Three lovers really click in the latest from the New York Times bestselling author of Call on Me—   Cora has an amazing sex life. She’s beautiful, daring, and the most popular submissive in Hayven. Too bad none of it’s real...   IT specialist Cora Benning has figured out the key to her formerly disastrous love life—make it virtual. In the online world of Hayven, she’s free of her geek girl image and can indulge her most private fantasies with a sexy, mysterious master without anyone in her life discovering her secrets. Until her information is hacked and she finds herself working to fix the breach under two very powerful men—one who seems all too familiar...   Best friends and business partners Ren Muroya and Hayes Fox were once revered dominants. Then Hayes was wrongfully sent to prison and everything changed. Ren wants to get back to who they were. Hayes can’t risk it. But when they discover the new IT specialist is their online fascination, and that she’s never felt a dominant’s touch, the temptation to turn virtual into reality becomes all too great… "Loren pens another winner." - RT Book Reviews magazine about Loving You Easy Roni Loren is the New York Times bestselling author of the Loving on the Edge novels, which include Call on Me , Nothing Between Us , and Need You Tonight , and the Pleasure Priniciple series, including Off the Clock . She lives in Dallas with her husband and son. If she’s not working on her latest sexy story, you can find her reading, watching reality television, or indulging in her unhealthy addiction to rockstars, er, rock concerts—yeah, that’s it. one four months later BigMan232: I need you naked and at my feet tonight. You've been a bad girl. Time to pay up. Cora kept her phone in her lap as she surreptitiously read the message lighting the screen and tried not to roll her eyes. Ugh, get a clue, dude. She clicked Ignore and Block. She thought she'd done that the last time BigMan had contacted her in the Hayven game but apparently not. She quickly checked her inbox to make sure she didn't have a message from the guy she really wanted to hear from, but there was nothing there. Bummer. He'd been quiet the last few days. "You better not be working over there, cupcake," Grace said from across the table, her voice barely cutting through the din of voices and music at the party. She popped a stuffed mushroom into her mouth and gave Cora the cocked eyebrow of challenge. Cora pressed the button to make the screen go black. "Not working." "Liar." Grace leaned forward on her forearms, her silver bangle bracelets jangling against the table and her poker-straight blond hair turning gold under the soft lights of the winery's gorgeous cedar and glass event space. "Well, cut that shit out. This is called a networking party for a reason. No hiding in our phones. We're here to drink loads of local wine and to mingle." "The wine I can do. But mingle? Have you met me?" She held her hand out across the table. "Hello, I'm Cora Benning, you're mingle-averse best friend." Grace ignored Cora's outstretched hand. "Mingle-averse." "Yes. It's a thing, actually-like an allergy." "Uh-huh," Grace said, deadpan. Cora gave her a grave look. "I should've made you aware ahead of time. I could break out in hives or something, or you know, go anaphylactic on you-throat swelling, eyes bulging. Not pretty. Really, I should be carrying an EpiPen with me just being around all these strangers who require small talk. This is why I went into IT. Medical safety." Grace tossed a balled-up napkin at her, missing left. "Well, you're going to have to get over it, smartass. You're the one who wanted to start her own company. And part of that is putting yourself out there and meeting new people. Mingling. Mixing." Ha. She loved that Grace framed it as Cora wanting to start her own company instead of the truth-that she'd quit her last job in an unplanned blaze of non-glory only to find out afterward that she had no decent job options that didn't involve working overnight at a call center. Yay for expensive college degrees that apparently meant diddly without a recommendation from your previous employer. "You need bigger jobs than setting up virus protection for Marv's Auto Parts or helping your mother out at the police station-which, by the way, she should be paying you more for. You've been getting intern pay for how many years now?" Cora shrugged. "You know I don't do the police stuff for the money. It's a good cause." Plus, she'd never admit it to her mom but she loved the challenge of working on cases. In a different world, she may have gone into the field herself, but her mom had always warned her away from it. Too dangerous. Crappy pay. Find yourself a fancy office to work in, Coraline. Capitalize on that brain of yours. "Yeah, the good cause of keeping your mother off your back. But I promise you, if they contracted that work out to someone else, they'd be paying whoever it w