Ripped & Twisted
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Faith Dumont is a witty, confident, fiery fitness competitor, or so she appears to everyone else. Yet no one knows the horrors that she's endured and escaped to create this seemingly perfect life. No one knows the battle of self-loathing and deviant urges Faith battles daily.
She keeps her demons under control by her regimented, disciplined lifestyle. Faith has also implemented “rules” into her life, specifically a “no dating” rule. This rule was made to protect her heart. Life in the gym keeps her sane, to an extent, however, just because there is no dating does not mean there is not a bit of kink.
Slade is smoking hot physique competitor who works with Faith in the gym. Not only is Slade a co-worker, he is Faith's only friend, and a kin of the kink. He has always willingly followed Faith’s conditions... that is until tattooed trainer Ty enters their lives throwing all that Faith has created into a tailspin. When Slade sees Faith falling for Ty's seduction, he decides to refuse Faith's rules and introduce her to his.
With her normalcy crumbling around her, Faith is slammed by the carnal and emotional enticement of both men. Can they make their triad of passion work or will Faith’s past come back to decimate any spark of hope for love that she ever had?
Warning: This book is fictional and depicts acts of violence, graphic sex, including BDSM, M/F/M menage circumstances, and oodles of kink. This book is recommended for mature audiences (21 and over) who are not offended by scenarios such as these.
“Mac, do I date?” I shout to Mac across the floor. Mac growls.
Ty yells, “Any idea why she doesn’t, Mac?”
Mac pauses and in his gravelly voice says over his shoulder, “Cuz she’s a smart girl.”
He proceeds to walk into his office and close the door. I lift my arms and point my fingers toward my head, nod and chuckle as I mouth the words smart girl. This is the fourth day of the same conversations. I have to say that Tyler is nothing if not persistent. It is the slow part of the day between lunch and the time when people begin to filter in after work. We are hanging around the front counter. Ty is smirking and shaking his head. He puts his forearms on the counter and leans toward me. I’m in the same position across the counter. His smile is so incredibly sexy.
“Look, I know your ego is hurt, and this is like, what? A challenge? But, come on,” I say.
“Come on, what? I like you. You’re cute. You’re funny, seem nice.”
“That’s just it, bro. You just said it. She seems nice,” Slade laughs as he walks up behind Ty and smacks him on the shoulder. “Give her time, man, give her time."
In JLE’s pursuit of an abundant life of adventure, she has spent time as a burlesque performer, a roller derby referee, a bartender in the French Quarter, writing for a music site in New Orleans, and currently is an amateur fitness competitor. She has a penchant for all things that sparkle, and on a completely different note, is a self-professed food whore. However, one interest has never faltered through the years, daydreaming and penning those warped thoughts to paper.
Now, you can also enjoy as she reveals all of those deviant fantasies that play in her head daily.
Thank you sooo much!! You are the greatest! xoxo JLE
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