Cunning (Infidelity #2) - Aleatha Romig

The Infidelity series contains adult content and is intended for mature audiences. While the use of overly descriptive language is infrequent, the subject matter is targeted at readers over the age of eighteen.

Infidelity is a five-book series. The series is a dark romance. Each individual book will end in a way that will hopefully make you want more.

The Infidelity series does not advocate or glorify cheating. This series is about the inner struggle of compromising your beliefs for your heart. It is about cheating on yourself, not someone else.

I hope you enjoy the epic tale of INFIDELITY!

“He owns you. Whatever he tells you to do, you do”.

One year. No future. A past that won’t go away.

Lennox “Nox” Demetri broke his own rule by making a deal. It may not have been directly with the devil, but that doesn’t mean Satan himself isn’t watching. Was it fate that brought Charli into his life and his bed? What will happen when rules are broken and secrets are revealed?

“New rules… my rules.”

Alex “Charli” Collins found pleasure with Nox like she’d never known. That was before she knew his last name. Now that Infidelity is involved and the rules have changed, what will result when real life and fantasy collide?

Is it really cheating if you’re doing it to yourself?

From New York Times and USA Today bestselling author Aleatha Romig comes a sexy, new dominant hero who knows what he wants and a strong-willed heroine who has plans of her own. With classic Aleatha Romig twists, turns, deceptions, and devotions, the depth of this new, epic dark romance reaches new levels and will have readers swooning one minute and screaming the next.

Have you been Aleatha’d?

CUNNING is a full-length novel, over 360 pages, and the second of five books in the INFIDELITY series.

Infidelity - it isn’t what you think.

“MR. DEMETRI?” I couldn’t process more than to repeat his words. I was a parrot, not the strong confident woman I wanted to project.

“Yes, Miss Collins. New rules… my rules. You should say thank you.”

I squeezed the phone tighter. The whiskey running through my veins had lessened my trembling but done little to slow my rapid heartbeat. I closed my eyes, trying to remember the man from Del Mar. The tone didn’t match.

“Miss Collins, I said to say thank you.”

I wasn’t sure if it was hearing his deep voice again or the difference in his demeanor, but my tattered nerves were ping-ponging between an emotional breakdown and a hysterical fit of laughter. I looked up at Karen, unsure if she could hear. When she nodded, I knew she could.

He owns you. Whatever he tells you to do.

“Thank you,” I whispered, though unsure what I was thanking him for.

“By calling my number you broke our rule. I’ve mentioned I don’t like to repeat myself, as well as how I’d respond if you ever again broke one of my rules. Do you remember?”

I remembered, but he hadn’t said specifically what he’d do. Now didn’t seem like the time to mention that. My chin dropped to my chest as I exhaled.

“Nox, please.”

He cleared his throat. “Mr. Demetri. Listen closely. This is exactly what you will do.”

I swallowed. The rush of blood coursing through my ears, my injured pride, and the multiple rebuttals forming in my head all worked together to dim the volume of his words. Nevertheless, I listened.

“Go down to the street. My driver is waiting. His name is Isaac, and he’ll recognize you.”


“Miss Collins, your opportunity to negotiate has passed. It’s time for our reunion. I paid handsomely for it.”

I may have thought it before, but now it was official: Nox owned me. I’d sold my soul, but by the way my insides clenched, I knew that my companionship wasn’t the only commodity Nox purchased.

After he finished speaking, I sat statuesque, holding the phone, waiting for anything, a goodbye, something. Instead, silence prevailed. When I turned the screen toward me only his name remained. He’d hung up.

Oh shit! Now what do I do?

As if reading my mind, Karen handed me the glass with the remaining whiskey, nodded, and said, “Whatever he tells you to do.”

I took the glass and drained the contents.


As I closed my eyes, tears teetered on the lids, and my lips burned. The liquor scorched everything in its wake. From my tongue to my throat, the heat left a blistering trail all the way to my stomach. And then the fire dimmed. Warmth radiated to my fingers and toes, leaving me calmer than only moments before.

Karen took