Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair
JULE REIGH AND THE JIM STONE AFFAIR
BY LANI AAMES
Juliet Reigh, on her first solo assignment as an Interpol agent, is hot on the trail of the international jewel thief known as Jim Stone, and Jule is determined to get her man. Stone is suspected of stealing the necklace containing the Pink Ecstasy, a heart-cut pink diamond weighing in at 69.69 carats. Legend says the Pink Ecstasy’s owner and partner will experience the most sexual and sensual delights ever imagined.
Following and gathering intel on Stone are relatively easy and might be boring if Jule didn’t have sexual fantasies about the handsome thief to pass the time. When Jule is caught red-handed, Stone ties her up and tortures her to make her talk…except the so-called torture fulfills many of Jule’s sexual fantasies.
Can an Interpol agent and an international jewel thief get past their differences and have the happily-ever-after every couple craves? Find out in the thrilling sexcapade of Jule Reigh and the Jim Stone Affair !
Contemporary romance novelette, approx. 11,000 words or 37 pages.
Multiple O’s! “Oops! It’s time to pay the piper, and then some. An agent and a jewel thief? Together? Sex? Yum! Jule certainly hopes so. Lani Aames pens a short but very hot story that readers are going to loooovvveee…”
—Sinclair Reid for RRTErotic
4.5 Stars! “The sex has that scrumptious, delicious, dreamy quality that provides the maximum satisfaction… You won’t be able to ignore the zing as the couple’s activities become raunchier by each progressing line.”
—Milagros Fatima for JERR
4 Cherries! “I thoroughly enjoyed this read. …And I must say, I was in for quite a surprise as the story took a completely unexpected twist at the end. I highly recommend this story for a wonderfully erotic and satisfying journey into sexual fantasy. I will definitely be looking for more from this author.”
—Buttercup for Whipped Cream
“My name is Juliet Reigh.”
“Mmmm.” His hands slid off her shoulders, peeling off her jacket with them. When the collar was near her elbows, he jerked her forward while forcing the jacket back and effectively pinning her arms to her sides. “Jule Reigh. Do you really expect me to believe that?”
His sudden entrapment made her heart race. She apparently hadn’t convinced the thief she wasn’t out to capture him, after all. She looked up into his deep, fathomless eyes, irises so dark they nearly blended with his pupils, and in that moment, she almost didn’t care what he did to her as long as he fucked her first. “It’s my name. Blame my parents.”
“At first, I thought you were an agent of some kind. Interpol, most likely, but now…”
“Now?” she prompted, wondering if she could use his other notion to her advantage and make him forget all about agents and Interpol.
“Now, I think you must be Dia Manté, a well-known thief who steals only diamonds.”
Jule had heard of the notorious Dia Manté, another international jewel thief in Interpol’s files. With her sole interest in diamonds, she’d been a prime suspect along with Stone. Careful examination of the crime scene and analysis of the execution of the heist concluded the modus operandi was more in line with Stone than Manté.
“Interpol? Diamonds?” Jule widened her eyes in surprise. She decided to try to keep the cover of horny chick intact as long as she could. With luck, she just might pull it off. “I don’t know what you’re talking about?”
His ambiguous smile slanted to one side and clearly indicated he didn’t believe her. “No need to keep up the pretense. You’re one or the other—Interpol agent or jewel thief. But which one?”
“I—” she began another denial, but he pressed a finger across her mouth.
“Don’t insult me. I’ve been in this business long enough to know when I’m being set up.” He let his finger slide away. “I have to admit, my desire for you is clouding my instinct, and I don’t know which one you are. So we’re going to play a little game.”
In one swift movement, he yanked off her jacket and tossed it away. Startled, Jule made a noise that sounded suspiciously like a squeak. He had her nerves on edge because she never squeaked. “Wh-What kind of game?”
“Twenty questions…except every time you give an answer I don’t like, I remove a piece of your clothing.”