"You know, people have been giving me daily presents for more than a decade. Shoes, and a place to crash. A car to drive me around."

"Those are all good gifts, Smith," I say, squeezing his hand. "But a present is something different. A present is something you don't need, but want. So open it."

I catch him grinning that one-sided dimpled smile as he reaches for the white ribbon and pulls the bow apart. He lifts the lid off the box and stares at what's inside. "What?" He laughs.

"I took a big risk with this. Don't laugh."

"What is this?" he says, taking the papers out of the envelope to hold them up to the light. "We're going to Finland?"

"I like the way you say we, Mr. Baldwin."

He looks through the itinerary. "What did you do?" he asks, shaking his head.

"Your dream. Remember? That first night. A puppy and a trip to the Arctic to see the Northern Lights. We have to wait on the puppy. I didn't think it was fair to choose your puppy for you."

"We?"

I bite my lip and smile as I pick up my box and take the lid off. He looks inside and laughs. Loud. He holds up the linen napkin and reads it. "Us."

"I put us in the box, Mr. Baldwin. So if you really want to be true to your word, you will get on that plane with me tomorrow afternoon and fifteen hours later we'll be lounging on a big bed, in a glass igloo, somewhere near Helsinki, in a town I can't pronounce or spell, looking up at the Northern Lights. Or... at least one of us will. I guess it depends on who takes the bottom."

He shakes his head, smiling so big, I see a whole different person underneath.

"I already told Lucinda I'm not a missionary kind of girl, so-"

"Hey," he says, his fingers coming up to take my face and turn it towards him. He kisses me, soft and sweet. "There's always reverse cowgirl."

"I missed you this week." I whisper in his mouth.

"I won't let it happen again. From now on, I get you every night. Every day and every night."

"Which brings me back to the other thing I put in the box."

"There's more?" he asks. "Are you getting greedy, Miss Walcott?"

"Yes," I say, kissing him again. "So very, very greedy. I think we need more greed in our lives, Smith Baldwin. I think we're done giving to others for a little bit. Nine days and ten nights, to be exact. So let's throw caution to the wind." I reach in to the box, pull out a little notebook and hold it up.

"The Rules," he says, reading the cover. "You have rules?"

"Mmm-hmm," I say. "Open it up and read them."

He opens it and chuckles. "There are no rules."

"That's right," I say. "There are no rules."

Epilogue - Bric The year has flown by and today is the first day of my summer vacation. We close the Club for the summer. Starting June first, I am a free man until the Labor Day weekend party.

I like June first. It's empty here. Everything is covered with white sheets to keep the dust at bay and the only bar with booze is Smith's.

Which really isn't Smith's anymore, since he moved out in January. Every once in a while, he brings Chella to the White Room for dinner. But only Monday through Thursday. He's not even a member anymore, so it's public days only for them.

The Club phone rings down at the valet station. I ignore it and take another sip of brandy. I'm heading to the airport in about twenty minutes. A long trip around the world. Ten countries, two full months of travel. And a new girl I found a few months ago. She's nothing special, they never are. But everyone needs company when they go out in public.

The ringing stops and I lean back in my chair, going through the year in my head.

It's been a good year so far. Quin doesn't talk to me much. But he's still a member. We decided not to get another girl since Smith was out. The threesome thing-it's just not the same as a quad.

Besides, he's still pretty pissed at me. We looked for Rochelle but there was no trace. And I did my best with Lucinda. Either she doesn't know where she went, or she's never saying. They're traveling too. So Quin and I decided to drop it until Lucinda gets back in September. Maybe we'll give it another try then. Maybe we won't.

I'm hoping for won't.

I finish my drink and set the glass in the sink, then hop down the stairs to the front of the lobby, so I can turn around and look up.

I always do this before I leave for the summer.

I love this Club.

The phone rings again, and since I'm standing near the valet desk, I reach over and pick it up. "Turning Point, how can I help you?"

Silence.

"Hello?" I ask.

There's a shuffling noise and then some heavy breathing.

"OK, perverts. Give it a rest, will ya? You're creeping out my wait staff." We've been getting these prank calls for weeks now, and I'm tired of it.

I'm just about to hang up when I hear a voice.

"Bric?"

I bring the phone back to my ear. "Rochelle?" Silence. "Rochelle? Is that you?"

And then I hear a baby cry.

"Rochelle?" I ask, more insistent. "Rochelle, talk to me. Is that you? Are you OK?"

"I'm sorry," she says. The baby cries again and she makes a little shushing sound. "Just tell him I'm sorry."

And then the line goes dead.

GET THE SECOND BOOK, TURNING BACK, HERE.

END OF BOOK SHIT.

Welcome to the End of Book Shit. I write these in place of an author's note at the end of each book just to let out my thoughts about the story. Sometimes I really have a lot to say. Sometimes I'm worried about certain topics in the book and I feel the need to write about them. But oddly, I have nothing controversial to say about this menage thing at all.

I really don't think this book is all that controversial. It's just a love story. I tried telling this to Jana Aston. She likes straight contemporary romances and, as you know, I really don't write those. But I thought I had in this one. I really did. Until she read it and messaged me something along the lines of "What the fuckity-fuck, fuck was that?"

I was like, "What? What's wrong?"

"That wasn't a straight love story. My mind is spinning."

I'm paraphrasing. Let me just get a screenshot of this message stream.

Please hold.

OK. I forgot that most of the conversation happened on the phone. In the paperback version of the EOBS I used the screenshots. It's 100% different and you can read them. It's fucking funny.. But trying to format images on the ebook is kinds of a nightmare. So I'm going to skip it for the ebook version. But let's just say - the fuckity-fuck reference from Jana was pretty close.

I don't think this book is that twisted. Like at all. I think this book is probably more contemporary romance than anything I've written. So it has quad menage? There were no guns, people. Not even a mention.

Wait. Wait. I take it back. Fucking Chella had to go and pull a gun on Smith when he broke into her house. Dammit. I really thought I left the guns out this time.

But no one died! Ha. And the mother three years does not count. So there. This is the JA Huss version of contemporary romance.

The weirdest thing about this story is where it came from. Straight out of The Forbidden City episode in Seinfeld. That's right people, you see how contemporary this romance is? Came from Seinfeld.

Well, the concept did. Underground Sex Club. For some reason in my head it was set in Montreal, that's why I have all these French names. But I've only been there once and the thought of trying to do research on a city-a French speaking city at that-was just a big no. Write what you know. And I know Denver. So... yeah.

I remember back in like 2014 someone wrote a review and it said something like - "I had no idea Denver was such a hot spot for erotic modeling?" It was snarky and she was making fun of me, I think. But I thought it was funny.

So that's how this started. Just your everyday, underground, forbidden city, sex club.

That was a while ago. I got this idea like two years ago and I've been thinking about it ever since. Trying to piece it together and have it make sense for each of the characters. Trying to flesh out the world inside Turning Point Club.. By the time I actually sat down to write it (started this book on December 5th - finished it on December 31) everything had changed. I didn't want a seedy underground club. I wanted something stable, and luxurious, and filled with people from The Great Gatsby - minus the killing, mind you.

And I wanted it to be highly structured. The idea for the game came long after the rules, which is kinda funny. The rules came from the premise of how each man would fill a need for Chella.

Quin was the easygoing friends with benefits.

Bric was a date for public events and parties.

And Smith was the one she'd fall in love with.

It's just a peek. That was the very first thing I wrote for this series. I built the whole story around a girl who liked the dark side a little more than she was comfortable with and had a lot of bottled up shame. And I'm really happy with the characters. I think if you were going to do something like this, you couldn't find a better trio of men to take care of you than Quin, Bric, and Smith. :) Rochelle was a huge part of the initial story. And it always started with her missing and Chella taking her place in the bed. I wanted to keep Rochelle as part of this story too because I always knew she'd have to face the music eventually. And that's book two, which is already up for pre-order. It's called Turning Back and now that you've read the end of Taking Turns, I'm sure you can see where this is headed. There will probably be four books in this series, but each story is it's own. Especially the last one. That book is probably more like a spin-off because Turning Point Club kind of intrigues me. So many, many possibilities for stories in that place.

The next book coming in 2017 is Anarchy Missing. And it's weird, because I came up with the concept for that series around the same time as Turning Series. Only Anarchy is all about having sex with supervillains. Lol. Well, falling in love with them too. So that's going to come out next.

The audiobook for The Turning Series was picked up by Podium Publishing (as was Anarchy Series) and they are in production. Should be out soon.

If you haven't read 321 yet, I recommend you pick that up ASAP. It's a lot like this book, and nothing at all like this book. You can find it here If you enjoyed Taking Turns please consider leaving me a review where you purchased it. I'd really appreciate that. And you don't have to write anything earth shattering. Just a few lines with your thoughts is just fine. :) One more thing - if you would like to chat with me on Facebook, I have a private fan group called Shrike Bikes. Just ask to join and one of us will approve you as soon as we see it. I'm in that group chatting with readers everyday. Every single day. Every question gets answered. Plus I post a lot of giveaways and that's the best place to fine the order forms for signed books.

Also, if you're reading this during release week or the week after, make sure to visit my blog and get in on the epic giveaways I have going. I almost always have a giveaway going on, either on the blog or in the fan group. So stop by and let me know your thoughts.

OK, thanks for reading, thanks for reviewing, and I'll see you in the next book.

Julie.

JA Huss.

About the Author.

JA Huss is the New York Times and USA Today bestselling author of more than thirty romances. She likes stories about family, loyalty, and extraordinary characters who struggle with basic human emotions while dealing with bigger than life problems. JA loves writing heroes who make you swoon, heroines who makes you jealous, and the perfect Happily Ever After ending.

You can read her writing craft and marketing articles at her website and chat with her on Facebook, Twitter, and her kick-ass romance blog, New Adult Addiction. If you're interested in getting your hands on an advanced release copy of her upcoming books, sneak peek teasers, or information on her upcoming personal appearances, you can join her newsletter list and get those details delivered right to your inbox.

JA Huss lives on a dirt road in Colorado thirty minutes from the nearest post office. So if she owes you a package from a giveaway, expect it to take forever. She has a small farm with two donkeys named Paris & Nicole, a ringneck parakeet named Bird, and a pack of dogs. She also has two grown children who have never read any of her books and do not plan on ever doing so. They do, however, plan on using her credit cards forever.

JA collects guns and likes to read science fiction and books that make her think. JA Huss used to write homeschool science textbooks under the name Simple Schooling and after publishing more than 200 of those, she ran out of shit to say. She started writing the I Am Just Junco science fiction series in 2012, but has since found the meaning of life writing erotic stories about antihero men that readers love to love.

JA has an undergraduate degree in equine science and fully planned on becoming a veterinarian until she heard what kind of hours they keep, so she decided to go to grad school and got a master's degree in Forensic Toxicology. Before she was a full-time writer she was smelling hog farms for the state of Colorado.

Even though JA is known to be testy and somewhat of a bitch, she loves her #fans dearly and if you want to talk to her, join her Facebook fan group where she posts daily bullshit about bullshit.

If you think she's kidding about this crazy autobiography, you don't know her very well.

SEE ALL HER BOOKS HERE.

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