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To Snatch A Thief (Book 7 of "Casual [Sex] Gamer")
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This gaming trip, Jane falls onto the dinner table of a group of zealots. They're offended by everything about her and send her to the stocks for a whipping. A thief stumbles across her 'education' and takes out the guards, but he'll not rescue the damsel in distress without payment in advance. For him, everything has a price…and the only assets Jane has with her are soft, curvy and on her body.

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27sexyface on 2017-­07-­30 16:­24:­33

The Casual (sex) Gamer series is about a woman with unrealized fantasies of rough sex and domination. When her sexless marriage ends, her fantasies are finally met as she stumbles upon a world inhabited by strong, sadistic men who are a perfect match for her and satisfyingly vicious enough to quench her lusty desires. All injuries heal fast in the virtual world, although they still hurt, and anything can happen.
Once she can slake her lusty desires, Jane’s new hobby begins to rule her world. Even the woman's dreams are affected, becoming increasingly vivid. The trips become her addiction, and while most women would run away screaming from the brutal adventures, when adrenaline rushes through her veins it only intensifies her pleasure and pain.

Every book is inspired by an actual video game and they are packed full of detailed, imaginative sex. Read x-rated at casualsexgamer.website.

27sexyface on 2017-­07-­30 18:­30:­46

To Snatch a Thief
by Randi Holiday and Ryan Andrews

Jane falls onto the game world and offends a group of sexist, tool worshiping zealots. She's dragged off to the stocks and soon discovers that even in video games, being whipped hurts like hell. A nearby thief with a score to settle will rescue the damsel in distress and he's happy to accept her voluptuous body as payment.

~~~~~ Excerpt ~~~~~

The librarian, Jane Holden, is a lusty divorcée and all of her life, she's fantasized about rough, kinky sex, bondage, and dubious consent. When she's transported into her son's video games, the game characters are sadistic as hell and satisfyingly brutal enough to quench her lusty desires. Their tastes are a perfect match for hers and no matter how rough things get in the gaming world, she is always returned home sexually satisfied, exhausted and physically unharmed.


Chapter 1


Sunlight streamed through her window, and the golden rays illuminated the framed game inserts on her bedside table perfectly. Jane rolled over and smiled at her collection, remembering Joe, the cowboy gunslinger and his guitar.
She'd enjoyed his company so much that she almost felt like she was cheating on Damian, the half cyborg framed in the next picture over. With a grin, Jane decided to use that thought for a little fantasy later, and filed it away to bring back when her little pink vibrator was nestled firmly against her clit.
Unfortunately, her mission to return to Damien was now delayed until she got his video game back, but the two of them had really hit it off. In fact, they'd gotten along so well that she was going to somehow figure out how to keep him, even if it killed her.
The night before, she'd traveled into a gunslinger video game and Joe rescued her just before a gang of outlaws used a branding iron on her. Jane had been through a lot in the games, and had all kinds of crazy sex, complete with adrenaline rushes, but being branded like a cow wasn't something she cared to live through.
She yawned and went to stretch, suddenly realizing that her arms were stuck. The golden glow of the sun began to dim and her body froze as the curtains slid closed very slowly. Her heart rate shot through the roof and she kicked the blankets off to see what was wrapped around her. It felt like arms, but without the give of flesh and blood. A small beard tickled her shoulder as the arms tightened and a quiet voice, raspy from a rebuilt throat, spoke, “Okay… So I've got to be dreaming but… Jane, is that you?” Damien nuzzled against her neck briefly, breathing in her warm, arousing scent before turning her to face him, arms never slacking their hold.
Her fear instantly turned to elation as she looked down at him. She kissed him with more happiness and enthusiasm than she’d ever shown, savoring his lips under hers and the feel of his devilish beard scratching her skin. It seemed like months, even years, since she’d seen him. However, it was only two weeks and now he was somehow in her bed. “This must be a dream,” she muttered, her lips trailing over his cheek to bury her face in his neck. “You remembered me,” she said, kissing her way up to his ear.
She pulled back to look at him. “I tried to come back to you,” she explained, unable to stop the quick glance at the cowboy’s photo beside his. If she had the use of her hands, she’d probably do a head slap for putting it there. Now that Damien was with her again, all the extreme feelings flooded back, both emotional and physical, and she realized there’d be no replacing him.
“Of course I remembered you,” he teased, flicking her nose with one metal finger. “You're a hard act to follow. Even six months later I remember you.” He kissed her hard, hugging her tighter.
“I may have a few new scars but my functionality is still there, even if I don't know where I am. This isn't my room, and this doesn't sound like my city… I can't connect to anything except some basic wi-fi, no network, where am I?” Damien's voice was growing unsure while his arms were taking advantage of Jane's presence as the one thing he recognized. “You said you were in a dream… am I in your waking?”
She lazily snuggled up to his big body, loving everything about him, even the feel of his metal parts against her soft skin. "You're in my bedroom, in my world. It's only been two weeks since I visited you, though. I couldn't get you out of my head. I know this has to be a dream, but I want you to stay," she said, unable to get close enough, even though she was flat against him.
Damien grunted slightly as he felt his thick cock pressing against her soft curves, the smooth warmth of her mound yielding before him. “I need to be closer,” he half teased, pushing forward so the head popped into the wet heat between her legs. “This may be a dream but I've never dreamt anything as real as you. I'm going to say it's some kind of tech gone wrong… I've dealt with t