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Prince of Sin
by Cass Ford
Genre: Contemporary Romance
When
a savvy gossip vlogger and porn’s most renowned bad boy fall in
lust, they must decide if they’ll follow passion into dangerous
territory.
As
someone who despises the media, why is Chase Prince spending time
with a reporter? Clearly, he’s intrigued. But can a scorched
sinner—and the biggest smut star around—let a fierce civilian
enter his domain?
Prince of Sin takes readers beyond
Tinseltown’s glossy Hollywood Hills to Silicone Valley—for a
behind-the-scenes look at a sometimes bleak, always risqué world.
ENJOY AN EXERPT
“She needed to be this fake, tabloid-friendly couple,” Chase revealed. “That’s
why I don’t care what strangers think. It’s all horseshit.”
why I don’t care what strangers think. It’s all horseshit.”
His laissez-faire image philosophy impressed Morgan. She’d been raised to
present most respectably in a prim world. They hiked in silence for a
moment until strangely, an out-of-site owl hooted. “You want to direct?”
present most respectably in a prim world. They hiked in silence for a
moment until strangely, an out-of-site owl hooted. “You want to direct?”
“Wanted,” he clarified, stiffening and scratching uncomfortably behind his
neck. “But Tori’s right, I know nothing about directing.”
neck. “But Tori’s right, I know nothing about directing.”
As they passed another group, one guy shouted, “Love your work, man!”
Chase softened, high-fiving the guy. He took recognition in stride.
Chase softened, high-fiving the guy. He took recognition in stride.
“And you?” Chase asked.
A raindrop skimmed her arm. “What about me?”
“Once you’re free from this wretched porn beat, you’d like to work on real news
?” When she simply shrugged, he asked, “What do you want to do with your
life?”
?” When she simply shrugged, he asked, “What do you want to do with your
life?”
“To make the news, not just report it,” she explained, breathing deeply as they
approached the hilltop.
approached the hilltop.
“How?”
“However I can,” she responded, an enthused smile forming. “Perhaps I’ll
write world-changing features, do humanitarian work, bridge the gender
gap, produce controversial films and market the fuck out of them, because
all I do is read marketing blogs and brainstorm creative ways Slander could
sell itself better.”
write world-changing features, do humanitarian work, bridge the gender
gap, produce controversial films and market the fuck out of them, because
all I do is read marketing blogs and brainstorm creative ways Slander could
sell itself better.”
They reached the summit to face hazy L.A. Catching her breath, Morgan
clutched her ponytail in defeat. Inland, downtown skyscrapers vanished into
darkening clouds. Westward, a continuous stream of airplanes landed at
LAX, ushering more dreamers to the City of Angels. “How will I ever make a
difference with twenty destinations and no GPS?”
clutched her ponytail in defeat. Inland, downtown skyscrapers vanished into
darkening clouds. Westward, a continuous stream of airplanes landed at
LAX, ushering more dreamers to the City of Angels. “How will I ever make a
difference with twenty destinations and no GPS?”
To Chase, Morgan’s response was sexier than anything he had heard in a
long time. Almost daily, he met self-obsessed women counting Followers
and Likes. But Morgan hoped to help others, to change the world for the
better. Her compassion inspired awe.
long time. Almost daily, he met self-obsessed women counting Followers
and Likes. But Morgan hoped to help others, to change the world for the
better. Her compassion inspired awe.
He frowned, mortified at having once suggested a private session with
someone so genuine. He’d never desired a woman’s inner beauty, but
suddenly nothing aroused him more. Marching over, he lifted her chin and
softly kissed her. She closed her eyes, melting into his inviting lips.
someone so genuine. He’d never desired a woman’s inner beauty, but
suddenly nothing aroused him more. Marching over, he lifted her chin and
softly kissed her. She closed her eyes, melting into his inviting lips.
When a raindrop splashed their noses, they separated and exchanged
fraught glances. The sprinkle escalated, thunder erupting as people dashed
to their cars. Chase and Morgan followed, carefully descending the summit
under a thickening downpour. Reaching a plateau, Chase considered the
view and saw that Grieta Profunda Canyon Park, the public hiking
metropolis, was clearing out. He grabbed Morgan’s hand. “Stop!”
fraught glances. The sprinkle escalated, thunder erupting as people dashed
to their cars. Chase and Morgan followed, carefully descending the summit
under a thickening downpour. Reaching a plateau, Chase considered the
view and saw that Grieta Profunda Canyon Park, the public hiking
metropolis, was clearing out. He grabbed Morgan’s hand. “Stop!”
She raised an eyebrow as he turned his hat backward before seizing her
face. Their mouths met with force, tongues entwined, hearts racing. She bit
that luscious lower lip, a craving finally fulfilled.
face. Their mouths met with force, tongues entwined, hearts racing. She bit
that luscious lower lip, a craving finally fulfilled.
Besides a few ant-sized stragglers in the valley, they were completely alone.
It was undeniably a public tryst, overlooking Los Angeles, yet sheets of rain
placed them in safe seclusion.
It was undeniably a public tryst, overlooking Los Angeles, yet sheets of rain
placed them in safe seclusion.
Chase backed Morgan through bristly shrubs before pressing her against a
steep slope. Dry dirt slopped into mud and splattered their legs, but neither
cared, devouring each other their only concern.
steep slope. Dry dirt slopped into mud and splattered their legs, but neither
cared, devouring each other their only concern.
Cass
Ford began creating smoldering male protagonists when she was five
years old and convinced her aunt that she had a hot and heavy
kindergarten boyfriend. In grade school, she penned tales on her
parents' typewriter and by middle school sold her own love and gossip
magazines to friends. As a preteen at sleepover camp, Cass often told
playful, steamy bedtime stories to her bunkmates.
After
earning her Bachelor of Journalism degree and several TV/film
certificates, Cass continued to hone her passion for storytelling as
a television development producer. Born and raised in Canada, she now
resides in California.
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