Published by Science Future Press on January 18th 2016
Buy on Amazon
Chella plays the game of Taking Turns with three men as she comes to terms with her sexuality.
I’ve never been afraid of the dark...but that doesn’t mean I wanted to live in it. And maybe everyone wants what they can’t have, but I should’ve thought it over before I accepted the key and unlocked the door to their forbidden world.
Number One is mostly silent. He watches me with them very carefully. His gaze never wanders. His interest never wanes.
Number Two is mostly gentle. But it’s the other side of him I like best. The wild side.
Number Three is mostly reserved. He refuses to cross the line. Even when I beg.
It was carnal, it was sensual, and it was erotic. That’s it. That’s all it was supposed to be. A trip into the dark. A peek into the forbidden.
I just didn’t expect to like them.
Taking Turns by JA Huss
Barnes & Noble:http://smarturl.it/e8kvuq
Add to Goodreads: http://smarturl.it/9u5u9l
I flick the light on and she closes her eyes, hiding her face to shield herself from the sudden brightness.
She’s… pretty. Dark hair, long and straight, kind of like Rochelle’s, but nothing at all like Rochelle’s at the same time. Her skin is fair, which isn’t surprising since it’s winter and the sun seems to have gone missing in Denver for the past month. Her hands are tied behind her back, so I can’t see them. And she’s sitting up, knees to chest, completely naked, and I can see her pussy.
I stare for a moment longer than I should and then I finally look at her face—a sweet face. Wide blue eyes looking up at me, the remnants of her make-up streaked down her cheeks like she’s been crying.
But she isn’t crying now.
Her nose is small and her plump lips are wrapped around the ball of the gag. Drool is dripping out of her mouth. One long strand hangs just above her left breast, ready to fall.
“Well,” I say, far beyond curious at this point, “I can’t wait to hear what you’ve got to say about this.”
I crouch down in front of her legs and catch her scent. The flowers. Or citrus, whichever it is. I inhale deeply and can’t help but take in the smell of sex.
I look her in the eyes as I reach behind her head and unstrap the gag. It falls forward, dropping into her lap as I watch her adjust, swallow down the drool, and then take a deep breath.
She says nothing.
Just stares at me.
My hand is between her legs. My finger slipping inside her pussy. She is wet. So fucking wet. She doesn’t close her eyes or moan. In fact, her eyes never leave mine. Not once.
She likes it.
I remove my slick fingers from her pussy and bring them to her mouth.
She opens, sucks them.
Still, she stares into my eyes.
I envision her mouth on my cock and grow hard at the thought.
And then I close my eyes.
But only for a moment. Barely a blink. I’m back in control. I reach for her upper arm and pull her to her feet. She complies willingly. And then I spin her around and begin untying her wrists.
The rope is tight. Tighter than it should be. Quin knows how to tie a girl up, I’ve seen him do it enough times to be sure of that. But he was probably panicking, so I don’t judge.
When I get the rope off there is a deep red burn ringing her wrists.
She brings her hands in front of her to get a look at her wrists. I take them, looking closely at her wounds. “I have something for that. But first, let’s make progress on your clothes.”
“I have clothes,” she says, her voice not weak, not small, but firm and strong. “On the chair.”
I walk over to the chair and pick them up. Jeans. Nondescript sweater. Winter shearling boots. Some semi-nice lingerie and thick cotton socks.
“Well, that won’t do,” I say, walking back to the closets. I open the one across the short hallway from the one I share with Bric and Quin. Rochelle’s closet.
I don’t know what I expected, but I’m kinda taken aback that everything Rochelle owns is still in there. Her many, many, many pairs of thrift-store shoes, and skirts, and those horrible long dresses. Even her purses are still here. She never shopped for purses at the thrift stores. They are all designer. Even the fringy ones. They live in soft cloth bags that come inside the purse when you purchase it, and they are lined up on the top shelf like little surprises wrapped in velvet.
I only know this because I bought her a few purses myself that first year. A Prada, a Gucci, and some other brand she asked for that I had never heard of, but which set me back almost three thousand dollars.
If Rochelle ever tells someone the story of us, she better not call me cheap.
I sigh and divert my attention to the limited number of classy, five-star-restaurant-worthy dresses hanging on the far end of a rack. I look back at the new girl for a moment, then choose a red one. To set off her hair.
“Here,” I say, holding the hanger out to her. “Put this on, please.”
“What?” the girl asks, taking the hanger from me.
“I didn’t stutter. Put on the dress. I have to walk you out, obviously. You can’t walk out in jeans, for fuck’s sake. This is Turning Point Club. We have a dress code.”
“Why can’t I go out the back?”
I stop looking for shoes to match the dress and turn to stare at her. “Is that how you got in?”
She nods. “The freight elevator.”
“Figures. Fucking Rochelle hated the dress code. Well, the freight elevator isn’t going to work for me, I’m afraid. I don’t leave by way of the freight elevator. I walk in. Everybody sees me. I walk out. Everybody sees me. And since I have to walk you out, you’re going to look the part. Now put on the fucking dress.”
I turn back to the shoes.
“I need my bra and underwear,” she says.
“Not for that dress, you don’t.”
My Thoughts on Taking Turns…
Wowza!! wow wow wow!! Nobody knows how to write a HOT book like JA Huss!!! Give me a dark taboo romance and I’m in my happy place! Taking Turns was unlike anything I’ve read. You have an idea about the book just looking at the cover but IT’S SO MUCH MORE!! It’s hot, twisted, and I could not get enough of it! Did I mention it’s HOT????!!!! I love the complexity of the story. We get the story from all angles and we are able to get into each characters head and their mind set. It would be easy to tell this story in a singular point of view but as a reader we would miss so much. Getting the story in each players view was crazy at first but once I became familiar with them it made perfect sense. This was a huge 5 star read and if you love a dark taboo read this one is for you!
Quinn, Bric, and Smith all love playing the game. They have structure and rules they follow. They are in place for a reason and they have always followed them for years. Each player has their own special qualities and each differ from what they bring to the table. Quinn is the loveable one. He would want to be your boyfriend, to shower you will gifts and make you fill loved. Bric is the one who wants a shiny toy to show off. He needs dates for parties and events. But he’s also a boy who loves his toys. And then there’s Smith, he likes to watch more than anything.
When the latest girl Rochelle decides to leave the game, normally they would find a new girl to replace her. But what happens when Rochelle finds her own replacement. Being creatures of habit this first causes havoc in the group. The girl is not supposed to pick them, they are supposed to pick the girl. When Chella makes an unexpected appearance they men decide that since she is a willing participant to keep her in the game. But games are played on both sides and who is playing who?
Everyone has secrets and when the dots start connecting we see who is really playing the game and who discovers something they didn’t know they were looking for. I thought I knew how things were going to play out as at the Turning Point Club, anything can and will happen. This was mind blowing novel from JA Huss! This can read as a complete novel but oh, there is so much more to come and I’ll be waiting!
Here’s a sneak at the next book in the series, Turning Back
TURNING BACK The Turning Series #2 By JA Huss
Publishes April 12, 2017
I lived in the dark for three years. My whole world revolved around the whims and happiness of three men. It was just a trip into the forbidden. A way out of a bad situation and forward into nothingness.
Quin, with his easy smile and charming good looks. He was always there for me… Until he wasn’t.
Smith, and his dispassionate attention. He was never there for me and he never regretted it.
Bric, the one who listened, but only to himself. Self-absorbed, self-obsessed, and self-serving. He was never the one I wanted.
And now he might be the only one I have left.
It was good while it lasted, I guess. But it could’ve been so much more. It could’ve been so much better.
And that’s why I’m turning back.