Prince of Sin by Cass Ford Genre: Contemporary Romance
When a savvy gossip vlogger and porn’s most renowned bad boy fall in lust, they must decide if they’ll follow passion into dangerous territory.
When savvy gossip vlogger Morgan Sidney gets assigned the breakup of porn’s most illustrious couple, she strikes a deal with her boss—if she scores an exclusive, she’ll get promoted. So when the famous and flirtatious Prince of Sin offers to fulfill her three wildest sex fantasies, Morgan must decide whether she’ll keep things professional or surrender and explore her sensual side.
As someone who despises the media, why is Chase Prince spending time with a reporter? Clearly, he’s intrigued. But can a scorched sinner—and the biggest smut star around—let a fierce civilian enter his domain?
Prince of Sin takes readers beyond Tinseltown’s glossy Hollywood Hills to Silicone Valley—for a behind-the-scenes look at a sometimes bleak, always risqué world.
Chase returned topless, all abs and definition, wearing sandals and washed jeans. He approached Morgan, who was seated on a production chair centered in the warehouse, wringing out damp hair. With everyone else absent, it was quiet aside from whooshing ceiling fans high above.
“You know, I’ve made thousands of girls wet,” Chase began, settling in the chair opposite her, “but you’ve lifted the bar.”
She lowered her hands and huffed, then adjusted her cell phone on the armrest. “Thank you for agreeing to speak with me.”
Chase slouched casually and placed a drink into the cupholder. Morgan forced her gaze from the contoured lines on his marble stomach to press play on the phone’s video camera. She sat primly, legs crossed, notebook in hand. “Everything you say is now on record, Mr. Prince.”
“Please, call me Chase,” he insisted. “Or Your Highness will do.”
She chuckled. “Mr. Prince, how have you been since the split?”
“I’m great.” He swigged his cocktail, then offered her the glass. “Care for a sip? It’s an old-fashioned made with seventeen-year-old bourbon. Tastes like caramel.”
“No, thank you. I don’t drink on the job. So, you’re great? Then why haven’t you posted online in over a month? Why are you dodging the media?”
“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?” He winked.
Morgan faked a nauseated gag.
“You seem tense,” he continued.
“So, why’ve you been hiding? Tori’s talking to everybody.”
“Tori adores attention.” With a cocksure grin, he asked, “Sure you aren’t tense? We could get more comfortable in my dressing room.”
“Look, I’m here for my story.”
But the more she shut him down, the harder he tried. “Do you do anal?”
“Excuse me?” Morgan jolted awkwardly upright, knocking her pen onto the cement floor.
“Nah, you look too uptight for anal.”
“I’m not.” She retrieved the pen, flipped back up and slouched, mimicking his posture. Her sweater pinched, revealing a flat stomach with toned abs.
Chase and his dick took immediate notice. “Not uptight or not into anal?”
“Both. Neither. Can we stick to…”
“Knew it,” he interrupted. “So what are you into?”
“Exclusives,” Morgan contended. “How do you feel about smut sweetie Tori Jade marrying Viola Emperor?”
“Tori may appear a sweet, harmless hag, but she wields a poisoned apple,” he replied, taking a large gulp of his drink. “However, that harlot’s free to fuck, marry or kill whoever she wants.”
Morgan grinned, jotting down fuck, marry, kill.
“Besides,” he continued, “there’s plenty more pussy in the pound.” Again, his eyes found her shapely tummy.
Clearing her throat hotly, she yanked her shirt down and straightened her stance.
“Midgets?” he asked.
“Now I’m thinking you’re into kinky shit. Like midgets. Or hentai.”
“I’m only into doing my job,” she replied through gritted teeth.
“Everyone’s into something. Tell me your top three fantasies. I’ll gladly help you score that exclusive.”
“My only fantasy is meeting this deadline,” Morgan assured. “So I can start covering more significant news.”
“Don’t believe you. Let me figure this one out.” His eyes searched her stiff physique for a tell. “Threesomes?”
She grimaced. Even in her last, and only, serious relationship, Morgan never divulged her fantasies.
“Shower sexy time?” Chase asked, watching.
Morgan side-eyed him. She’d once attempted shower sex but wound up with three stitches and a torn bath curtain.
Humming and tapping a finger on his glass, he asked, “Sex in public?”
A pause. “No.” But the word blurted out much too skittishly. Her lips pinched. She gulped and lifted her nose, insisting, “Absolutely not.”
But Chase raised his brows victoriously and broadened a devilish smile. He knew her fantasy.
Cass Ford began creating smoldering male protagonists when she was five years old and convinced her aunt that she had a hot and heavy kindergarten boyfriend. In grade school, she penned tales on her parents' typewriter and by middle school sold her own love and gossip magazines to friends. As a preteen at sleepover camp, Cass often told playful, steamy bedtime stories to her bunkmates.
After earning her Bachelor of Journalism degree and several TV/film certificates, Cass continued to hone her passion for storytelling as a television development producer. Born and raised in Canada, she now resides in California.
WRITE WHAT YOUDON’TKNOW Use research to fill in the blanks
By Cass Ford
Every storyteller has heard these classic words of wisdom: “Write what you know.” But I’m going to make a case for the opposite—taking something you don’t know, learning more about it, then writing it.
When I conceived my debut novel, PRINCE OF SIN, I knew little—if anything—about pre-taping enemas and ATMs (no, I don’t mean the bank machines). But I wanted to tell a story that took place in the porn world. Since I didn’t know it, I got to know it.
READ – I ordered various non-fiction books on the adult entertainment industry. One was about porn magazines in the ‘70s and ‘80s. Another detailed the relationship struggles a couple in the early 2000s faced while the fiancé worked as a porn cameraman. Learning about the past taught me how the industry evolved and helped me imagine more detailed backstories for my characters.
NETWORK – I reached out to the authors whose books I’d particularly enjoyed. One sat on the phone with me for over an hour, answering any questions I had. Some didn’t have the time, which I totally understood. But many people were super helpful. Capitalize on whoever is available and willing to assist.
GET OUT THERE – Many porn players welcomed me to set, podcast tapings, met me for lunch… I scoured the interweb for email addresses, Reddit threads, articles, emailed publicists and became fearless about reaching out. That grind that paid off. Even though the novel is total fiction, PRINCE OF SIN could never have been as strong without that investigative research.
Don’t be afraid to choose a topic you don’t know—just do your homework and get to know it!