The Back to Bad Series Collection

by Jady Eby

Book Cover: Lacey
Editions:Kindle: $ 6.99ePub

All 5 Back to Bad books in ONE place!

Capricious (Back to Bad #1)

Lacey Caldez is in a bind.

Her bills aren't paid, her mother is broken, and they're about to lose their house. Realizing she's low on options, she buries her pride and approaches the last person she ever wanted to owe a favor to.

Robbie Reynolds is brutal, demanding, and one hell of a mobster. He's also her ex. But despite his character flaws, he offers her a chance to avoid financial ruinóbut can she stomach what he's asking of her?

Voracious (Back to Bad #2)

Voracious, the action-packed second book in the Back to Bad series follows Lacey as she sinks deeper and deeper into the crime addled world she tried to avoid.

She's got blood on her hands and a yearning to be crazy.

What's a girl to do when she leaves her innocence at the door?

She goes back to being bad, of course.

Malicious (Back to Bad #3)

Secrets, lies and constant chaos is what Lacey Caldez has come to expect from her life.

The thing is - she thrives on it. Derives pleasure and power from the mess she's created.

But nothing good ever lasts and what she thought she knew about the darkness in her life is about to be challenged.

Bad girls are bound to get caught. The kicker? Lacey isn't your average bad girl.

Audacious (Back to Bad #4)

Lacey Caldez commands power.

Desires control.

She thrives on the thrill of being bad and taking what she wants when she wants it.

But it's a long fall from the top of the world.

And this hunter is now being hunted.

Tenacious (Back to Bad #5)

Lacey Caldez is broken.


Ready to give in to the powers that be.

But while other people in her life aren't quite ready for her to give up, there's someone who would like nothing more than to see her dead. Gone forever.

Will Lacey be able to pick herself up and do what she does best: taking what she wants?


The lounge thumps out club music, shaking the walls in the hallway. I peek out from behind the red velvet curtain and see Misty at the tail end of her set. She's spread-eagle on the floor, her mile-long legs stretched in the air, stacked stilettos pointed toward the ceiling. She swings around the pole and then climbs it like a gymnast, her biceps constricting with the movement.

I watch her with such intensity it borders on voyeurism. The way her peachy skin blurs with the myriad spotlights reminds me of the trapeze artists at the circus. They move so effortlessly, aware of their bodies with every motion.


A balding sweaty man licks his lips and throws a dollar at Misty, but it floats aimlessly, missing the stage. His face crinkles and he pulls another bill from his wallet, this time setting it on the stage gingerly. Misty slithers down the pole like a snake and then crawls to the dollar bill. She stuffs it in her G-string and moves closer to the sweaty man. When her chest is on the same level as his face, her hands move to the back of his head, pushing his face into the valley of her tits. She shimmies fast enough for him to get a nice faceful of flesh and slow enough for him to enjoy it. She pulls back and his smile is so wide I'm afraid it might split his face in two.

The music stops and the DJ introduces Brandi. She struts onstage, her showgirl costume glittering against the flashing disco ball. Misty walks away, her hand grazing Brandi's during the pass by. She steps through the curtain, a thin sheen of sweat glazing her face.

"Decent crowd tonight," she says, pulling the bills from her G-string.

"I could do with a few more faces in the crowd. Need the money."

She puts her hand on my shoulder. "Oh, honey. I know you're still new, but don't let crowds like last night get your hopes up. That was unusual."

I frown. "That's what Brandi said too. But fifteen hundred dollars every shift would make up for the pervs we see in here."

Misty's laugh is surprisingly masculine, given her womanly figure. "Ain't that the truth. Just do your best and you'll be fine here." She walks toward the dressing room.

I use the few minutes before my set to slather vanilla-lavender oil over my skin. I reach beneath my thong to cover the recently waxed flesh of my crotch. I massage the oil onto my breasts, the scent wafting up. At least I smell damn good. The last verse of Brandi's song filters through the speakers. Taking a deep breath, I reposition my glasses. Here goes nothing.

"Next to the stage is Lacey, our resident sexy librarian. Better be on your best behavior, boys—she gets rather naughty with a ruler."
I strut onto the stage, swinging my hips back and forth. The spotlight from the ceiling beams down on me, casting the rest of the lounge into darkness. The music picks up speed and with one hand on the cold metal pole, I swing myself around in a circle, my body twisting and turning with the movement of the beat. I land in the splits, my legs like toothpicks on either side of me. I slide them together and sit on my haunches, my ass directly in front of Sweaty Man. I shake, making the men hoot and holler. A couple of crumpled dollars slide beneath my legs. Smiling, I stand up slowly, rolling my body as I rise. My hands run over the oily skin of my stomach until I reach my tits. I cup them and bend over, displaying their roundness in full glory. Another round of hoots from the crowd.
I make my way through the line of men standing at the stage. I shake, twist, and flit about seductively until I stand against the pole in nothing but my stilettos.

The first time I stood in this exact spot I felt exposed. Dirty. Raw. Like the entire lounge could read my thoughts as if they were etched into my alabaster skin. Now, though, it's liberating. I'm more naked in clothes than out of them.

Like I used to do when I was a bad, bad girl.

That's the thing about power: it consumes you from the inside out. Races through your veins like a shot of crack, begging you for more. That's why I had to get away from that feeling.

And here I am, right back to it.

The spotlight falls over me and I allow the patrons to disappear in the darkness of the lounge with my hands tracing every inch of my skin. The music fades and the claps erupt. I bow and pick up the remaining money thrown to the stage.

Reviews:Emerald wrote:

This book has so many things I enjoy in a novel. Excellent writing/ storytelling, suspense, and put simply-- Intrigue. Lacey Caldez is one of my fave heroines of all-time. She is strong, intense, and unpredictable. Her circumstances and past have formed who she is, and I loved learning more about her, book by book. Anyone who enjoys reading all the books of a series together will love this package.

About the Author

Reading and writing have always been second nature for me. They are as integral to me as the air I breathe and the words I speak. I knew from a very young age that I would grow up to work with words in some capacity. I thought, perhaps I'll be a librarian. No, a literary agent. How about a copywriter? But the entire time, my heart would whisper, "you're going to be an author."