#NewRelease Spotlight: ★Dare Me★ by Stella Rhys

Dare Me-Spotlight
Dare Me
Genre: Contemporary, Erotic Romance
Author: Stella Rhys
Release Date: September 30, 2015add-to-goodreads-button3



Lake and I never had a chance at normal. She was drop dead gorgeous from day one – our maid’s granddaughter who became my mother’s spoiled living doll. I hated that girl with all my heart and at the same time, I worshipped every inch of her skin, every word that she spoke. I lived for her and the twisted game of truth or dare we created to feed our f***ed up needs for shock, shame and one-upping each other. Lake was my drug, my bad lifestyle choice.

And I’d fallen in and out of love with her a thousand times till the day she disappeared.


I know I ruined Callum Pike and going back to New York may be the worst decision I’ve ever made, which is saying a lot. But I’m willing to risk it. I never wanted to leave and now that I can, I’m going back – to be with the man I made, who made me. I know I screwed him up. I know he’s hardened and become cold. I know the love we had is gone. But I need him now more than ever and no matter how much it hurts, no matter what kind of sick or satisfying way he decides to torment me, I’m going to fight through it.

I’m going to repent for the way I broke him and I’m going to find the Callum Pike I loved again – even if it tears me apart.

**a standalone novel**




I spent another few minutes outside after he went back in.  Five, maybe ten.  I couldn’t get this one memory of Lake out of my head because it was the epitome of our love and hate.  It was ages ago – the first summer back from college – but I still remembered the day in my old bedroom.  Rolling my eyes, clenching my teeth and cursing her out while I jerked myself off.

I’d told her to stop.  That I’d catch her if she stole from my old room again.  The first time had been with cufflinks I didn’t care about but I couldn’t overlook it when nights later, the Rolex Submariner disappeared from my dresser.

I knew it was Lake but my suspicions were shot down.

“You’ve always had a habit of misplacing things.”  My mother said it as quick as she could because we both knew the opposite was true.  I needed things neat, uncluttered.  I had a system for everything and a habit of cleaning during shitty moods.  Elena used to joke that she should piss me off if she ever wanted me to do her job.  She dubbed me a neat freak and my mother agreed but if it supported her image of Lake, she was happy to flip-flop on her opinion.  “She would never steal, Callum.  She has her own credit card.”  A quick summary of how blindly she loved and spoiled that girl.

I was pissed.  And Lake faked innocence, as usual so I installed a camera in my room and genuinely hoped that she’d try to steal from me again.

A week went by before the third strike.  A tie.  Ivory satin Brioni.  I never wore it but it was the first one in my pull out rack and I’d seen it the night before so I practically fucking salivated when I noticed that it was gone.  I knew it had to be Lake so I dialed back the footage from my camera and practically sprung wood when I found the exact moment she snuck in my room and took it from my drawer.  I had her.  I had everything I needed to prove that she was behind that string of missing shit in the house.  I could expose her, invalidate every other time she’d pinned the blame on me.

But instead of sneaking my tie out of the room, Lake took it onto my bed.

I watched her lay it down, put her hands on her hips and narrow playful eyes at every corner of the ceiling till she guessed the spot where I hid the camera.  I sneered when she blew a kiss.  Kneeling on the bed, she tossed her hair behind her shoulders and hooked her finger into her V-neck.  I stared.  I stopped blinking as she started pulling down, down, slowly, till the V was just above her navel, the cotton straining thin against the shape of her perfect tits.  They were threatening to burst out and pissed as I was, I prayed to see them spill.  Fuckin’ Lake.  I had my face inches from my screen now, my lip curled but my dick hard.  I couldn’t remember when I’d whipped it out and started stroking.  All I knew was that I couldn’t stop.  A minute ago, I was seething, waiting to humiliate and expose Lake as a liar.  But suddenly, I was living for her little striptease.  Every hot second of it.  I breathed heavy when she turned around and got on all fours.  She lowered herself slowly, her stretched out T-shirt sliding up her gorgeous, toned back.  I stroked faster when she pressed her cheek to my mattress and stuck her ass in the air, using two hands to wiggle slowly out of her terry cloth shorts, till they were down her thighs and around her knees.  Her wavy hair fanned out in a dozen heart shapes over my sheets.  I wanted to feel them entwined in my fingers.  I wanted so bad to suck on her bottom lip.  The whole time, she peered over her shoulder at the camera, biting it back and looking at me with such wicked fucking mischief that my muscles flexed with the physical need to find her, grab her and pin her to the bed.  “See, asshole? You like it.”  Her eyes had such an uncanny way of expressing her thoughts it was irritating.  I could practically hear Lake saying those words and I hated how vividly I could picture her voice.  Of course at the same time, I loved it.  “Come for me, Callum.  All over me.”  I imagined Lake saying it, her full lips wrapping tight around every lusty “m” and adding a “please” since I so rarely heard that word coming out of her mouth.

Once she was down to her panties, she reached into them.  I gripped the edge of my desk.  I watched her touch herself, her eyes squeezing tighter shut with every stroke.  I knew she was close when her jaw dropped wide open.  I could see the bliss twisting in her face and I was fucking high on it.  I loved the way she looked.  Every expression she made.  I loved how deep her fingers dug into my mattress, how tight her toes flexed as she got closer.  She was almost there and I was just waiting for it with the purest, hottest lust in the world.

The second her knees clamped shut, I came like an animal, pleasure churning through me as I grunted a string of profanity dedicated solely to her.

And the next day, the white tie was back on the rack.

I had to give it to her for that one.

Because Lake could fuck with my head in ways I never knew possible and it wasn’t even like she was trying.  It was just instinct, the way she naturally was.  Thanks to her, I’d found out early on that some women were just designed to drive men up the wall and leave them standing around clueless, angry and hornier than hell.


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