Praise By Sara Cate PDF Book Free Download

Share on facebook
Share on whatsapp
Share on twitter
Share on telegram

Table of Contents

Praise (Salacious Players' Club)

Praise (Salacious Players' Club) Summary

Praise (Salacious Players' Club), The premise is a very straightforward one with built-in conflict. A group of friends comes up with a plan to go into business together and after successfully establishing themselves the plan is underway to expand with an exclusive sex club. The main male character, Emerson, is estranged from his son and really wants a relationship with him. After a very awkward and hilarious first meeting, he hires his son's ex-girlfriend hoping to work an angle to reunite with his son… he ends up wanting to work… some entirely different angles… if you know what I mean.

This book took me by surprise and in the end, this book convinced me that I had found a new author with a back catalog I wanted to start reading.
The irony is I don't generally like age gap books, but now I have read two this year I really loved. Sara Cate is apparently known for writing age gaps, so by the time I am done reading her books, I probably won't be able to claim that any longer. Ha ha!

He calls me perfect.

His flawless pet.

His good girl.

Broken down and wounded by my emotionally neglectful ex, I wanted someone to tell me I was good enough.

Then, I stumbled into a new job with a boss who brings me to my knees—literally. He has me do things a real secretary would never do.

Emerson Grant tells me I’m more than just good enough.

I’m worthy of his praise.

There are a million reasons why I should stay away. The owner of the Salacious Players’ Club is not just my new boss, he’s twice my age.

And my ex-boyfriend’s father.

With him, I am treasured. I am adored. I am his.

I’m a good girl, but I’m falling for the wrong man.

Emerson Grant knows what he wants—

And he wants me.

So how far will I go to hear his approval?

About the Author of Praise (Salacious Players' Club) 

Sara Cate writes steamy contemporary romance with high stakes and big feels. She has a soft spot for forbidden romance, age gap, lots of angst, and boys so bad you can't help but love them.

You can find more information about her at www.saracatebooks.com.

Find her on Instagram: @saracatebooks

Praise (Salacious Players' Club) Introduction

Charlie

“What the fuck is wrong with you, Charlie?” Beau snaps when he sees me pull up with my windows down. My jaw clenches as I climb out my car and slam the door behind me. I glance back at my little sister, watching from the passenger seat, and swallow down the humiliation at her hearing my stupid ex-boyfriend berate me on the front lawn of his new house. I don’t even bother asking what I’ve done because, with him, it’s always somehow my fault.

“Fuck off, Beau,” I mutter through clenched teeth. “Just give me my half of the deposit so I can be on my way.”

He stops in his tracks between the pickup truck and the front door of his house with a moving box in his arms. “I wish I could, but you weren’t at the final walk-through with the landlord, so they sent the money to my dad. You’ll have to pick it up from him.”

“Your dad? What? Why?”

Beau carries the box labeled ‘X-Box shit’ into the house and drops it on the floor next to his TV before returning to the truck. He’s renting a new place with his best friend, and it would seem he’s still holding a grudge against me for breaking up with him. Beau and I dated for fifteen months, six of those we spent living in a shitty rental where we quickly learned that we actually hated each other. Apparently, we could date and sleep together casually, but being in a mature live-together relationship was a no-go.

It only took three months in the apartment for him to cheat on me—or to get caught, I should say.

“Yes, Charlie. My dad. He was listed on the lease as our co-signer, and when you weren’t around to pick up the deposit, they sent it to him.”

“Fuck,” I mumble. “Well, I’m sorry I wasn’t here, Beau, but I was busy working.” I make sure to emphasize the word, since I’ve been the one carrying two jobs while he can barely hold down one for more than a month.

“Frying corndogs at the skating rink hardly makes you the responsible one in this relationship.”

“At least I could pay the bills.”

“Let’s not do this again,” he shouts as he slams the tailgate of the truck closed. Beau doesn’t have anger problems, per se. He’s just an asshole.

“You started it.”

I glance back at Sophie watching from the car. She has a tight-lipped expression with her eyebrows pinched together. A look that clearly says she hates everything about the interaction between me and my ex.

I’ll give her credit. Since the beginning, my fourteen-year-old sister has been the biggest Beau critic. Of course, back then I was starry-eyed and blinded by love. And, at only fourteen, she’s still immune to the sorcery of guys with sandy brown curls, piercing blue eyes, six-foot frames, and abs for days.

“So, what am I supposed to do?” I ask, when Beau continues on with his unpacking while ignoring my presence.

“Well, if you want your half of the deposit, I guess you’re going to have to get it from my dad.”

“Can’t you just get it for me?”

For some stupid reason, I feel like I’m the one being a pain in the ass. Beau was always like this. He just had a way of making me feel worthless and desperate for any positive attention from him, so much so that I spent more time trying to please him than actually being happy—something that became abundantly clear after we broke up. Sometimes we really can’t see the forest for the trees, as they say.

“You know I don’t talk to that asshole anymore.”

“So, you’re not going to get your half of the deposit back?”

“Not worth it,” he snaps. I follow him back into the house.

“Well, I can’t afford to lose that money, Beau.”

With a long, annoyed sigh, he spins on me and rolls his eyes. “Fine. Here.” He pulls his phone from his back pocket and types something quickly with a furrow in his brow. A moment later, my phone vibrates from my purse. “That’s his address. Take it up with him.”

Then, he just walks away, leaving me with my jaw hanging open. “Seriously? That’s it?”

“If you really wanted the money, you should have met with the landlord yesterday.”

“You’re an asshole,” I mumble, before turning and leaving him to unpack his shit in his new place. Walking down the driveway toward the car where my sister waits with her AirPods in, I do my best to not appear as bothered as I am. But as I climb into the driver’s seat and shut the door, I feel the intensity of her sympathetic eyes on me. My forehead drops to the steering wheel as I fight the urge to cry.

“Beau’s a dick,” she says quietly, and I laugh. Letting Sophie cuss around me is sort of the big sister deal. My mother has a fit when she hears either of us swearing, so I let Soph do it when we’re alone. And in this case, I can’t really argue with her.

“I know.”

“At least you broke up with him.”

“Yeah. Too bad I still don’t have my money.” Fishing my phone out of my purse, I open the text from Beau.

“Why not?”

“Because I’m an idiot and messed up. So now I have to go pick it up from his dad, and I’m willing to bet that asshole didn’t fall far from the asshole tree.”

“So, let’s go get it,” she replies, looking a little too pumped to go pick up money from a complete stranger.

“I have no clue where this guy even lives. I’m not taking you to the ghetto.” As I click on the address in the text, it pulls up the map app and shows a red pin on a street directly next to the oceanfront. “That can’t be right.”

“What is it?” she asks, leaning over.

“It says his house is over in the Oceanview district.”

“Let’s goooo.”

I laugh again and ruffle her short, faded blue hair. It’s still growing out from the buzz-cut she gave herself last summer, so now it hangs just below her ears.

“Nice try, little Smurf, but you have piano lessons, and Mrs. Wilcox will have my head if you’re late again.”

Sophie rolls her eyes and gives me a dramatic pout as we pull out of Beau’s driveway and head across town to the high school where Sophie gets her lessons. The entire way, I replay every moment of the fight with Beau, his harsh tone etched into my memory. And a feeling of dread settles in my gut as I think about having to confront his dad.

Beau rarely spoke about his family when we were together, and whenever I asked about them, he would just change the subject, as if he was ashamed or embarrassed. Getting his dad to co-sign for us last year was hard enough, but shortly after, there was a rift between them and Beau stopped talking to him altogether. At first, we bonded over our mutual disdain for our fathers. And if Beau’s dad is anything like mine, the whole interaction is sure to be a fucking blast.

Emerson

Why is she giving me that look? The Bettie Page lookalike with blunt black bangs and quite lovely curves is kneeling on the floor next to my desk, and she’s…pouting. Her ruby red lips are pursed, and she’s just gazing up at me as I drink my coffee. Everything that she should not be doing.

This is a cry for attention, which makes sense, considering my attention is exactly what brought her here in the first place. I’m literally paying her to earn a soft pat on the head or a little affirmation—earn being the operative word. So far, this girl has done nothing but patronize me with all the fucking theatrics, and I’m about two seconds away from tossing her out the door. Literally.

If you want my attention, you have to earn it first. Behave. Do as I say. Otherwise, stay silent. That’s not me being a dick, that’s literally the scene we’re playing, but this girl isn’t playing by the rules. She knew exactly what she was signing up for when she took this job.

“Stare at the floor,” I command without looking at her.

There’s a disgruntled-sounding huff that escapes her lips before she turns her gaze down to the floor. I sure hope she’s not interested in being a brat because that is definitely not my style, and it said so quite clearly in the application.

The next three hours of her shift are practically insufferable, but I’m a gentleman, so I let her stay. She brings me my lunch, rests her opulent tits on my thighs when I kick my feet up during a boring conference call, and even earns a good stroke of her cheek when she manages to be completely silent while I write out an email.

But she’s growing restless, and I can tell. Out of the corner of my gaze, I catch her pouting again, and I glance down to see her roll her eyes. That’s it. Reaching down, I grab her jaw in my hand and turn her to face me. Her eyes go wide—she’s nervous.

“Did you just roll your eyes at me?” I ask through gritted teeth.

“No, Sir,” she murmurs, and I catch a hint of excitement hidden under the delicate tremble in her voice. Yep, she’s definitely a brat.

If punishment was my thing, she’d have earned it by this point, but even I know punishment is exactly what she wants. So instead of laying her over my lap or making her suck my dick for her blatant disrespect, I say, “Stand up. Gather your things. Have a good day.”

Disclaimer:
This site complies with DMCA Digital Copyright Laws. Please bear in mind that we do not own copyrights to this book/software. We are not hosting any copyrighted content on our servers, it’s a catalog of links that have already been found on the internet. hubpdf.com doesn’t have any material hosted on the server of this page, only links to books that are taken from other sites on the web are published and these links are unrelated to the book server. Moreover, hubpdf.com server does not store any type of book, guide, software, or images. No illegal copies are made or any copyright © and/or copyright is damaged or infringed since all material is free on the internet. Check out our DMCA Policy. If you feel that we have violated your copyrights, then please contact us immediately. We’re sharing this with our audience ONLY for educational purposes and we highly encourage our visitors to purchase original licensed software/Books. If someone with copyrights wants us to remove this software/Book, please contact us. immediately.

You may send an email to [email protected] for all DMCA / Removal Requests.

For More Romance Books

Download Praise (Salacious Players' Club) PDF

Praise (Salacious Players' Club)

Praise (Salacious Players' Club) PDF

Product details:

Name Of BookPraise (Salacious Players' Club) 
EditionInternational Edition
LanguageEnglish
ISBN1956830146, 978-1956830149
Publication dateMarch 15, 2022
Formatpdf
Page Count362 pages
AuthorSara Cate

Praise By Sara Cate PDF Book Free Download - HUB PDF

Praise (Salacious Players' Club), The premise is a very straightforward one with built-in conflict. A group of friends comes up with a plan to go into business together and after successfully establishing themselves the plan is underway to expand with an exclusive sex club. The main male character, Emerson, is estranged from his son and really wants a relationship with him. After a very awkward and hilarious first meeting, he hires his son's ex-girlfriend hoping to work an angle to reunite with his son… he ends up wanting to work… some entirely different angles… if you know what I mean.

URL: https://amzn.to/3wNQvKJ

Author: Sara Cate

Editor's Rating:
4.5
Recent Books
Audible Plus Free
Recent Posts
Ads Blocker Image Powered by Code Help Pro

Ads Blocker Detected!!!

We have detected that you are using extensions to block ads. Please support us by disabling these ads blocker.

Powered By
Best Wordpress Adblock Detecting Plugin | CHP Adblock