Paradise Nights Warner and Tromolin: Indecency Suites Novella #6

Book 6: Indecency Suites Novella

by Anabella Roscoff

Genres: erotic romance; BDSM; erotica; naughty

Synopsis

Todd Warner is British, wealthy, and bored.
Bored with the job. Bored with the women. And definitely bored with endless sessions he continues to travel for.
Where's the fun gone?
Maybe it's time to stop.
Or maybe it's time to have a holiday.
Hawaii sounds as good as anywhere.


Tamsin Tromolin is finally free of her adulterous ex-husband who slept with his secretary. The fact that while having him investigated she found his stash of millions in various offshore accounts, certainly has made the divorce easier. And now? Well, having spent the last fifteen years as a bored housewife she's ready to make a change with her life. First stop – Hawaii. Where she's meeting a man. A real one. Hopefully he'll know how to please a woman and have some fun. He should do because she's paid enough for the service.

The Indecency Suites are a collection of books designed to get your blood pumping quickly and your juices flowing just as fast. They're everything and anything, and all in between.

The book is MF.

Nb: The Indecency Suites are 18+ reads.
They are intended for mature audiences and can be read as standalones.

Release date: May 6, 2019

Print pages: 73

Sample

^{Chapter 1}

^Tamisn

^{Time. That's all I want. An amount of time when I don’t have to do the things I do every day. I’ve booked it, too. The children are with their father for the weekend, barbie stepmother included, and I'm going to spend some of that divorce settlement I've got. Spectacularly. He always was God awful in bed. And the only thing it ever delivered of any merit was three beautiful girls. This time around, I'm going to make sure the sex I get is good. In a place I like. With a man I like.}

^{It better be. I'll be paying enough.}

^{Money back guarantee, though.}

^{On the sex, anyway.}

^{I smooth my dress down and hand my passport over to the lady. She nods and looks at my tickets. Hawaii. First class. Yes, that's me now. First class all the way. He made all that money and tried to hide it from me, all the time fucking his bimbo secretary, while I stayed home and played dutiful wife. No more. This new version of Tamsin Tromolin isn't to be messed with, nor is she wearing anything cheap ever again because ‘That's a bit extravagant, darling’. Knob.}

^{Fifteen years I gave him. Fifteen. I was 17 when we met, and 32 when I handed over the surveillance of him fucking his mistress. It had only been the once, he said. So I gave him the other four tapes, along with a set of divorce papers. I then told him about the accounts he'd tried to hide. And then I screamed in his face, slapped him as close to 15 times as I could, and left. Done.}

^{Apart from dropping the children off, I haven't seen him again since. And now I'm rich Russian millionaire’s ex-wife, annoyed with most men in general, and free.}

^{Time to play slut.}

^{“Please board, Mam,” she says, American voice all sultry and sexy.}

^{I walk off down the tunnel and tuck my things back into my Chanel bag. I could do with finding sultry. I think I lost it somewhere through the years in nappies and vomit. Or perhaps I left it in the car under all the crap that comes with children and endless school runs. Not to mention the junk food disaster zone that became my foot-wells.}

^{My smile beams at the air steward that leads me down to my private seating area. He's attractive. Gay, but worth looking at no less. He offers me champagne and walks away to let me settle in. Luxury springs to mind. Maybe it's just the British Council estate girl in me, but it all seems a bit over the top and extravagant. I don't care. I'm enjoying it. I've bloody earned it. I was a stripper after all. Years of removing my clothes for men like my ex. That's the way we met. And the money he strapped in my knickers was enough to sweep me off my feet. Wherever it was that I lost my sultry, I'm on the hunt for it again from now on. And some devilish is going to be thrown in, too. With a slight side order of fuck you very much to every man alive.}

^{All of them.}