Thursday has never wanted to be shared but here she is, being passed from one Master to the next as if she is nothing more than a doll, there only to please them. All this because Scary hated not having been the one to break her. The damn man obviously thinks he's a god. Ah, let her laugh! He's just like the other ones, except...except now he's also the only one who seems to take care of her. The only one who manages to make her come, the only one who tries. What's going on? Why is Scary suddenly the man she goes to? And why does no one listen to her when she says she doesn't do women?

Warnings: This title contains graphic language, group sex and elements of lesbian sex.

Word Count: 18,968

Seriously Reviewed, 17.5/20 SCORE

In the heart of the story, I couldn’t read through the pages fast enough. I simply had to know what was going to happen next… Ms. Hillman pens a poignant story and in the end I felt exactly as Thursday.

 

Claudia R., Manic Readers Reviews

…packed full of hot sex, drama, and good old-fashioned jealousy… very worth the read… now I am anticipating the third installment in this very promising series! Well done Ms. Hillman! 

EXCERPT:

I whirled around and gasped when I saw Cherie and Sandy standing there, beaming at us as if they were proud parents. “What are you doing here?” Hadn’t he just said it was his turn? Why were his other girls here then?

“I’ve been told you need to learn to play with the others now that everyone is sharing you.” Blondy’s voice was deadly serious and even if I could see the hesitation in his eyes, there was no way he could deny he wasn’t loving this idea. He was so hard his pants were tenting for fuck’s sake!

“I told you I didn’t do women.” That’d been a while ago but still! Nothing had changed since then. I hadn’t changed! “I thought you couldn’t force me to do what I didn’t want!”

“True but you know we have the right to persuade you otherwise.” He advanced towards me and as I took a step back, I found myself surrounded. Female curves hug my back as his fingers trailed down my face, his thumb parting my lips so he could kiss me again.

I tried to move, I swear I did, but before I knew what was happening, his mouth was on mine and I was lost. I know, I know, it was damn stupid of me to think I’d ever have the upper hand in this place. I should have expected them to push me towards the other women but hell, I’d really thought I’d made myself clear. That the deal I’d made with Scary would be enough to deter them.

Guess again.