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by Kasey Fallon
Release date: January 27th 2026
Genres: Adult, Contemporary, Romance
Blurb:
She needs a Dom.
A stalker wants to own her.
And once you’re in it, the LifeStyle never lets go.
On the outskirts of Philadelphia, the LifeStyle Club caters to those with certain… tastes.
Grayson is a born Dominant – and owning LifeS is exactly where he belongs. With a new underground fight arena ready to launch, he’s missing only one thing: a fighter strong enough to survive it.
Lexi has survived worse.
Haunted by PTSD, Lexi trusts no one but herself. She runs her own gym, makes her own rules, and refuses to submit – to anyone. But beneath her iron control lies a perilous secret. One that threatens to consume her… unless she can find a Dom.
When Grayson and Lexi collide, desire isn’t the only thing at stake.
Someone is watching.
Someone wants Lexi.
And in the LifeStyle, submission can be salvation – or a deadly mistake.
Welcome to the LifeStyle.
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Excerpt:
“Hello?”
“Hey, Lexi, it’s Marsh.”
“Marshall? Hi, how are you?”
Grayson’s hands tightened on her waist, but she tried to ignore it. As if ignoring anything about Grayson was possible. While she was on his lap. And he was… was he petting her?
“I’m good, I just got a call from a coworker. I asked him to keep tabs on your file, and I wanted to let you know we have an update about the situation at your gym.”
Situation? She could barely recall that she’d seen Marshall earlier that day, or what situation he could possibly be talking about other than the one currently between her legs.
“Hang up,” Grayson whispered in her free ear.
“Gotta go, sorry, talk soon!” she shouted into the phone before slamming the receiver down. She leaned back against Grayson, and his touches eased into long, sweeping caresses. Still feeling little licks of the fire he’d stoked, her body settled somewhat back into relaxation.
“What did he want?” Grayson asked.
“Who?” She felt his smile before he spoke, the amusement rich in his voice.
“Marshall. That was the cop, right?”
“Oh. Yeah. He wants to talk about stuff. New stuff, he said.”
Grayson’s hands came to rest on top of her wrists. She looked at her hands, so small inside of his. His fingers wrapped around her wrists, his fingers passing his thumb all the way around, and she felt another sliver of lust.
“So you’re seeing him tomorrow?” Grayson asked, a different tone than amusement coloring his voice.
“Mhm,” Lexi agreed. She flexed her hands inside of his. She had no idea that she could feel this relaxed; this comfortable, while being held down in any way.
“When?”
“After classes.”
“He’s coming here?” That same sharp edge was in his voice.
“Ahm…” What the hell did Marshall say? “Yeah. We’re going somewhere, maybe.” Her head rested on his chest, and silence reigned while her breathing deepened.
“And in what universe, Alessandra, do you think it’s alright with me for you to see another man?”
Wait. What the fuck? Lexi blinked her eyes open, when had she closed them?, and sat up.
“What?” Lexi asked. She flexed her hands again, this time with a twist to shake off his hands. He held her easily.
“What the fuck?” she asked. “Let me go.”
“Not until you answer my question.”
"Are you sure you won't let me go?"
In response, he tightened his hold. In reply, Grayson tightened his grip on her wrists and pulled her arms out to her sides. The position gave her no leverage from her arms. Lexi didn’t need it.
In one move she kicked off the desk, and threw her head backwards. The back of her head collided with Grayson’s face, the momentum upended the chair, and Lexi made sure to put all her weight behind the elbow she dug into his ribs on the way down.
Adrenaline crashed through her; a riot with no cops. Lexi stood and put the desk between them. She timed her breathing to the whirring of the fan. Inleft-left-left, outright-right-right.
“What the fuck, Alessandra?” Grayson asked from the floor.
She jerked her shoulder.
“I told you to let me go.”
“So you headbutt me, flip us off a chair, and try to break my ribs?” Grayson knelt, and swiped at the thin trickle of blood coming from one nostril.
Lexi didn’t have a response. Pretty much.
“Aren’t you the one who said that Doms aren’t supposed to be bullies?”
Using the desk to help him stand, Grayson righted the chair before sitting back into it heavily.
“I wasn’t being a bully. I’m being your Dom. We agreed that you wouldn’t date.” His voice was nasally.
“Actually,” she corrected, “we agreed that I would keep my dating life out of the club.”
He swiped a tissue from a box on her desk and held it to his nose. She rocked back on her heels, unsure what her next move was. Should she get him an ice pack? Kick him out? Or sit back on his lap?
GIVEAWAY
Blitz-wide giveaway (INT) - ends February 5
Prize: ebook copy of Lifestyle: Trust Fall
AUTHOR BIO:
Kasey grew up on the East Coast, from Maine to North Carolina. She loves two things above all in nature: the water, and the forest. While she might not love her nightmares, they do inspire many of her works. A recipient of the Editor's Choice Award from the International Library of Poetry, she writes across several genres. She and her dog can be found investigating new hiking trails, or curled up on the couch as he pushes her computer off her lap to make room for himself.
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