Pleasure Exchange

Book Cover: Pleasure Exchange
Part of the Pleasure Games series:

Pleasure Games, Book 3
Reissue Edition (Trade Paperback):
Avon Red (June 25, 2013)
ISBN-10: 0062265598
ISBN-13: 9780062265593

pleasureexchangeTrade Paperback:

Avon Red (February 5, 2008)
ISBN-10: 0060898577
ISBN-13: 9780060898571

Pleasure Exchange, the third and final book in Cathryn Fox's erotic Pleasure Games series, which also includes Pleasure Control and Pleasure Prolonged, finds sexy scientist Sam York preparing to lead his own team to test a female libido enhancer.

Sam's super-hot neighbor, crack reporter Cathleen Nichols, is the perfect test subject for his sensual experiments, but when she writes an article calling attention to the lab's controversial work, he finds himself torn between anger and attraction...

Cat's been lusting for Sam, and though her article threatens to stand between them, who is she to say no when offered the chance to engage in Sam's pleasure game and test out the "wonder formula" with the Adonis-like guy next door?

In the tradition of Fifty Shades of Grey, this erotic adventure is pure ecstasy.

Publisher: Avon Red, Harper Collins

"These things are pretty comfortable."

The sound of Cat's voice brought his attention back around to her. He twisted sideways and made the mistake of panning the length of her body. There was something very sensual about a woman in a pair of scrubs, he decided.


As his gaze caressed her curves, anger once again segued to desire, leaving him warm and wanting. Cuffs rolled up at the ankle, her pants rode low on flared hips. Underneath her thin top she wore no bra, gifting him with a view of perfect round peaks. Eyes fixated on her sweet angles, he tried not to stare, but her gentle slopes proved too much of a distraction. His fingers itched, forcing him to fight his natural inclination to touch her. Christ, if she'd removed her damp bra he could only bet she'd disposed of her panties too. Fire licked over his thighs. Oh hell! He gulped air as his thoughts scattered like his lab rats when the lights flicked on.

"Coffee smells good."

Right. Coffee. Censoring his thoughts, he turned from her probing gaze and filled her mug. His knuckles brushed her skin as he handed it to her. Soft. So very soft. Like a kitten's fur. He wondered if she purred too.

"Have a seat, let's talk." He tried to keep his voice level, but it came out harsher than he intended.

She raised one hand in a halting motion. "Before you start yelling, I want to apologize."

He opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off.

"First hear me out." Cat grabbed a chair, tipped her mug and took a tiny sip of her coffee. "I heard what you said to Rio and I really am sorry, Sam. The article wasn't meant to draw negative attention to your experiments. I just wanted to break away from fluff articles and show my editor what I'm capable of."

Sam's head came up with a start. It surprised him that she considered her work fluff. He loved her humorous, "Cat on the Prowl" column. A satirical take on 'men, mating and masturbating' as she put it. On many mornings her column was the topic of conversation around the water cooler.

"Fluff articles?"

She blew out a breath and continued. "If I ever want to move up the food chain at the paper, I need to start writing serious news. Without substantial experience or noteworthy editorials no one is going to look twice at me." Cat took another sip of coffee and blinked up at him. "So you see Sam, I respect your work. It was never my intention to upset you or lead protestors to believe you were going to hurt Rio. I, for one, understand the need for testing, but never thought for a minute you'd do anything to harm her. I've seen the way you care for her."

The last shreds of anger dissipated as he met her apologetic eyes. He understood the inner drive to succeed. He had that drive himself.

"So I've been giving it a lot of thought." She leaned forward, her plunging neckline affording him a view of her creamy cleavage, fueling his imagination. In that instant he knew there was nothing he could do to deter his cock from rising to the occasion and tenting his pants. The gentleman in him urged him to look the other way. The man in him decided at this particular moment, manners were overrated.

His mind careened off track. Desire stabbed through him. He indulged his wayward thoughts as he envisioned his mouth wrapped around one perfect, pink areola, sucking, nibbling and licking until she cried out in painful bliss. Sweet mother of God and all good things holy! His sinful thoughts were paving him a path straight to Hell.

"I've figured out a way I can help you finish the experiment."

He transferred his thoughts back to the situation. "Help?" He poured a generous amount of cream into his coffee and met her at the table.

She cleared her throat before speaking. Her voice thinned to a whisper as she proceeded. "Yeah, me in exchange for the chimp." With a quick nod, she motioned to Rio.

Had she read his mind?

Blood racing, he came up short. His knees nearly went right out from under him, causing him to spill his coffee. Suddenly it took effort to stand. He pulled out a chair and lowered himself into it. He met her gaze from across the table.

She had to be kidding.

He paused and cocked his head, assessing her. They stared at each other for a long, quiet moment. He furrowed his brow, unable to believe her offer.

"Are you serious?"

Her sensuous mouth twisted into a frown, clearly indicating her silent apology. She wrapped her slender hands around her mug and blew out a slow breath. "I got you into this mess, it's the least I could do to get you out."

He got quiet for a moment as he mulled over her offer. Did she have any idea what she was getting herself into? Any idea of how they'd have to test the serum. Provocative images of how he'd like to test her responses to the libido enhancer made his pulse rate kick up a notch. He bit back a low growl of longing as his desire mounted.

He threaded his fingers through his hair and kept his voice controlled. "Do you have any idea what this entails?"

She nodded, dark lashes opening wide over come-hither eyes. "Testing a female libido enhancer," she rushed out, leaning toward him. He caught another whiff of her delectable orange scent.

Sam had to admit, right now there were two things he wanted. One, to complete his assignment on time, and two, Cat Nichols. Not necessarily in that order. Damned if she wasn't offering him a way to have both. He'd never mixed work and pleasure before. The two had never gone hand in hand. Until now.

"Cat, do you understand what you'd have to do to help me?"

"Not exactly," she confessed.

Sam leaned back in his chair and stretched his legs. Warmth coiled through him as his calf brushed hers. She didn't flinch, nor did she pull away. What she did do was shift in her chair, allowing more of her leg to brush his.

It took all his effort to force his arousal-fogged brain back to their conversation. "First we have to test and record your sexual responses to stimuli without the enhancer. Then we wait twenty-four hours, give you the serum, and test your responses again."

Her eyes darkened. "Sam?" she asked, her voice a little uneven, a little raspy. "What stimuli?"

He angled closer, gauging her reactions. He spent a long moment just looking at her before he answered in a soft tone, "Me."

Reviews:Romantic Times BOOKreviews wrote:

4 Stars from Romantic Times BOOKreviews

Fox delivers with another delicious tale of likable characters and steamy romance. The emotional tension and sultry sex between Sam and Cat burns up the pages. Since this is the third and final book in the Pleasure Games series, you may want to read the other books first, but this latest installment also reads well as a stand-alone. Either way, you'll enjoy this quick and sexy story.

The Romance Studio wrote:

4.5 Hearts from The Romance Studio

PLEASURE EXCHANGE is the third book in the Pleasure Games series, and one that doesn't disappoint the readers. This author has written another winner and I hope we will get more books in the Pleasure Games series.

Romance Reader at Heart wrote:

TOP PICK from Romance Reader at Heart

PLEASURE EXCHANGE by Cathryn Fox is a decadent, delicious treat! I gobbled this in one sitting. When it was done, I felt like I had eaten a box of really good, expensive chocolates...completely satisfied. PLEASURE EXCHANGE is a fast, smart, romantic read that is worth reading more than once. Me? I know I'm going to read this again...and again...and again!

New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster wrote:

Sizzling, irresistible, wonderful.

USA Today bestselling author, Julianne MacLean wrote:

Witty, clever, and wickedly titillating; Cathryn Fox is the next Queen of Steamy Romance.

Pleasure Prolonged

Book Cover: Pleasure Prolonged
Part of the Pleasure Games series:

Pleasure Games, Book 2
Reissue Edition (Trade Paperback):
Avon Red (May 21, 2013)
ISBN-10: 0062265601
ISBN-13: 9780062265609

pleasureprolongedTrade Paperback:

Avon Red (December 26, 2008)
ISBN-10: 0060898550
ISBN-13: 9780060898557

Once a mere lab assistant, Erin Shay is thrilled over her new promotion. The curvaceous, brainy, somewhat straight-laced lady has been placed in charge of an important new research project: testing a serum specially designed to substantially prolong a couple's lovemaking.

With scientists Jay and Laura off on their honeymoon, Erin's been left alone in the lab with her hard-bodied new assistant, Kale Alexander, a sexy stud who has "playboy" written all over him.

Erin's never even had a one-night stand—but the project's success depends upon her playing the wild, wanton bad girl to red-hot Casanova Kale. Since she's already learned the perils of leaving her heart too open to heartbreak, this time she'll be the one calling the shots. Her bad boy partner is going to know from the get-go that this will be a brief sex-only affair—hot, torrid, steamy love in the interests of science with absolutely no strings attached.

But when the loving is this deliciously hot, who in her right mind wouldn't want to prolong the pleasure...

Publisher: Avon Red, Harper Collins

Meet me in an elevator sometime.

Her footsteps stilled as a fine tingle stirred her most erogenous zone. Good Lord, she needed to pull herself together. She diligently tried to shrug off his sexual invitation as she resumed her pace. Not only was it frowned upon to intimately consort with a colleague, as Deanne had so graciously pointed out, but she would never be able to get any work done as long as she continued to imagine the kinds of private, intimate things he would do behind the closed doors of an elevator.

Private, intimate things he would do to her.


She blew out a shuddery breath and surveyed the lobby. Deanne hurried past her and made her way to the stairwell. God forbid the woman took the elevator and stored a calorie. Of course, the fact that the antique elevator wheezed like a pneumonia patient and made unscheduled stops between floors, leaving its occupants trapped while it recaptured steam, made for another good reason to take the stairs.

Erin glanced around again. No sign of Kale. She released a sigh and ignored the odd wave of disappointment that stirred her blood. Cripes, she wasn't really considering having sex in an elevator with Kale, was she?

When the steel doors opened, she rushed ahead and stepped inside. Catching sight of her reflection in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, she smoothed her hands over her windblown hair.

Okay, okay, so she couldn't deny that she'd taken extra care with in her appearance that morning as she carefully knotted her hair in a ponytail at the nape of her neck.

The way Kale liked it.

She touched her finger to her lips, and for the umpteenth time since the wedding reception, she relived Kale's sensuous kiss. Here it was days later and that kiss were still messing with her mind. No man had ever kissed her like that before.

The truth was, the two men she'd been intimate with had spent more time worrying about their pleasures, than hers. Her trips between the sheets were over long before they had even begun, leaving Erin having to take

matters into her own hands.

Of course, there was that one time that she thought she'd had an orgasm with her ex-fianc?, but then she quickly realized the flutters in her body were from a bout of indigestion. That's what she got for eating pepperoni pizza

before bed.

Something told her Kale would never leave her unsatisfied and frustrated. Her body fairly vibrated just thinking about how he'd undoubtedly take matters into his hands.

She drew her lip between her teeth and allowed herself another moment to reminisce about Kale's warm mouth over hers. To think he'd barely gotten started. She could only imagine how wonderful it would have been if he'd had the time to thoroughly explore her mouth her body. Damn, she could feel herself coming unglued just thinking about it.

She'd spent all of last night agonizing over how to proceed where Kale was involved. There was no denying the physical attraction between them. It was an attraction unlike anything she'd ever felt before. It set her loins on fire and muddled her usually clear thoughts. Kale had certainly made his intentions clear at the reception. All she had to do was gather her courage and play the part of the bad girl.

The woman in her told her to go for it. Have casual sex, enjoy it, and move on. Thanks to her ex-fiancé she no longer believed in happily-ever-after and wasn't looking for a relationship.

Kale would be returning to Los Angeles in a little over a month's time and had made it clear he wanted her only sexually. They had no future. Nor did she want one.

On the other hand, the emotional part of her advised her to be careful, warning her that having sex with him would be a bad idea. Since her breakup with Dwayne she'd taken control of her life, her work, and her emotions. But when she was with Kale, that control seemed to pack up and leave town. The man threatened all her barriers. She wasn't so certain she could satisfy her sexual desires without the risk of feeling some deeper emotional connection with him.

Erin pressed floor fourteen on the glowing orange number panel and leaned against the wall. Her thoughts drifted. Fourteen floors of wild, hot, untamed sex. Whew. Time to shed her winter coat.

Moments before the doors pinged shut a pair of well-worn sneakers jammed between them, shaking the old elevator and bouncing the doors back open. Those sneakers led to a pair of faded jeans slung low on the hips. The jeans led to a very familiar tight waist, thick chest, and broad shoulders. Erin gulped.

Oh God, it couldn't be.

Her eyes locked with his.


Oh God, it was.

Awareness flared through her as he stepped inside. His presence swallowed up the small space.

Desire flickered across his face as his gaze fixed on her with intent. His bad-boy grin curled her toes.

"Going down?"

She didn't miss the double entendre. His words sent a tingle along her nerve endings, sparking a pool of moisture to dampen the silky curls at the apex between her legs.

She took a moment to consider her situation. Here she was alone in an elevator with a gorgeous guy who oozed sexuality and sent waves of passion ripping through her. A guy who'd made it perfectly clear that he liked getting intimate in public places. A guy who wasn't looking for more than she could give. Her pulse kicked up a notch. A guy who didn't know she was all talk and no action. She had two choices, really. One, she could slip from the elevator and bolt, or two, she could slip out of her panties and put her money where her mouth was. Her gaze drifted downward to examine the massive bulge in his jeans. Or rather, his cock where her mouth was.

When she looked at it that way, it really narrowed down her choices.

He ran his fingers through his hair, his jaw flexed. He edged toward her. "Well?" he asked in a gentle yet commanding voice. She felt the rush of his warm breath over her cheeks and shivered in delight.

Perhaps she should have casual sex with him. That might help get him out of her system and put her focus back on her career where it belonged, especially if she wanted a shot at advancement. Surely if she tried hard enough she could engage in a frivolous affair and keep her heart out of the arrangement.

She nodded, not trusting herself to speak. Oh yeah, she was going down all right. Faster than a hockey player without his protective cup.

Reviews:Romantic Times BOOKreviews wrote:

Hot sex in creative places, passion on every page and erotic writing throughout. Realistic and arousing imagery.

Romance Divas, reviewed by L.K. Campbell wrote:

PLEASURE PROLONGED is an erotic feast. Fox masterfully creates sexual tension with just a glance or the slightest touch between her hot-for-each-other characters.

Romance Divas, reviewed by Cora Zane wrote:

Cathryn Fox is a master at blending the erotic with the romantic. PLEASURE PROLONGED is a winning blend of scorching romance, and sexual chemistry.

Fallen Angel Reviews wrote:

PLEASURE PROLONGED, the second in Cathryn Fox's Pleasure Games series, is a decadent read written in a refreshing and engaging style which is sure to capture and keep your attention no matter what you are doing.

New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster wrote:

Sizzling, irresistible, wonderful.

USA Today bestselling author, Julianne MacLean wrote:

Witty, clever, and wickedly titillating; Cathryn Fox is the next Queen of Steamy Romance.

Pleasure Control

Book Cover: Pleasure Control
Part of the Pleasure Games series:

Pleasure Games, Book 1
Reissue Edition (Trade Paperback):
Avon Red (May 21, 2013)
ISBN-10: 006226558X
ISBN-13: 9780062265586


Trade Paperback:
Avon Red (Nov 7, 2006)
ISBN-10: 0060898569
ISBN-13: 9780060898564


Mass Market Paperback:
Avon Red (June 26, 2007)
ISBN-10: 0061363405
ISBN-13: 9780061363405

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Cathryn Fox kicks off her Pleasure Games series with the erotic romance Pleasure Control, in which a most unexpected couple discovers their hidden desires are about to be exposed.

In Pleasure Control, straight-laced scientist Laura Manning works to create a drug to calm the libidos of men who've overdone the Viagra, only to find herself swept up in unexpected sexual adventures with a coworker.

Laura's colleague Jay Cutler agrees to be a human test subject for the potion she's developing, but they're both titillated to discover that it has the opposite effect intended: Jay's sexual desire goes through the roof, and Laura becomes a willing participant in the sexual adventures that come next...

Spicy and provocative, Pleasure Control is an erotic romp that's sure to entice fans of Fifty Shades of Grey and Sylvia Day.


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Publisher: Avon Red, Harper Collins

She stopped to consider what she'd gotten herself into. In no time at all the man she was secretly infatuated with would be walking through her front door, expecting to see her in her slinkiest lingerie. And what were the chances she'd ever experience the feel of his lips caressing hers, or his artful fingers stroking her heated, naked flesh? None, considering the fact that she'd given him a libido suppressant hours earlier. She resisted the urge to slap her forehead. Way to go, Laura. You're brilliant. That move had Nobel Prize written all over it.

But what if he did get aroused?


The possibilities are endless. Those four simple words had echoed in her head all day. She allowed herself a brief luxurious moment to envision what it would be like to have his naked body moving over hers. His mouth kissing a path down her quivering flesh until he reached the moist fissure between her thighs. The soft blade of his tongue opening her dewy folds so he could taste her liquid arousal. His lips closing over her hooded flesh, branding her with their heat, claiming her as his own.

Her skin came alive as a wave of desire traveled onward and upward through her body. Laura shook her passion-fogged mind from its delicious wanderings and retraced her steps back to the window.

Actually, if she really thought about it, she was in a win/win situation. If Jay didn't get aroused, they'd secure their funding and make their mark in the scientific world. If he did get aroused, well a slow tremor made her body quake. Well, maybe he could douse the fire raging between her legs. Which one did she want more?

She reached for the curtain. Her fingers froze mid-air when a soft knock on her door drew her attention. She spun around and sucked in a quick, sharp breath. Her pulse leapt in her throat.

God, she was a bundle of nerves. It wasn't everyday her job required her to entice the guy she'd been fantasizing about for months. A guy who was completely out of her league.

She tightened her robe around her waist and slowly padded across the floor. Slipping her hand around the knob, she twisted it open, and eyed the man casually lounging against her doorjamb.

She took a moment to peruse the length of him. Sculpted muscles stretched the cotton fabric of his T-shirt while broad shoulders tapered to meet a tight waist and firm stomach. With symmetry and a lethally honed body, he was designed to satisfy the most insatiable.

Dressed in a pair of jeans that hugged his physique in all the wrong places, this bad boy had trouble written all over him.

He presented her with a sexy, lopsided smile. "Hey," he said, handing her a bottle of wine.

"Hey yourself." Taking a small step back, she placed the bottle on a side table, waved her hand, and gestured for him to enter. "Come in."

Without taking his eyes off her, he stepped inside. A shiver skipped down her spine at the sound of the deadbolt clicking in place.

Damn. He was so handsome. So perfect. Some deeper emotion stirred within. She moistened her lips and shrugged it off. It wasn't like she was going to fall for him if he kissed her, touched her, or made sweet love to her all night long. She knew better than to fill her head with fancy notions of love. JC Penny's weekend white sales were known to last longer than his relationships. The predatory gleam in his eyes made her pulse rate kick up a notch. She began to warm in the most interesting places. She fanned her face and loosened the lapels of her robe, exposing the lace on her teddy. Was it getting hotter in here? Schooling her expression, she banked her desires and asked, "How are you feeling? Any side effects yet?"

He shrugged, his eyes shifting downward to examine the rise and fall of her chest. A feminine thrill ran through her.

He cleared his throat and raked his bangs off his forehead. "So far so good. I still have all my hair and I'm not drooling." His gaze roamed her body. "At least not yet," he said playfully.

She glanced at his crotch. Purely for research purposes, she told herself. "Anything going on, down there?"

He grinned. "A few twitches. Nothing out of the ordinary." His eyes sparkled with mischief and something else. If she had to guess, she'd say promise. "We'll know more when we put him to the test."

She shivered with a mix of excitement and nervousness as she toyed with the belt on her housecoat. She didn't want to seem too eager, too anxious to start putting Little Jay to the test, but the promising look in his eyes prompted her into action. With renewed concentration, she plastered on an air of professionalism and fought to ignore the fine tremor of heat rippling through her.

She lowered her voice. "Perhaps we should get started. We have no idea how long this will take."

Powerful muscles shifted as he took a step closer and angled his head. His heady male scent intoxicated her and fired her senses. "Yes, perhaps we should."

Drawing a fueling breath, she inched open her housecoat, revealing a silky white chemise, lace panties and matching garter.

A rich, decadent rumble of pleasure sounded low in his throat. Her body trembled in response. She watched his eyes darken with lust as his gaze caressed her.

Lust! In his eyes! When he looked at her!

Hot damn!

Her nipples swelled under his devouring eyes. She felt her cheeks flush from heat and desire.

His fingers bit into her hips as he pulled her hard against him. A fever rose in her when her breasts crushed into a wall of thick muscle.

His voice was husky, sensual. "How did you know?" His eyes reflected his every emotion, his every desire.

"Know what?" she rasped.

With excruciating gentleness, he skimmed her curves with his palms. "That white lace is my favorite." The deep timbre of his voice covered her like warm butter.

She cleared her throat and drew in a steadying breath. "I once read that white lace will raise any man's eyebrows."

The turbulence in his eyes made her skin grow moist and tighten. He tangled his hands through her hair and urged her mouth closer.

"Yes, well, what we're looking to raise is nowhere near my eyebrows."

She resisted the urge to scream hallelujah!

Reviews:Romantic Times BOOKreviews wrote:

4 Stars from Romantic Times BOOKreviews
If you're in the market for something beyond your average sex scene but short of elaborate kink, Fox's book is perfect.

A Romance Review wrote:

5 Roses from A Romance Review

Cathryn Fox's NY debut is a smash! PLEASURE CONTROL is intriguing, evocative fun you won't want to miss. Enjoy!

Fresh Fiction wrote:

Cathryn Fox does a fabulous job of bringing sex and passion to the pages of this smart and witty story. It's definitely worth reading. And I'm looking forward to the sequel.

Romance Divas wrote:

4.5 Kisses from Romance Divas

PLEASURE CONTROL is a fun and sexy read. This is one scientific journey into the male libido you'll want to take right along with them. PLEASURE CONTROL is a spicy, erotic treat.

Joyfully Reviewed wrote:

With PLEASURE CONTROL, Cathryn Fox delivers a very lusty tale. A lot! I learned my lesson with Pleasure Control, never, ever, read a Cathryn Fox book at work. I thought the day would never end!

Romance Review Today wrote:

Hot, enthralling and simply delicious—Run don't walk to the nearest bookstore and purchase this book today. It's a must read!

New York Times bestselling author Lori Foster wrote:

Sizzling, irresistible, wonderful.

USA Today bestselling author, Julianne MacLean wrote:

Witty, clever, and wickedly titillating; Cathryn Fox is the next Queen of Steamy Romance.