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The Voyeur Series: Books 1-4
A La Petite Morte Club Series
by Ellis O. Day
Genre:
Steamy Romance/ Erotica
218 pages

When Patrick stumbles across a maid at La Petite Morte Club watching a
couple have sex, he can’t keep his hands off her. She’s cute,
sexy and kinky – just the way he likes his women.

Until he discovers that she’s the younger sister of one of his best
friends which means she’s in the “hands off” department.

Annie is tired of guys staying away from her because of her overprotective
brother. She’s determined to convince Patrick that she should not
be off limits and that his hands should definitely be all over her body.

This is a HEA standalone series meant for eighteen and up.


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“Where do you think you’re going?” asked Patrick.
Annie smiled up at him, putting on her most innocent expression. It worked with her brothers—sometimes. His eyes darkened and dropped to her breasts for a quick second. That was interesting. Perhaps, he wasn’t as immune to her as she’d thought.
“Ethan’s gone. We don’t need to obey him. He isn’t God.” 
Patrick’s eyes dropped to her breasts again and she inhaled making the shirt stretch across them. Maybe, she could have her two weeks of fantasy-come-to-life. She stepped closer, tipping back her head and letting her mouth drop open a tiny bit. She ran her tongue across her lips and fought a smile as a soft groan escaped him.
“You didn’t seem thrilled with this arrangement so I figured I’d take the bus…unless you want to come home with me.” This time she bit her bottom lip, just a little. They had a lot of unfinished business and she couldn’t wait to tear his clothes off.
“I’ll escort you home.” His voice was strained.
She wanted to jump for joy. The star of her amorous dreams was coming home with her—in the flesh. 
He cleared his throat and moved away. “Even though Ethan’s gone, I’ll follow his orders.” His eyes dropped to her chest again and his face tightened even more. “All of them. It’s his club.”
“But I’m not his—”
“No, you’re Vic’s baby sister.” He grabbed her wrist and headed for the garage, his long legs making her run to keep up.
“I’m not a baby or a little girl.”
“You are to me.” He dropped her hand and opened a car door.
It was a Mustang—an old one, ’67 or ‘69, metallic blue, big, strong and beautiful. She climbed inside, looking up at him her face heating at what she was about to say. She wasn’t usually this forward, but she wanted him and he wanted her. Obeying Ethan was stupid. “That’s funny. I’m pretty sure you knew I was a woman a few hours ago.”
He slammed the door in her face. A moment later he climbed into the driver’s seat and started the car, pulling out of the garage.
“Earlier, never happened,” he said.
“You can’t undo the past.” She should’ve known better than to hope he was different.
“You can forget about it.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. He was attracted to her—by the bulge in his pants, he was very attracted to her—but she knew that look. With five older brothers, she could write a book about that look—stupid, male pride. He wouldn’t do anything to her or with her again, no matter how much he wanted to. “Fine. We’ll both forget about it.”
“Good.” The tension eased from his shoulders.
“It wasn’t that great anyway,” she mumbled. With five brothers, she’d learned at an early age to aim for their pride when striking back.
“What?” His head snapped in her direction. “I seem to recall you coming so hard you about broke my fingers.”
“Hmm. I don’t think that happened.” She stared straight ahead, trying not to blush.
He almost growled and then took a deep breath. “You’re right. It didn’t.” He glanced at her as he ran his fingers under his nose and inhaled before sliding them into his mouth. “Mmm.” He pulled them out, wiping them on his shirt. “Never happened at all.” 
She wanted that mouth on her—her lips, her neck, her breasts and between her thighs. She squeezed her legs together to try and ease the ache as she shifted on her seat. 
“You okay?” He smirked. “You seem uncomfortable.”
“I’m fine.” She was going to make him pay for that—big time.

……………

Finally, silence. Patrick didn’t want to talk about what he’d done with Vic’s baby sister, but he sure as shit wasn’t going to let her forget that he’d made her come and he’d only used his hand. He would’ve made her scream, maybe even pass out, if he’d used his tongue or his dick. He glanced at her and his mouth went dry, as the smug smile slipped from his face.
With one hand she was pulling her T-shirt tight across her glorious chest while the other hand brushed her breasts as if there was something caught on the cloth. He couldn’t pull his eyes away from the subtle movement of those lush tits as they shimmied and bounced with each passing stroke of her fingers. He wanted to push her hand aside, raise that T-shirt and squeeze those breasts. The skin would be soft and smooth. He’d pop one of them out of her bra and…
“Patrick, look out!”
His eyes flew to the windshield and he stomped on the break, barely stopping before they hit the car in front of them.



Ellis O. Day grew up with her nose buried in books and now enjoys writing
the kind of stories she loves to read. Romance—the steamier the
better. She believes that the cornerstones of all great romantic
relationships are: love and friendship, trust, attraction and
fabulous sex. Her stories contain all of these (especially the last
one).




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