face a chiseled look. Dylan Grant was extremely handsome and he used it to his advantage. 

He was also rich and powerful. Dylan liked the combination of money, power, and good looks. It meant that he got laid whenever he wanted by beautiful women. Sometimes by more than one  on the same day. On occasion by more than one at the same time.

Dylan went to his bathroom and splashed cold water on his face. He looked at his eyes in the mirror. Still a little bloodshot. He grabbed a bottle of aspirin out of the medicine cabinet. He ran the water in the sink and filled a small glass. He took two pills. He toweled off his face and headed back into his master suite.

He was thinking about the freshly brewed coffee that was waiting for him in the kitchen. Dylan had bought one of those coffee makers with a timer. You can get them at any department store or online. Dylan's, like everything else in his life, was some high-end brand. It matched every other appliance in his stainless steel chef's kitchen.

You have the nicest ass, said Heather from behind Dylan. But why don't you turn around so I can get a look at that nice big cock of yours.

Heather was not stroking Dylan's ego. However, she had done a lot of stroking of another kind the night before.

Dylan smiled. His head was still throbbing, but Heather was a real live wire. Some of the best sex that he had ever had. The coffee can wait, he thought to himself. Dylan was not going to turn down morning sex with Heather. Even with a drum section playing in his head.

He turned around and started toward the bed. Heather was kneeling on top of the sheets fondling her breasts. She then slid her right hand down her stomach and ran her fingers through the neatly trimmed curls of her sex. Dylan was erect before he reached the foot of the bed.

Heather had