No Rest for the Evil

By Jo Lavollee

Relief will come. Just not today.

Chloe and her leading guys are in way over their heads facing Sean’s corrupt family. As far as bedroom dynamics are concerned, Sean reacts to these stressful events by asking his lovers to play a new game of delayed gratification.

Silk & Gravel is a serial, character-driven and very spicy menage romance featuring three college flatmates, two men and a woman. This is the 11th episode (out of 15).

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jo Lavollee
• Release date: Jan 25, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005602970

Jo Lavollee

Hi! I’m Jo. I write character-driven steamy romance. My stories tend to come in serials because I love complications. I find nothing’s spicier than characters taking a life of their own.So prepare for adventurous scenarios, very sophisticated friendships, dangerous games, power plays, leading ladies, sexy tricksters, and handsome princes in distress. I like dark alpha males as well as vulnerable cuties. And my female characters tend to come with a rebel streak or a temper. Sue me.You can read stories out of order if you’re just here for a one-night stand. Or you can climb in for the entire ride, thrills, emotions and all. That’s up to you.Firsts in series will generally be free. When a story arc is done, bundles will ensue, and they will read like novels, with a Happily Ever After, or at least a Happy For Now. Stay tuned!

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No Rest for the Evil

Silk & Gravel 11

By Jo Lavollee

Copyright 2020 Jo Lavollee

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This story is part of an erotic romance series, so it is loaded with adult content, sexy scenes, crude words, and even the occasional swear word. If all of this is upsetting to you, you don’t have to read it. All characters involved in any adult scene in this work of fiction are far over 18 and even when things get twisty, consent is exchanged.

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No Rest for the Evil

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No Rest for the Evil

I blew on my very strong, very hot, very black coffee, inhaling the bitter yet comforting scent and trying to pull myself out of sleep. A bleak dawn was reluctantly taking over the city and the small kitchen was the only lit place in the flat. This used to be the moment when numbers really talked to me. A cup of coffee and some early morning silence, and I'd feel like a superhero. I'd be able to solve all kinds of problems. Math problems. Physics problems. Relationship problems. This was a great time for strategic thinking and lightning strokes out of the box.

But not today.

Today the equations were all swimming in front of my eyes and nothing made sense. I was so freaking exhausted.

I pulled on my wool socks, took off my glasses and rubbed my face, pulling the unruly curly hair away from my eyes. Wake up, Chloe, wake up. You can do this.

The math problem wasn’t really the issue here. The issue was that I had no brainpower left to focus on Math and Math wasn’t providing the sweet escape it usually brought me.

I heard a metallic clicking as someone turned a key in the apartment door. A moment later my roommate Adam appeared, radiating both cold and heat after what seemed to have been a very energetic morning run. His face and his hands were red from the cold where they emerged from the thermal running wear because we were still caught in the long trail of the Illinois winter. And his skin shone from exertion.

Usually he came back from a run with a huge smile on his face, but this morning he looked grim and tired. He walked to me and as I rose from my chair to meet him halfway, he kissed me.

Maybe it had been intended as a peck, but who were we kidding? He wrapped his arms around me just as I reached for his head and gorgeous dark red mane and we sank into the kiss together, relishing the feel of each other’s body. He burned like a small furnace and I swear I could feel the hard ridges of