Doll Parts | Cara Dee
The Game #4

Release Date: February 18th, 2022
Universal Link: https://readerlinks.com/l/2311033
Add to Goodreads: https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/60119912-doll-parts
READ MY REVIEW
Blurb
Get ready for a funhouse experience that doesnât belong in an amusement park. But clowns and balloons donât turn this scorching hot BDSM romance into a wild ride. Thatâs all Noa, Cam, Lucian, and KC.
I have the best boyfriend in the whole world, but thereâs one thing I wonât tell him. Itâs that I donât believe in absolute happiness anymore. Not with the cards weâve been dealt. I mean, come on! Why do we fall for people who donât want us back? While heâs been pining after Lucian, one of the Masters in his kink community, Iâm the lovesick monster-puppy Little who canât forget my former stepdad KC. Or the kinky porn I once found on his computerâĤbut thatâs beside the point!
Itâs complicated, to be honest. I try not to think about it. I have Cameron, and I love him so damn much. Why canât we try to make it on our own? Why does he want us to find a Top thatâs just ours? It wonât work. Our stupid hearts refuse to move on.
Whatâs even stupider is that Cameron insists we seek out a Dom for our relationship in the very kink community where we can find both KC and Lucian.
Ohhh crap. I think heâs got a plan.
The Game Series is a BDSM series where romance meets the reality of kink. Sometimes we fall for someone we donât match with, sometimes vanilla business gets in the way of kinky pleasure, and sometimes we have to compromise and push ourselves to overcome trauma and insecurities. No matter what, two things are certain. This is not a perfect world, and life never turns out the way you planned.
Start the Series

https://readerlinks.com/l/1581265/55

Excerpt
I couldnât go up there, could I?
I squinted for the sun and peered up at the pale-greenâpainted trendy restaurant, all three stories of it, including the rooftop terrace. It was one of those restaurants that used to be an apartment building, so you had a bunch of smaller dining areas inside.
I chewed on the inside of my cheek and wondered how the hell I hadnât connected the dots sooner.
Fuck, it was hot. I ran a hand through my hair and looked around me. The restaurant was right on the corner of a busy intersection, and the sleepy locals on their way to brunch were sharing the sidewalk with tourists.
Maybe I should text him and call it offâĤ
âExcuse me, are you going to the munch?â
I cocked my head to the guy to my left. He was about my age, I estimated. âWhat if I didnât know what a munch was?â
He grinned, and it was hot. Hot and cute. âI wouldâve said never mind and hightailed it out of here,â he replied. âBut Iâve been around long enough to spot someone too nervous to join an event.â
Oh. I wasnât nervous to join an event. My very first munch, Iâd been the first to arrive.
I scratched my head. âIâm stalling because Iâm pretty sure Iâm barging into someone elseâs territory,â I admitted. âMy momâs ex-husband is kinky too.â
The guy made a yikes-face, and I felt the need to elaborate.
âI check his Instagram sometimes, and if he posts four pictures every month, one is from this place,â I explained. âUsually with a caption like âLuke is teaching me to post foodporn, whatever that isâ and âMacklinâs eggs Benedict are a bit of a religious experience.ââ
I could tell Iâd mentioned names the guy recognized. I was right. This was the munch of KCâs kink community. Motherfucker. Iâd seen eight pictures from this place on KCâs dusty Instagramâor parts of the place. Mostly from the rooftop terrace. Maybe that was where they hosted the munch.
âYou know them, donât you?â I pressed.
The guy smiled uncertainly and shrugged slightly. âWe take integrity seriously, butâĤâ
Yeah.
âWhoâs your motherâs ex-husband?â
âKC Hayles.â
He nodded once. Heâd heard that name too. Then he eyed someone else, or two someones, coming up the sidewalk. They were twins. Hot-as-shit set of twins in their forties.
One of them smirked upon seeing the guy Iâd been talking to. âYou hidinâ, Cameron?â
I observed the guyâs reaction. Cameron. A crooked grin full of mischief lit up his face. He was really fucking cute, and I didnât usually feel attraction toward men my age. He was a bit taller than me but not much. Blue eyes.
âDoes that sound like something I would do, Sir?â Cameron countered.
Definitely a submissive.
One of the twins chuckled and ruffled Cameronâs shaggy, dirty-blond hair. âSee you upstairs, boy.â He spared me the quickest of glances, lifted his brow a little, maybe in curiosity, before he and his brother took the steps up to the restaurant.
Cameron turned back to me. âItâs possible youâve stumbled upon your stepdadâs community.â
I figured. âIâll just reschedule with the guy I was gonna meet. Thanks for letting me know.â
It wasnât too important I met him today anyway. It was only a bite to eat to see if I was compatible to play with him and his boyfriend.
Cameron cleared his throat. âHey, wait. If you know KCâĤ Does that mean you know Lucian too?â
That would be a stretch. âIâve met him a few times, sure. I wouldnât say I know him, though.â Iâd had my suspicions about Lucianâthat he was kinky too. It wasnât a surprise whatsoever to have it confirmed. He was big-time Master material. âWhy? Are you together or something?â
Cameron snorted. âI wish. No, heâs with some dude whoâs manipulating him like fucking whoa, and Lucian wonât see it.â
I frowned. That didnât compute with my impression of Lucian.
âAnyway,â Cameron went on. âHereâs a crazy idea. You wanna get out of here and grab a burger or something? Your plan fell through, and I can think of better things to do than watch Lucian and his little troll.â
I stood straighter instantly. This guy wanted to hang out? Fuck yes! I could use a new friend.
âAbsolutely,â I said, sticking out my hand. âIâm Noa.â
Cameron smiled, visibly relieved. âCameron.â
About The Author

Iâm often awkwardly silent or, if the topic interests me, a chronic rambler. In other words, I can discuss writing forever and ever. Fiction, in particular. The love storyâwhile a huge draw and constantly presentâis secondary for me, because thereâs so much more to writing romance fiction than just making two (or more) people fall in love and have hot sex.
Thereâs a world to build, characters to develop, interests to create, and a topic or two to research thoroughly.
Every book is a challenge for me, an opportunity to learn something new, and a puzzle to piece together. I want my characters to come to life, and the only way I know to do that is to give them substanceâpassions, history, goals, quirks, and strong opinionsâand to let them evolve.
I want my men and women to be relatable. That means allowing room for everyday problems and, for lack of a better word, flaws. My characters will never be perfect.
WaitâĤthis was supposed to be about me, not my writing.
Iâm a writey person who loves to write. Always wanderlusting, twitterpating, kinking, cooking, baking, and geeking. Thereâs time for hockey and family, too. But mostly, I just love to write.
 https://www.caradeewrites.com/cdwlandingpage

Like this:
Like Loading...
You must be logged in to post a comment.