Torn Between 7: Seduced by the Billionaires

By Emma Rose

When Maralee finally confesses the secret about her past, Cami thinks she can get rid of her dominant master, CEO Eddie Dunning, forever. But Eddie isn’t going to give up that easily. He wants Cami and is willing to do what it takes to steal her back from his rival, Cami’s sexy boss, Tyler.With Eddie no longer in control of her body, Cami is ready to take her relationship with Tyler to the next level. But her plans are foiled when a stinging betrayal turns her life upside down and secrets are revealed. But the most shocking is one she discovers about Tyler–one so terrible that it might destroy her love for him forever.

This serial is the seventh installment in the popular adult romance series, TORN BETWEEN, by bestselling author, Emma Rose.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Emma Rose
• Release date: Sep 11, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310770494

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Torn Between 7: Seduced by the Billionaires

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Emma Rose

Copyright © 2014 by Emma Rose

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Torn Between 7: Seduced by the Billionaires

Cami sat back in her chair blinking away Maralee’s words and trying to wrap her mind around the idea that someone was lying to her, but she had lost track of who it was. The tears streaming down Maralee’s face weren’t from guilt or regret. They were love. Pure love.

Eddie showed me, Cami began again. The arrow that killed your father. It was in your closet. He had someone break in and take pictures of your diary, the arrow, the blood still on it. I saw them with my own eyes, Mar.

The little priestess spoke slowly, and gently. Yes, you did. It’s true. I have the arrow that killed my father in a box in my closet. But I didn’t kill him.

I don’t understand, Cami confessed.

I am only telling you this once. There are other people involved. It’s more than a secret. It’s a life debt, Maralee began hesitantly.

You can trust me. You could have trusted me with this all along, Cami affirmed.

Remember when we lived in the apartment off Rathskeller? The studio with the futons? Maralee started, giving herself time to work up to the actual event.

Ha ha, ‘Rat Killer Apartments.’ Geez, remember how the bathroom roof leaked straight into the toilet? Cami laughed. Those were tough times for them both, but now they were precious, funny memories.

Yeah. I was going to massage therapy school and working two jobs because Dad was going to take Mom out of Happy Day and put her in some nasty state facility.

Bastard, Cami gave her usual response every time the topic of Jim Snow arose.

I was serving someone at Burger Heaven and for a moment thought I saw a ghost or spirit. I walked right off the patio. I followed it over the little hill behind BH and tried to catch it. I thought Diana sent a messenger.

Of course you did. Cami rolled her eyes.

Anyway, Maralee huffed. This would be hard enough without Cami’s interjections. I followed the spirit back across the highway to the Lucky Deuce motel on Route 31. Only, when I got to the door I saw it go into and knocked, I discovered it wasn’t a spirit at all.

You never told me this! You knocked on a strange door at that roach motel? Jesus, Mar, You could have died! Cami blurted.

Well, I didn’t, Maralee bickered back. Now shut up so I can tell you this! Anyway, I knocked—not knowing what to expect—and Jennifer opened the door.

Jennifer, your sister?

No, Jennifer Aniston. OF COURSE, JENNIFER MY SISTER. Maralee’s volume