At Plaything, your pleasure is our business.
These four alpha, bad boy best friends own a thriving sex toy subscription service.
The titles and plots of each book are based on the sexy theme for the month's box.
Easy Come (Plaything #1)
This month’s box: Easy Come, Easy O
“I wanted to teach this reporter a lesson in more ways than one.”
Trey Armstrong is a self-made millionaire and notorious playboy who can only be described as all man. He prides himself on living up to his player reputation. That is until one incredible woman crosses the threshold into his life. Has Trey finally met his match?
“Trey wasn’t just any man, he was a man who made a business out of pleasure, and he was giving that pleasure to me good.”
When Georgie Dempsey is assigned to write an article on Plaything—the multi-million dollar pleasure subscription service, she has no idea that she’ll end up being the star. The brainy, understatedly sexy journalist sets off on a journey of sexual self-discovery led by none other than the master himself, Trey Armstrong.
Cover photo by Sara Eirew Photographer
Sweet Spot (Plaything #2)
This month’s box: Sweet Spot
I was incurable when it came to women. I loved them, everything about them, the way they laughed, the way they walked, the way they felt in my arms. But this woman in particular had piqued my interest and not just because she was pretty and smart and funny . . . and a virgin. Well OK that might have played a big part. But I still hadn’t expected my playboy heart to be so easily tamed.
As a newly single woman I’d gained freedom, independence and a good dose of happiness. I was determined to make a go of things all on my own, with no one and, especially no man, to mess up my life. That was until he showed up. In the arms of the notorious playboy, Chase England, my inexperience was quickly erased by his experience, and I discovered all the pleasures I’d been missing.
In a Bind (Plaything #3)
This month’s box: In a Bind
“I could have you purring softly one minute and pleading with me to f*ck you the next, baby. You are a talented little prick tease. But you are punching above your weight.”
It was a dangerous game to play with the daughter of our biggest investor, and I was determined to show Raini that she had been outmatched in whatever teasing game we’d been playing. I was the one with the blindfold and ties but the way her body reacted to my kisses and touch had me wondering if I was in charge or if she was the one controlling me just by being so damn sexy. She really had played me, only the stakes in the game were much higher than I’d expected.
We’d fallen into a competition of sorts, a game where each player was working hard to shock the other into defeat. I was struggling to figure out my opponent, which only made the challenge that much more intriguing. I’d teased the man to distraction and now he was taking his revenge. I was ready for it. He might just be my type, or he might just be the last thing I needed.
Role Play (Plaything #4)
This month’s box: Role Play
It might have been a part of that same unexplained possessive, protectiveness I’d felt about her, but I wanted badly to master her body.
When I moved into a temporary apartment, I never expected a neighbor like her. She’s working hard to make it on the big screen, but I have a new role for her to play. I’m the director and she’s my sweet, innocent actress who needs to be directed. And interestingly enough, the first scene starts with the leading lady stripping naked. And action.
"You’ve awakened physical stirrings in me that I thought were gone, including some that I never knew I had. Like that magic spot. Please, Aidan, find that magic spot again."
All it took was my intimidating but incredibly handsome neighbor barreling through my front door, and my whole life changed. It seemed Lady Luck was finally on my side, and success and passionate love were just around the corner. Then everything fell apart just like I knew it would.
Midnight Oil (Plaything #5)
This month’s box: Midnight Oil
I wanted her badly, so badly that I was sure I wouldn't think straight, and I wanted her all to myself.
She was that elusive woman. The one who was taken but still ingrained in my mind. I had a playboy reputation—for good reason—but I'd break all the rules for her. Suzy Q was worth it. She was worth it all.
Now, I had my chance. She'd come home with me, and I had big plans. We were definitely going to burn the midnight oil.
I would be lying if I didn't admit to finding myself in the occasional erotic daydream with Quinn. The man oozed sexual magnetism.
After Tate's betrayal, the last thing I needed in my already screwed up life was Quinn Armstrong. The man was exceptionally handsome, built like a superhero and the type of guy who drew all the energy in a room. I knew who he was—a playboy extraordinaire—but I wanted just one night. I wanted to live out my fantasy of being Quinn's for a single night. But then reality hit me, and I knew the Red Knight was the last thing I needed. Or was he the thing I needed most?