HUSBAND SERIES Book 1
“Crazytown. I loved it!” NY Times & USA Today Best Seller Kylie Scott.
JILL: My kid sister has pushed me into some tough corners in the past, but this Bangkok debacle takes the cake. What’s worse, she’s sworn me to secrecy, so I now need a hundred and twenty grand and I can’t ask my three girlfriends for help.
Luckily I’ve found a well-paying job, Husband Sitting, but there’s a downside. The husband I’m living with while his wife is on holiday is totally hot, I mean, irresistibly, have to put my hands behind my back hot, and not only that, I think he likes me, despite his “I’m not playing up on my wife” disclaimer. So…do I work for the bedroom bonus she offered if I can lure him into cheating on her? Or do I try to keep it platonic so I don’t fall in love, because love is definitely not in the contract.
FINN: I know my wife is on vacation with a lover, but it’s a girl. That doesn’t count as cheating. So I don’t understand why she’s booked me a Husband Sitter. It’s not like we have an open marriage. I’ve never even looked at another woman…until Jill sauntered in the door. Having her in my house has added a degree of difficulty to faithfulness that I’d never anticipated. The longer she’s here, swimming in my pool, spilling wine on my carpet, the more I realize she’s everything I want in a woman. Sexy, funny, a klutz. I even love her potty mouth. Did I say love? I’ve got to get that out of my head, because she sleeps with other men for money.I don’t know why. Her job drives me stone-cold-crazy with jealousy, but I’m prepared to give up everything to win her—my dysfunctional marriage, my pride, even my self-respect.
The only thing I’m holding onto is love, and that tells me not to let her go.
Crazy meets desperate in this erotic romp that nails the highs and licks the lows of one woman’s struggle to reach sexily-ever-after with the man of her dreams.
NOTE: This full-length erotic romance novel ends happily-ever-after with no cliffhangers. It is the sauciest of the Husband Series, however, so be prepared for some raunchy adventures!
“Hold onto your panties! Husband Sit by Louise Cusack is sexy and titillating from page one. But its more than that. It’s also funny and has a surprisingly deep emotional core that sneaks up on you. It’s utterly unique.” Amy Andrews, award-winning USA Today best-selling author.
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©Copyright 2016 Louise Cusack
Have you ever had a moment where you had to admit, I’m not as smart as I thought I was, or worse, I could be a fuckwit.
Well, welcome to my world, of standing in the foyer of a multi-million dollar Sydney apartment, staring at the front door, waiting for a locksmith to arrive and let me out. Yes, out. I haven’t lost my keys. This isn’t my apartment. I’m a husband sitter, and the husband I’m currently sitting has not only fucked me up the ass and whipped that ass until it burned, he’s locked me into his apartment.
The money, I need. The danger, not so much.
I should have told one of my girlfriends what I was doing before his wife went on holiday and I moved in with him. Then I wouldn’t be waiting for a locksmith with my teeth chattering and my heart thudding in dread, hoping like hell that Mr. Domination didn’t arrive home before I got out. I should have used common sense instead of worrying that my girls would judge me.
If I was lucky, I’d live to regret that.
Not that I could regret the sex. It had been mind-blowing, and I’d had the sharpest orgasms of my life. But the whole thing had been overwhelming—my first experience of bondage and butt-fucking. When it was over, I was aching and sore and I wanted time-out. Instead, he’d decided he wasn’t ready to stop, so he’d locked me in, and there was nothing erotic about that. It was stone-cold scary.
In my moment of terror at realizing I couldn’t escape, I’d rung the last person I should have—lickable Finn with this sexy green eyes, his clever hands and his gigantor cock. I’d promised myself I’d never see him again. He was married. Our husband sit was over. It didn’t matter that his wife was a cheating bitch who’d only hired me so he could feel guilty too. I liked him too much. I should have left him alone.
He regretted his infidelity and wanted to put it behind him, but in my desperation, my illogical brain had decided that he’d been as ‘bad’ as me, so I knew he wouldn’t judge me for my current predicament. My girlfriends would see things differently. Two of them were married and, much as they loved me, they’d never condone adultery even if the wife was paying for it. Fritha was single but she’d try to stop me if she heard about this, because she’d think the money wasn’t worth the risk.
But it was.
I might be scared now, but I wasn’t going to let that deter me from my purpose. Finn would get me back on my feet and I’d put safeguards in place next time. I’d be more careful, because I wasn’t stopping. The consequences of not making that monthly payment were unthinkable. So I stood in the cold marble entry foyer beside my suitcases, hands clutched together at my waist, staring at the door, giving myself the only comfort I could—remembering Finn’s warm, slightly-rough voice.
Go and pack, Jill. I’ll text you when the locksmith is on the way. Ring a taxi when he gets there. With luck, you’ll get out quickly and I’ll see you at the airport.
Finn was flying in to help me. We’d work this out together, although, I’d probably be an emotional basket-case when it was over and we parted again. Funny how ditching Doug after ten boring years had been easy in comparison. But then trouble had caught up with me and I’d been desperate for cash.
My brief shining window into normality had slammed shut, and then a single conversation was all it took to turn my whole life into a sex tape…
I raised my head from patting Princess Jasmine to ask, in what I hoped was a normal voice, “Is the kitty litter stocked up?” Chinchilla fur was spreading all over the charcoal lounge and my jeans, but I kept my attention on Helen pouring coffee beans into the machine over at the breakfast bar. I must not think about the phone call I’d had that morning, although the memory of it churned my stomach like a washing machine. If I got overwhelmed, Helen would ask what was wrong and I’d promised that I wouldn’t tell anyone. Not even strangers.
Helen pushed a button and looked up. “I ordered some online. It’ll be delivered tomorrow along with a fortnight’s cat food. There’s plenty in the pantry to last until—”
That was as far as she got before the coffee maker started with its appalling grinding sound, echoing all through her cavernous waterfront home, making my already-stretched nerves twang. The dreadful sound encouraged Princess Jasmine’s claws to bite into my thighs. As a highly strung feline herself, she did the same thing if a speedboat roared past on the canal outside, so I kept stroking her, hoping the noise would abate quickly, but it clunked on for almost a minute.
When Helen had finished making our two cups of coffee, she put them on the low table in front of me before sitting on the lounge at my side, at which time Princess Jasmine exited my lap in a cloud of shedding fur and stalked over to hers.
I pasted a smile on my face. “Saying her last goodbye.”