For This: Their Sub Series, #3

By Linzi Basset

It all started with the wine.

Chloe was bored. Ever since Diana and Shona got hitched and moved to cow-country, Chloe has been in a limbo. As a successful designer, her career was on the rise. But her personal life needed a serious makeover. That shouldn't have been reason enough, for Chloe to chug down questionable quantity of wine and wake up in a stranger's bed . . . er . . . naked.

Things just escalated from there.

Rex was a man on a mission. He'd had his sights set on the delectable Ms. Walker. And now that she was within his grasp, he had no intention of letting her slip away. Along with his best friends, Wade & Mark, Rex starts weaving a web of emotions around Chloe; compelling her to surrender her body and mind to the insanely hot trio.

Chloe was caught. She took the plunge into the unknown and never came up for air. They possessed her. Inside and out. But when the past collides with present, will Chloe persevere?

Chloe better watch out, as the sexy trio is about to school her in the matters of body . . . and soul.

She'll probably need a lot more wine. For this.

For This, is the final book in Their Sub Series. It's a series about three besties, Diana in No Option, Book 1, Shona in Done For, Book 2, and Chloe Walker in Book 3. They are standalone but wouldn't you rather know what all three women experienced?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Linzi Basset
• Release date: Jul 2, 2018
• ISBN: 9781540143525

Linzi Basset

“Isn’t it a universal truth that it’s our singular experiences and passion, for whatever thing or things, which molds us all into the individuals we become? Whether it's hidden in the depths of our soul or exposed for all to see?” Linzi Basset is a South African born animal rights supporter with a poet’s heart, and she is also a bestselling fiction writer of suspense filled romance erotica books; who as the latter, refuses to be bound to any one sub-genre. She prefers instead to stretch herself as a storyteller which has resulted in her researching and writing historical and even paranormal themed works. Her initial offering: Club Alpha Cove, a BDSM club suspense series released back in 2015, reached Amazon’s Bestseller list, and she has been on those lists ever since. Labelling her as prolific is a gross understatement as just a few short years later she has now been published forty-one times; a total which fails to take into account the three other published works of her alter ego: Isabel James who co-authors—nor does it include the five additional new works marked for imminent release. “I write from the inside out. My stories are both inside me and a part of me so it can be either pleasurable to release them or painful to carve them out. I live every moment of every story I write. So, if you're looking for spicy and suspenseful, I'm your girl... woman... writer... you know what I mean!" Linzi believes that by telling stories in her own voice, she can better share with her readers the essence of her being: her passionate nature; her motivations; and her wildest fantasies. She feels every touch as she writes, every kiss, every harsh word uttered, and this to her is the key to a never-ending love of writing. Ultimately, all books by Linzi Basset are about passion. To her, passion is the driving force of all emotion; whether it be lust, desire, hate, trust, or love. This is the underlying message contained in her books. Her advice: “Believe in the passions driving your desires; live them; enjoy them; and allow them to bring you happiness.” Follow Linzi everywhere: https://linktr.ee/LinziBasset

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FOR THIS

THEIR SUB SERIES – BOOK 3

A BDSM Romance Novella

By

Linzi Basset

Copyright © 2017 Linzi Basset - All rights reserved

For This

Copyright © 2017 Linzi Basset

Edited: Anumeha Gokhale

Published by: Linzi Basset

Cover Design by: Linzi Basset

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Contents

Author’s Note & Blurb

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Excerpt: Say Yes

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Author’s Note & Blurb

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Dear Reader,

For This, book 3, Sassy Chloe Walker decided to go on a trip to Tucson to visit her two besties, Diana, and Shona. A decision that tumbled her entire world upside down.

It all started with the wine.

Chloe was bored. Ever since Diana and Shona got hitched and moved to cow-country, Chloe has been in a limbo. As a successful designer, her career was on the rise. But her personal life needed a serious makeover. That shouldn’t have been reason enough, for Chloe to chug down questionable quantity of wine and wake up in a stranger’s bed ... er ... naked.

Things just escalated from there.

Rex was a man on a mission. He’d had his sights set on the delectable Ms. Walker. And now that she was within his grasp, he had no intention of letting her slip away. Along with his best friends, Wade & Mark, Rex starts weaving a web of emotions around Chloe; compelling her to surrender her body and mind to the insanely hot trio.

Chloe was caught. She took the plunge into the unknown and never came up for air. They possessed her. Inside and out. But when the past collides with present, will Chloe persevere?

Chloe better watch out, as the sexy trio is about to school her in the matters of body ... and soul.

She’ll probably need a lot more wine. For this.

I trust you enjoyed this short novella series of these three besties. I certainly enjoyed writing them.

As always, thank you from the bottom of my heart for your continued support.

Warm regards,

Linzi Basset

Chapter One

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Ooh, geez!

Chloe grabbed her head as she sat up.

Well done, Chloe Walker. Way to go, getting roaring drunk, she whispered through parched lips.

The last time she’d drunk, as much as she had the night before, had been at college. She never drank more than a glass or two of wine when she went out. Overindulgence, in the past ten years, only happened when she and her two besties got together and wiped out a couple of bottles together.

Yeah. If Diana and Shona had been there, they would’ve stopped me.

A grunt next to her, on the bed, froze every cell in her body. She opened her fingers to peek through them, only to encounter a room that wasn’t hers. It was stylish and luxurious, but it was definitely not her bedroom in her little beach house!

Fuck! Where am I? And who the hell is ... oh, heelllooo!

Her hands fell away from her face. Her eyes wandered over the naked body. One every woman would drool over.

Damn and the sheet didn’t cover the good parts!

The man was a muscle palace and in the early morning light shining through the window, she could see he was an outdoorsy type. His skin was tanned; probably spent a lot of time in the sun. His shoulders were insanely wide and bulged with well-defined muscles. His back moved up and down as he breathed evenly, and her eyes tracked down further.

Holy smokes. Look at that butt! Mmmmm. Man, he looks good enough to lick ... or bite ... yummy.

Her fingers itched to trace the perfect Fibonacci curve of his delicious ass, but she suppressed the desire. It wouldn’t do to wake him. His face was turned away from her, so she had no idea what he looked like. She racked her brain but couldn’t remember much of the previous night. Least of all, how she ended up in bed with such a hunk.

She moved her body but didn’t feel the usual twinge of a morning after sex. Well, at least I didn’t do the naughty in my wine-induced sleep.

With her eyes on him, she slowly swung her legs to the floor and got up. She groaned when she realized she was stark naked.

Way to go, Chloe. This just keeps getting better and better.

Luckily it was one of those thick mattresses that didn’t move when one person did, and she managed to leave the bed without waking him. She froze when his legs moved, and he turned on his side. She glanced up. Oh, my. Her breath got stuck in her throat as she got her first look at his face. He was gorgeous, a little rough around the edges but mouthwatering, nonetheless. She swallowed and forced herself to leave the bed. Then the frantic search for her clothes began. After an exasperating five minutes, she gave up. There was not a single piece of her clothing anywhere in the room.

She peeked through the door to find a wide hallway. Her red satin thong and bra were on the floor, at a small distance from each other. She picked them up and followed the trail of various pieces of clothing to a posh den with floor length windows looking out over the ocean.

Oh my god, Chloe. Just what did you do last night? Fuck, what did I miss? I can’t even remember fucking that gorgeous piece of candy in the room. She whispered to herself as she quickly dressed.

With a final regretful glance toward the bedroom, she left quietly. She was too embarrassed about her lack of memory to even wonder who the stranger in the bed was. All she wanted to do was to leave before she had to encounter him again.

The penthouse? Wow, impressive, she murmured when she stepped through the front door to encounter a private elevator in the luxurious hallway outside the apartment.

She felt rather conspicuous in her sexy, little red dress, when she encountered the concierge right across the elevator when she arrived at the lobby of the building.

Good morning, miss. I trust you had a pleasant evening with Mr. Anderson? Is he bringing his car around to the front? The portly man asked with a friendly smile.

Chloe could feel her face heat up. Ehm ... no, I need to call a cab, she breathed out in a rush.

Oh, no need. Let me take care of that for you. Mr. Anderson has an arrangement with a private company.

Chloe’s face was beet red. She wasn’t sure if it was from embarrassment or anger. Although why she would be angry at a certain Mr. Anderson for regularly indulging in this kind of playtime, she had no idea.

Please, no, I’ll just call a cab myself. But the dense man was already speaking to someone on the phone.

There. They’ll be here in five minutes. Lovely day, isn’t it?

Yeah, it is indeed, she agreed as she gazed out toward the ocean. Chloe hadn’t adapted very well to being alone in San Francisco after Diana and Shona got hitched and moved to Tucson.

The three of them had been friends for as long as she could remember and used to do everything together. She missed the closeness she had with them; the special girl’s night—just to chat and be silly. Especially when one of them had a date.

Fuck! I won’t even have anyone to share this with.

Chloe sighed. It was no use denying it. She was lonely. She had other friends, but they weren’t Diana and Shona. It just wasn’t the same and she could never share that kind of rapport with anyone else. They were like the Power Puff Girls. Without them, Chloe had been floundering around like an autumn leaf in the wind.

The ride home took quite a while. The penthouse was in San Mateo and her house was in Westlake. She frowned. She couldn’t have gone all the way out there to a bar, so how did she end up in his apartment?

Half Moon Bay! Yes, I went with Amy and Sheila to the Half Moon Bay resort party.

Chloe groaned as part of the evening came crawling back into her memory. She definitely didn’t have too much to drink but she’d had nothing to eat, which explains why it hit her so hard.

Amy and Sheila should’ve stopped her. She wracked her head and felt her cheeks heat up as she recalled how she’d met the gorgeous Mr. Anderson.

Do you know that guy, Chloe? Amy asked.

Chloe dragged her enamored gaze away from the stunning man who had been openly looking at her.

No, but I sure as hell won’t mind him kicking off his shoes under my bed.

At a guess, he must be having the same thoughts. He’s been watching you since he arrived at the bar. It’s almost like he’s daring you to approach him, Sheila offered.

Well, then, it’ll be bad manners to ignore such an invitation, don’t you think? Chloe lilted, slightly tipsy. She hadn’t touched liquor for months and that first Tequila shot had gone straight to her head. Following it up with two glasses of wine hadn’t been very clever.

I don’t think that’s such a good idea, Chloe. You’re not completely sober, Amy finally realized that she was unstable on her feet. Chloe usually didn’t get high and was a clever drinker, but tonight she got sloshed almost from the first tot.

Just a friendly chat. What’s the danger in that? Chloe waved away their concern and trotted over to the man at the bar. His eyes glinted the closer she got.

Do we know each other? she asked and slinked onto the barstool next to him.

I know of you, he said in a deep baritone that caused her womanly bits to tingle excitedly.

Hmm, that’s scary. How exactly do you know of me when I know I’ve never set eyes on you?

Let’s just say through a mutual friend. He brushed his finger over her cheek, leaving