{"id":259081,"date":"2026-07-13T16:42:53","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:42:53","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/eight-ways-to-ecstasy-jeanette-grey\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T16:42:53","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T13:42:53","slug":"eight-ways-to-ecstasy-jeanette-grey","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/eight-ways-to-ecstasy-jeanette-grey\/","title":{"rendered":"Eight Ways To Ecstasy – Jeanette Grey"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Sort of.\u201d She frowned. How much did she really want to get into this? \u201cWe had a\u2014a fling, over the summer. We ran into each other a couple of weeks ago and decided to see if there was anything more to it.\u201d He paused for a second, and then his voice dropped.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou could have told me.\u201d She\u2019d felt like shit every time she hadn\u2019t. \u201cI wasn\u2019t sure how much there was to tell.\u201d She hadn\u2019t really thought it would last even this long. \u201cAnything would\u2019ve been nice. Here I was, thinking\u2026\u201d He trailed off. There was a bitter, wry slant to his mouth. They hadn\u2019t exactly spoken about Liam\u2019s interest in her out loud, but there it was, on the table between them now.<\/p>\n

They\u2019d might as well get it all out. \u201cI thought so, too. Maybe.\u201d She took a deep breath. She\u2019d resisted putting a label on what was going on between her and Rylan, or apparently even acknowledging it at all. But she couldn\u2019t lead Liam on. Even if she had seen some potential between them, Rylan had walked back into her life and reclaimed this piece of her heart she hadn\u2019t even realized was waiting for him.<\/p>\n

The piece he\u2019d crushed, but which had started to beat again the second she\u2019d seen his face. She was working to guard herself harder this time, but there were some things she couldn\u2019t deny. \u201cBut I\u2019m with Rylan.\u201d If it fell apart again tomorrow, it still wouldn\u2019t leave any room for anyone else. Not for a long time. Maybe not ever. They sat there in silence for a minute.<\/p>\n

Finally, he sighed. \u201cHe seems\u2026intense.\u201d With a half laugh, she agreed, \u201cYou have no idea.\u201d It was hard to believe their original affair had been as brief as it was. She\u2019d fallen in with him so quickly, had been swept under by his looks and his charm and the way he touched her. The things he taught her body it could do.<\/p>\n

But for all of that intensity, he\u2019d never acted quite the way he had the other night. She chose her words carefully. He\u2019s not usually like that had abuse victim written all over it, and she didn\u2019t want to paint this in the wrong light. \u201cFor what it\u2019s worth, he didn\u2019t really know about you, either.\u201d<\/p>\n

\u201cI may have gotten that,\u201d he said, desert-dry. \u201cGuy has a jealous streak a mile wide, huh?\u201d \u201cApparently.\u201d She took a sip of her coffee. Rylan\u2019s possessiveness had taken her by surprise, opening her eyes. He\u2019d always been so in control of himself before.<\/p>\n

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Thank you for your support of the author\u2019s rights. OceanofPDF.com To Scott, for showing me the world but also giving me a home. OceanofPDF.com Acknowledgments This book wouldn\u2019t be what it is without the help of a lot of people. My thanks to: My editor, Megha Parekh, for seeing exactly where this story needed to go.<\/p>\n

My agent, Mandy Hubbard, who always has my back. My critique partners: Heather McGovern, who flailed and kept me company and believed in me and these characters even when my faith was flagging; and Brighton Walsh, who\u2019s been a rock and a voice of sanity through a hell of a lot of storms. The beautiful blogging ladies of Bad Girlz Write, for always raising a glass, and the amazing folks at Capital Region Romance Writers of America, for their constant guidance and support.<\/p>\n

My college art professors, for helping me find my vision and make it come to life. My incredible husband, family, and friends, who never questioned my messy house or my canceling plans because I needed to stay in said messy house and write. And Sebastian. For his face. OceanofPDF.com chapter ONE \u201cThen you had better make it count.\u201d Rylan Bellamy\u2019s heart pounded as he stared up at Kate, scarcely daring to believe what he was hearing.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d come to her prepared to beg\u2014of course he had. She\u2019d changed his life, made him want things he\u2019d forgotten he could have. He\u2019d do anything he had to for the chance to win her back. And yet somehow, a part of him had honestly never believed that she\u2019d say yes. He remained there, literally on his knees for her, palms on her thighs and lungs burning as he waited for the catch.<\/p>\n

But nothing about her expression changed. This was real. She was giving him his shot. Seven more nights together. Seven nights to prove he was the same man she\u2019d fallen into bed with in Paris. Damn right he was going to make them count. Darting his gaze from her eyes to her mouth, he released his breath and licked his lips, flickering images of all the things he wanted to do to her heating his blood. Resolve made him firm up his grip.<\/p>\n

He\u2019d prove to her exactly how good they could be together. With his flesh, with his body. The only way he was sure he could.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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