Club Inferno # 2
By: Jamie K. Schmidt
Released September 2nd, 2014
Desire never goes out of style, as Jamie K. Schmidt proves in the sizzling continuation of her Club Inferno series—perfect for readers of Fifty Shades of Grey and Bared to You.
Reeling from a disastrous love affair, model and budding fashion designer Anya Litton needs a temporary refuge, a place to lick her wounds and plan her next career move. At Club Inferno, where seductively chic men and women indulge their most intimate fantasies, she can mix business with unimaginable pleasure. Anya quickly connects with club Dom Clint Reyes, who unleashes Anya’s deepest longings over nights of burning passion.
Clint is a master at taking submissives to the heights of pleasure in Club Inferno’s opulent private dungeons. But it’s Anya who has Clint begging for more when the woman of his dreams becomes his eager partner in exploring the limits of desire. As their relationship ignites into an erotic contest of wills—and a jealous rival plots against them both—Clint prepares to fight for a future with Anya. In this complicated dance, the wrong move could end it all . . . and taking control means total surrender.
*Longing is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences.
Anya Litton was in the back of Couture’s lending closet, which was larger than her first apartment. She was sorting the designer dresses by color, even though it wasn’t her job. Some people called it OCD; Anya liked to think she was doing a public service. While she got her head on straight, the closets got organized. Win-win situation.
Because no one was supposed to be in the cavernous storage room, the creak of the door opening startled her. She could have sworn she’d locked it. Giggles echoed back to where she was standing. Before she could shout out that she was in here, the conversation she heard tightened her throat, so the words couldn’t come out.
“Thank you for keeping that bitch Nefertiti busy while I got the key. It’s shopping time.”
Anya ducked below the rack of little black dresses to hide in the ball gown section. It was closer to the front, and she had better coverage between the voluminous gowns. She didn’t recognize the voice of the speaker, and she wanted to get a look at her.
“Oh, Desiree. It’s a Hermies scarf.”
“It’s pronounced ‘Air-mays,’” Desiree said with a haughty sniff.
“Well, whatever, it’s silk and expensive, and I’m taking it.”
Oh no, you’re not.
Anya turned off the volume on her phone and texted Istvahn, Couture’s head of security.
Hey, I’m in the LC. 2 chicks stole T’s key & r looting the place. I’m in the back.
He immediately texted back.
Do Not Engage. I will be right there.
Engage, yeah right. She wasn’t paid to stop thieves. Technically, she wasn’t paid to sort through clothes either, but it beat slurping down a pint of Ben and Jerry’s for stress release. Anya shook her head, disgusted at her own waffling. Most women would be thrilled to be considered for an off-Broadway play. It was what she wanted, too—a chance to step off the runway and onto the stage.
“There’s one small glitch, doll,” her agent, Trey, had said. “You need to lose some weight before the auditions.”
“How much weight are we talking here?” she had asked Trey, sliding a self-conscious hand down her midsection.
“Do what you can,” Trey said. “But do it fast, and make it count.”
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Jamie K. Schmidt has published more than thirty short stories in small-press journals and e-zines. She’s an active member in the Romance Writers of America. When not writing, she relaxes with a mug of hot tea and knits or makes beaded jewelry. She sells her handcrafted items at Connecticut’s historic Dudley Farm during the summer.