Plaything Series 5 Book Bundle

• Book 1: Easy Come

At Plaything, your pleasure is our business.

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.

What readers are saying:

"Sexy and sultry, silly and scintillating, perfectly wonderful characters in a story that just flowed from the first page, I am hooked." ~Amazon reviewer

• Book 2: Sweet Spot

At Plaything, your pleasure is our business.
This month’s box: Sweet Spot



Chase England:
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.

Macy Pennington:
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.

What readers are saying:

 "This book hit a big Sweet Spot...Just Fabulous." ~Amazon Reviewer

• Book 3: In a Bind

At Plaything, your pleasure is our business.
This month’s box: In a Bind

Zane Bostwick:
"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.

Raini Bonneville:
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.

What readers are saying:

"Tess Oliver has done it again, she has a created one of my favorite female leads Raini, she is feisty, sexy, loves playing games and does what she wants."  ~Amazon Reviewer

• Book 4: Role Play

At Plaything, your pleasure is our business.
This month’s box: Role Play

Aidan Swift:
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.

Jane Briggs:
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.

What readers are saying:

"The characters are amazing and sexy plus the story line is wonderful written. Great book, don't miss out on this series."  ~Amazon Reviewer

• Book 5: Midnight Oil

At Plaything, your pleasure is our business.
This month’s box: Midnight Oil

Quinn Armstrong:

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.

Suzy Riley:
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?

What readers are saying:

"I absolutely loved Midnight Oil (Plaything #5), and Quinn (swoon) has hit the top of my BBF list." ~Amazon Reviewer

Excerpt from Easy Come

Chapter 1: Georgie

Kyla, my coworker and one true friend, cast me a sympathetic smile over the top of her computer monitor as I walked past her desk. "Good luck."

"Said the executioner to Anne Boleyn as she knelt down to the chopping block." I stopped to grab a handful of M&Ms from the bowl on her desk. I popped the candy in my mouth for some sugar fortification. 

"I'm sure she just wants to talk about topics for next month's issue. You're always so good at developing those."

I reached for some more candy, but Kyla covered the bowl with her hand. "Georgie, you are going to give yourself the usual case of nervous hiccoughs with the way you're gobbling those down. Now, go in there, and face the executioner."

"Thanks for the moral support, buddy." I headed down the long hallway that led to the editor's office. It was one of those cold, characterless passages, and I could always swear it got narrower, almost suffocating, as you neared Meredith's office. Or maybe that was just stress pressing down on my chest and pushing air from my lungs. Meredith Vee, editor-in-chief of Contemporary Life magazine, had not earned the top spot in the company. She had been born into it. Her dad, Michael Vee, had been a well-loved and highly-respected journalist, and the people at the magazine adored him. When Michael was running it, Contemporary Life had been a periodical I was proud to work for. But after a stroke had forced Michael into early retirement, his eldest daughter, Meredith stepped into his shoes. It only took those of us on the writing staff one dreadful day to know that she would never come close to filling those brown leather loafers. And now, Meredith had taken a perfectly respectable news magazine and turned it into a rambling, almost salacious tabloid. I knew my articles weren't cutting it anymore because I was still writing about things like girls in Africa fighting for the right to go to school instead of juicy stories about the latest movie mogul and his torrid affair with the nanny. I had been trying hard to keep my writer's page filled with relevant world news. I was still getting away with it only because under Michael, I had won a few prestigious awards for my stories and high praise for the magazine. But I knew Meredith was unhappy with my subject matter. 

I knocked and waited in front of the door where Meredith had replaced her dad's understated name plate with one three times the size and plated with gold. I could hear her voice as she finished up a phone call. Even through the thick door, it was impossible to miss the angry edge in her tone. She was always angry. 

I stood there, alone in the hallway, trying to keep down those hiccoughs Kyla had warned me about, when Meredith barked an order for me to come inside. 

I swallowed to keep away the stomach chirps and pushed my glasses back on my nose, as if they might shield me from the death rays shooting from my boss's eyes.

Meredith was a woman who, on first impression, was very beautiful. But once you got to know her, the beauty shrank behind a wretched personality. She'd recently had her lips done, making her look like a crazy circus clown.  It was hard not to focus them. And as bulbous as they looked, she still managed to pull them in a tight mean line. 

She waved imperiously at the chair in front of her desk. She'd had her dad's comfy office chairs replaced by hard, straight backed torture seats.

"Georgie, I was just reading your story about the refugees for the next issue, and I'm afraid we can't use it. I know my father gave you a lot of leeway because you were his—" Her long red fingernails curled in air quotes. "Star reporter. But I'm in charge now, and the magazine is going in a different direction. I need you to get on board with that journey. No more of this oozing with empathy, dripping with sentimentality, thought provoking dribble. Nobody wants to read that shit. We need to appeal to the masses, and the masses want sex. They want scandal."

I chirruped with a hiccough and quickly pressed my arm against my stomach to staunch the flow of more embarrassing noises. 

Meredith tried to lift a judgmental brow at the sound, but Botox had made her face as stiff as a stone statue's. 

"I put a lot of work into that piece. Couldn't we just use it this month and next month—"

"Nope. Here's your assignment." She tossed a paper across the desk. It fluttered off the side and down to my feet. 

I leaned over and picked it up. The word Plaything was written above a city address. 

I looked up from the paper. "Plaything?" 

"Yes, it's a multi-million dollar company. They have a monthly subscription service where the subscribers get a box of erotic toys, lingerie, adult movies and other crap. It's a wildly popular company. I want you to go in there and get the dirt on them. It's run by four men, a bunch of notorious playboys."

"Dirt? Why do you assume there's dirt?"

She rolled her eyes, but her stiff face made it look more like a seizure. "God, you are naive for such a smart woman, Georgiana. A place like that has to be ripe with sexual harassment and disgruntled employees. I've got you an interview this afternoon with Chase England, one of the owners."

"Chase England? Wasn't that someone you were dating?" It was an unusual enough name that it was easy to recognize, especially because she had bragged about it for weeks. For those few weeks, she'd almost had a cheery glow about her. But the relationship must have ended abruptly, and not from her side, because the cheery glow became an icy, shadowy aura. For at least a month afterward, we all worked hard to avoid her . . . even more than usual.

Meredith blinked her fake lashes at me. "What's your point?"

I shook my head and folded up the paper. "Nothing. That's fine. I will head over there and see what I can find out." I waited to see if there were any other commands, but she went back to work on her computer and pretended that I was no longer there. 

"O.K. then, I'll just be on my way." I hurried out of the door. I stopped in the hallway and took a deep breath. 

It was time to look for a new job.

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