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The Anti-Hero / The Home-Wrecker / The Heart Breaker by Sara Cate Discreet
The Anti-Hero / The Home-Wrecker / The Heart Breaker by Sara Cate Discreet
I've been good long enough.
As the eldest son of Austin's most prominent preacher, I've lived my life on the virtuous side. No scandals. Flawless image. Clean reputation.
That's the way it must be if I'm going to take his place someday.
But everything changes when I find out my father is a VIP member of a local kink club.
A liar. A cheater. A hypocrite.
Now, I'm done being righteous.
And when the club owner's jaded girlfriend comes to me with a proposal, I can't resist.
Sage is nothing like the women I've dated before. Pink hair, tattoos, piercings. I know it'll burn my father's reputation to the ground when she and I are seen together.
But our fake dating scheme isn't enough. We need videos-dirty videos.
The more we film these scenes, the more I like it.
She wants me to degrade her, hurt her, violate her.
And God help me, I want it too.
But it's hardly fake anymore, and before long I don't recognize the Goode man I used to be.
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I've been faithful long enough.
I never claimed to be a good man, but I've always done what was expected of me.
Find a nice girl. Get married. Have children.
That was my duty as a good Christian man.
And everything was going as planned when I met Briar.
Beautiful. Charismatic. Sexy.
But marriage is hard, and after seven years, I feel like I'm failing.
Then, a figure from my past enters the picture.
Dean Sheridan is cocky and charming. When this twenty-six-year-old needs a place to stay, I should turn him away-especially after I notice the spark between him and my wife. But I don't.
When I pressure him about his relationship with Briar, he does the last thing I expect.
He dares me.
He thinks he can take what's mine.
And if it's a challenge he wants, it's a challenge he'll get.
What started as a game becomes so much more.
Between them. Between us.
This isn't how normal couples behave.
The games we're playing are dangerous.
And the roles we're playing are far more.
But God help me, I can't seem to stop.
What we're doing is wrong, but it feels so right, and before long, I don't recognize the good husband I used to be.