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And last but not least, my family, for putting up with my absence for weeks on end, while I immerse myself in fictional worlds. It means a lot that you are so supportive of my dreams.

Love you all, so much. <3

About Jade

Jade West is a contemporary erotic author, real life submissive, and former sex chat-line operator, who is plenty used to getting people all steamed up with her dirty mouth.

She embraces stalking, so please head on over and find her at:

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Dirty Bad Strangers

Jade West

Dirty Bad Strangers copyright © 2015 Jade West

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First published 2015

For Tracy.

May we always share such laughter. Your support and enthusiasm

are tireless and inspiring.

I’m so lucky to have you on my team.

Prologue

Gemma

“The last two digits,” the voice on the line said, “what are they?”

My eyes darted to my laptop screen, skirting over my instant messaging list. My supervisor was listed asaway,but I couldn’t be sure.

I held the handset tight, ignoring the trembling in my fingers. “Shh... you know I’m not allowed.”

A crackle on the line as he shifted position. “Come on, Lucy... is that even your name? You sound like a Lucy, I think? Are you really in London?”

No. It’s not my name. Yes, I’m really in London.

“They listen in to the calls...” I said. “I’ll get fired...”

“But they aren’t, are they? I can hear it in your voice when they’re around. Can you see them? Do you have a high-tech chatline system that shows that kind of shit? Is that why you make me call so late?”

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