The Pleasure Quartet

This erotically charged follow-up to the Eighty Days series deliciously reveals all the ways “desire comes in more shades than grey” (Belle De Jour).
Follow the complete erotic odyssey of sexual discovery, abandon, and healing in this boldly sensual and seductive foursome from the author of the Eighty Days series.
Autumn: Shaken by the sudden death of her lover, Dominik, renowned violinist Summer Zahova abandons herself to a series of intense sexual encounters—until the organizers of a mysterious ball open up an unexplored opportunity for her to express her pain and her passion, and to achieve new heights of ecstasy . . .
“Jackson has set the bar high with this stunning opening of ‘The Pleasure Quartet.’ Darkly erotic . . . Jackson’s arresting prose infuses this sensuous tale.” —Library Journal
Winter: Following the end of her dancing career and first love, broken-hearted Giselle Denoux returns to Paris, where she becomes muse and master to a magnetic artist. But when an accident forces them apart, Giselle finds healing by performing for an event of sexual excess and delirium, known as the Ball . . .
“Beautiful, arousing writing.” —Publishers Weekly
“Recommended for fans of Jackson’s previous works and for readers seeking powerful, introspective erotica anchored by a tinge of tragedy.” —Library Journal
Spring: Lonely and lost, Moana Irving feels disconnected from her best friend, Iris, and remembers a night of unharnessed sexual release and exploration at the Ball. So when she has the chance to share the grandest gala of all with Iris, the temptation will prove irresistible . . .
“Fans of steamy sex scenes laced with magic realism will thoroughly enjoy this ‘Pleasure Quartet’ addition.” —Library Journal
Summer: In Rio for the latest Ball—an erotic fete of the senses—Summer still craves an experience that seems just out of reach. A back alley in the Brazilian city of Recife seems an unlikely place to find what she’s looking for, but in Noah Ballard’s passionate embrace, she may finally give herself over to an ecstatic symphony of exquisite pleasure and liberating surrender . . .