SECRETS ($12.95, 208 pages, ISBN: 978-1-60381-516-1), is the second book in Galia Ryan’s erotic Luxuria Trilogy. SECRETS is the prequel to CHOICES and tells the story of Stephanie and how she came to be the owner of Elite Escorts. A natural seductress, Stephanie is cut off by her wealthy family and forced to live by her body and her wits. Both Anna and Stephanie’s stories will continue in Book 3.
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CHOICES, which introduces Anna, has received several five star reviews:
Bookie Nookie Reviews called it “Sexy, indulgent and satisfying … This is a great choice if you are looking for some light BDSM and erotic entertainment.”
Wrote Harriet Klausner, “A strong character-driven BDSM tale as Anna goes from the ecstasy of serial shopper to the ecstasy of serial sex.”
“Filled with the kind of intense sexual experiences you would only wish to have in your fantasies,” wrote A Simple Mom Blog
Stephanie is a wild child, abandoned by her mother, spoiled by her father. Nothing is off-limits—even her father’s business partner—and bargaining her virginity for a summer on the Côte d’Azur is only the beginning.
Through her lover Charles she meets Olivia, who ushers her into another world. One of wealth, opportunity, and sex. Lots of sex. Gaining entrance to society via the beds of the elite, Stephanie is on the brink of having it all.
Then everything changes.
Says Ryan, “Secrets opens some twenty years earlier than Choices, and centres on the precocious sexual activities of a young Stephanie, the character who would later become the owner of the high-end escort agency that features so predominately in Choices. By the time I had completed this novel it was obvious that the third and final book in the series would have to return to Anna, and respond to the burning question of exactly what she did in the aftermath of Choices …. If you are one of those dying to know, and can wait just a little longer, I promise the third book will reveal all!”
Convent educated from the age of four, Galia Ryan was brought up not to question. Perhaps because of this, she has always been fascinated by all things esoteric and ‘outside the square.’ Originally from Sussex, England and now living in New Zealand with her soul-mate husband and grown-up family, Galia tries to find time between her passions for writing and reading for her other love—travel. There is always a growing list of must-see places. Click here to find Galia on the Web.
Read on for an excerpt:
When he returned her to the apartment in the early hours of the morning, instead of turning to him for their usual farewell kiss, she leaned against the door frame.
“I have a bottle of champagne and a terrace with view of the harbour.”
He couldn’t believe it. Was he really going to get what he wanted? Or was she still toying with him?
He needed reassurance. “Are you sure?”
She pushed the door open a little and, with her eyes locked on his, fingered the hem of her dress. Pleating the material she slowly edged it higher.
Charles swallowed. She was drunk, he thought.
Or was she? Okay, perhaps she’d had a little too much.
She was humming softly, her hips swaying to the rhythm. The dress went higher. She pushed the door fully open. It swung back and hit the interior wall with a loud thud. Even that couldn’t distract him.
Her performance was surprisingly professional. First she exposed one toned and perfect thigh, then the other, teasing and tormenting him more erotically than he could ever have imagined. When she parted her legs, his fingers twitched in anticipation. He focused on the hidden area of her cunt, willing the dress even higher.
Finally he was allowed a glimpse of what he had dreamt of for so long. A triangle of black silk, with fine blonde hair peeking from the sides.
He inhaled suddenly and loudly. He’d had no idea he was holding his breath.
As if enjoying her power, Stephanie gathered the last folds of her dress, and displayed herself proudly. Her belly was flat, her skin flawless and bronzed by the sun. He had not seen such perfection in years.
“Well?” she asked.
It was as if a spell had been broken.
He grabbed her and pushed her into the apartment. This time when the door closed, he was on the inside.