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Seduction 3

Title: The Seduction 3
Author: Roxy Sloane
Genre: Erotica
Length: 88 pages
Rating: 4 stars

I thought he would protect me.
I believed his beautiful lies.
I wanted to give him everything – and I was willing to pay the price.

Now everything has changed.

He may be the Seducer, but I’ll be the one who takes the ultimate prize:

His heart.

My Review
In this third installment of this kinky thriller, Keely, with Vaughn, jets off to New York to find out about her new empire, Ashcroft Industries.  Out of all the novellas in this series, this one was the most intense.

The mystery runs deeper.
Small discoveries are made, only to create more questions.
Possible threats to the business and associates.
All out sketchiness from Brent, the slimy asshead.

Emotions get stronger.
Keely truly opens herself up to Vaughn, giving him all the power.
For Vaughn, you get to see his detached uncaring persona begin to slip.  FINALLY.

How will I destroy her, when she’s the only one I want?

Oh yeah, and the sex is hotter!!!

She loves it, greedily sucking down every inch of me, and fuck that just makes me harder, pump deeper. I’m on the edge of a fucking precipice, plunging all the way, so deep I can feel the ridges at the back of her throat, hitting against my head with every thrust.

While the sex in this book will get your panties wet, and the mystery will get you flipping the pages quickly, what I liked most about this installment was Keely’s building confidence.  She is given a global empire which to anyone could be daunting and overwhelming.  But I loved how she responded to Brent’s slimy tactics and her approach to learning the business.  In addition, her inner vixen is shining brighter. And Vaughn can’t look away.

Just when things are looking up for Keely and Vaughn, it all goes to shit.  And we get another cliffy . . . but have no fear, the final installment is here.



Warning: Don’t read the following synopsis or review, if you want to avoid spoilers.

Seduction 4

Title: The Seduction 4
Author: Roxy Sloane
Genre: Erotica
Length: 92 pages
Rating: 4.5 stars

**Warning: Vaughn is going to give it to you harder & hotter than ever! The explosive final installment in the scandalous serial. No cliff-hanger!**

There’s not a woman in the world who won’t spread her legs for me.

Admit it, you’re already wet, imagining my hands gripping tight around your wrists, holding you down. Showing you what a real man’s cock feels like buried all the way to the fucking hilt.

I was the Seducer, the best damn night of your life. But all that’s behind me. Now I only want one thing.

Keely Fawes.

My secrets destroyed her. My quest for revenge tore us apart. But now I know she’s in danger, there’s nothing I won’t do to keep her safe.

This girl is everything to me, and I won’t stop until I claim her completely.
Her body.
Her mind.
Her heart.

*18+ This book contains spanking, dirty talk, and all your deepest, naughtiest fantasies. Adult content is definitely on the menu*

My Review
Poor poor Vaughn.  No longer in control.  The tables have been flipped.  Keely has him begging.  And it is awesome.

Dammit, I’m dying here.
No, worse, I’m already dead. Wheel me off to the fucking coroner’s office and mark down cause of death: Keely’s dirty mind and miraculous cunt.

Keely has become a completely different person since book 1. Remember when I wanted to shake some sense into her?   Well, this clever girl has figured out a way to have her cake (Vaughn) and eat it too.  She’s no longer a wallflower, but a woman in charge.  And strangely, Vaughn, who was initially to be her downfall, is the one giving her the power.  The power to fight back.

Something about Vaughn always makes me feel better, stronger, braver. Like he’s the man who makes me the best version of myself.

An old friend of Vaughn’s makes an appearance and their relationship is once again tested.  But don’t you and your vibrator worry, Vaughn gets his mojo back.

“If I tell you to suck my cock, you better be bent double choking on the whole fucking length before I can reach my zipper. If I want you on all fours, you drop and fucking lick the floor. The moment you stepped through that door, you gave up the right to resist me in any way at all. Try it now, and I will punish you so hard, you’ll be screaming for mercy.”

The threats to Keely and the mysteries surrounding Ashcroft Industries are finally exposed in this book.  Everything ties together. All that Vaughn knew and believed in are turned on its head.  I liked how Keely and Vaughn, along with another ally brought down the Three Fucketeers (Brent, Carter and a mystery guy – no spoilers).

And we finally get our HEA!  This series was a wild ride, a fun 9 inches of deliciousness.  My first impressions of both characters changed along the way, where Keely & Vaughn together made a hell of a lot more sense than the two being apart.  As wrong as the relationship seemed, they actually made each other better people.  Yes, it’s a fucking cliché, but damn, it is one scorching version of one.



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“Wake up, sleepy-head.”

I drift, drowsy from the soothing sound of the ocean. I’m having the the most amazing
dream. I’m on a tropical beach, where clear crystal water laps the power white sand,
and palm trees shade my lounger. And there’s a man. Mmmm. A gorgeous, sexy man
stroking every inch of my body…

His fingers brush over my bikini top, playing with my breasts. I let out a moan.

“That’s right, baby.” He chuckles. He squeezes with my nipples through the thin fabric
until they’re hard and aching. “Are you awake yet?”

“No,” I whisper, wanting to stay in the bliss of this dream. It feels so good.

“Hmmm… how about now?” His hand moves lower, over my bare stomach. I shiver. He
traces lightly down between my thighs, stroking over my clit. Even through my bikini, the
sensation spirals through me. I gasp, rocking up against his hand.

“Still sleeping?” he murmurs.

I smile, but keep my eyes shut. I want to see where this goes.

“You really are tired, poor baby. I wonder what’s been wearing you out?” He sounds

“My boyfriend,” I murmur, still laying with my eyes closed. “He’s insatiable.”

“I don’t blame him.” He pushes my bikini bottoms aside and rubs my clit, a maddening
rhythm that makes me writhe. “Just looking at you like this, I want to sink deep into that
sweet pussy and fuck you slowly until you lose your mind.”

“So why don’t you?” I challenge, breathing faster as he strokes. God, right there. Yes.

He laughs. “Soon, baby. But it’s time to wake up. I’ve got something planned for us.”

“Does it involve your cock inside me?” I moan. He answers by sliding two fingers into
my wet core. Fuck.

“You can bet on it.” His palm presses my clit as his fingers pulse deep inside me and I
break in a delicious ripple of orgasm.

I open my eyes to find Vaughn kneeling beside me with a wicked grin.
“I was just dreaming about you,” I smile. The beach glitters, totally empty except for us.
Vaughn leans down to claim my mouth in a hot kiss.

“Good dream?” He murmurs, stroking my hair. His eyes rove over me, dark and

“The best.” I let out a contented sigh, looking at the ocean, and the setting sun — and
him. “This is heaven.”

Vaughn lifts me to my feet. We stroll back to our beachfront cabana: the doors wide
open to let the tropical breeze in. “You hop in the shower,” Vaughn tells me, “I’m going
to get your surprise ready.”

I feel a jolt of anticipation. Vaughn loves surprising me, and his plans usually end with
multiple orgasms. “Give me a hint?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not this time. Go on.”

He’s using that voice I love, the one that’s all man, so I follow his order and go shower
off in the huge bathroom. It’s big enough for two, and we’ve definitely tested it out many
times this vacation, soaping up for hours together under the jets.

When I step out of the shower, there’s a box on the cabinet, tied with red ribbon.

Wear this.
(And only this)

I open the box. It’s a gorgeous red silk dress, with a short skirt and tiny spaghetti straps.
There’s nothing else in the box. No lingerie. I grin, slipping it over my head. The silk
slides over my body in a shiver of sensation. The skirt flares mid-thigh, dangerously
high, and my nipples are visible through the fabric.

Something tells me we aren’t going out for dinner tonight.

My cellphone rings just as I’m applying makeup. It’s Cam, holding down the fort back at
the company.

“Hey boss,” he says, when I answer. “Still enjoying paradise?”

“I love it here, we might never come back.”

He laughs. “Don’t. We need you.”

“Everything running OK?” I ask, fixing my hair in the mirror to fall in loose, natural

“Nothing that won’t wait. The police say Carter will do jail time for attempted murder,
and there’s still no word from Brent.”

That reminds me. “Will you do me a favor?” I ask. “Check on Isabelle. I don’t know
what’s going on with her, but I know she’s mixed up in something with Brent. I just have
a feeling, she might need help.”

“Sure,” Cam sounds surprised. “I’ll keep an eye on her.”

“Thanks. I’ve got to run.”

“A busy schedule of beach and cocktails?”

I laugh. “Something like that.”

I hang up push open the bathroom door, stepping out into our suite.

“Vaughn?” I call, but there’s no reply.

Another box sits on the coffee table. I open it, my anticipation rising. Inside is a red satin
blindfold and another note.


My pulse kicks. I’m going to like this surprise, I’m certain.

I hear movement outside. I step out onto our private patio to see a table laid for two
with beautiful white linens and silverware. There’s delicious-looking food, and candles
flickering as the sun sets lower over the ocean in a blaze of pink and gold.

“You look beautiful,” Vaughn’s voice comes from behind me. I turn. He’s wearing dress
pants and a white shirt open at the neck, devastatingly handsome like something from
a movie. He carries a bottle of champagne and two glasses to the table, pausing to
murmur in my ear as he passes.

“You’re going to look more beautiful naked in that blindfold with your wet mouth
wrapped around my cock.”

Still my Vaughn. I feel a rush of heat between my naked thighs. Vaughn chuckles and
pulls out a chair for me.

I sit, taking in the gorgeous scene. “I can’t believe you did all this for me.”

“It’s our last night on the island,” Vaughn smiles across the table at me. “I want it to be a
night you remember.”

“I remember everything,” I admit, feeling a rush of love and desire. “Every minute we
spend together.” Ever since meeting Vaughn, my life has turned upside down. We’ve
been through so much together, and even though I feel closer to him than anyone else
in my life before, it still amazes me how new and exciting this feels.

He surprises me. He challenges me. And God, he turns me on.

“No regrets?” Vaughn asks quietly. His eyes burn into mine from across the table. He
looks weirdly serious.

“None.” I swear, reaching to hold his hand. “I love you. I’m just glad all the mess with
Ashcroft and Ridley is over now. We can just be together.”

Vaughn pulls his hand away. “One last surprise,” he says, pulling a final box from his
pocket. He places it on the table in front of me, tied with another red ribbon.

A ring-sized box.

My heart stops. It can’t be…

I look up at him, but he just smiles. “Open it.”

I unwrap the ribbon with shaking hands. Inside is the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve
ever seen in my life.


He goes down on one knee beside me. Vaughn takes the ring box, and cradles my
hand. “You’ve changed my life, Keely. I was lost before I met you. I never thought that I
could have this. Us. That I would love someone like I love you.”

I feel a sob rise in my throat. “I feel the same,” I whisper. “I’m so happy I have you.”

“Be mine forever,” Vaughn asks, and already I’m crying too much to get the words out. I
just nod,

“Yes! Of course, I say yes.”

He slides the ring on my finger and then pulls me into his arms. I fit just right, made to
press against his firm muscle and heat. It’s overwhelming, the thought of him forever. All

Vaughn. All mine.

“You and me, baby,” Vaughn murmurs, claiming my lips in a scorching kiss. “I promise,
I’m going to spend the rest of our lives making you smile… making you laugh…”

His hands slide lower, under the hem of my dress.

“Making you scream.”



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