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Sin Society

"He skates one arm up my back, placing his firm grip at my nape and pulling me into a kiss. I'm not usually huge on public displays, but I can't help myself, melting into him completely. He turns his head slightly, moving to deepen the kiss and I open my mouth to him. A small moan escapes me which he deftly swallows. I feel his other hand creeping up my front as his fingertips slip below my bikini top and heat explodes deep within me. If I weren't already in a hot tub I would undoubtedly be wet at the contact." Genvieve Dubois has built a new life for herself. After moving away from the toxicity of tinsel town to start college to become an investigative reporter, she finds success in the true crime world - which proves helpful as tragedy strikes when her sister is brutally attacked while attending Windsor University back in Hollywood. Gen moves back home, going undercover to crack the mystery of what happened to her sister, but runs into some unexpected secrets buried within the lore of Windsor University's High Society. One of those secrets quickly becomes; who exactly is Lexington Wells? Blue-eyed bad boy and all-around campus heartthrob. What exactly does he want with Genvieve? Can Gen crack the case before she's exposed?

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Sinful Secret Twenty-Four

"Genvieve. You couldn't have called first?" my mother snaps, forehead glistening from the tennis lesson I just interrupted with her uncomfortably attractive tennis instructor. My mom may be somewhat of a workaholic, but Saturdays have always been her day. Even when I was a child. She couldn't be bothered to mother me on those days. 

"I could have, but this isn't a social visit."

"Oh, for God's sake, Gen. Everything is always life or death with you." She doesn't know how true that statement is. She also fails to acknowledge that she has always been the one in this family with a flair for the dramatic. 

Reaching into my purse, I pull out her Russian nesting dolls, handing them to her. Her brow is furrowed as she looks down at them before glancing across the room to her china cabinet where these would normally live, finding the spot oddly vacant.