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Tuesday, August 14, 2018

Reputation by Dr. Rebecca Sharp


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Title: Reputation
Author: Dr. Rebecca Sharp
Genre: Enemies to Lovers/Rockstar Romance
Release Date: August 13, 2018
Small-town girl. America’s Sweetheart. 
The biggest popstar in the world
It began with one guy and then the next. 
Until my reputation preceeded me.
Yes, I dated them - all of them. 
Yes, I also broke up with them. All of them.
Was it too much? The world said yes. Too many, too quickly. 
And my star began to flicker.
The world knew nothing about my life and yet, their judgement weighed on me like stone.
My reputation was falling faster than a shooting star and the only way to save it was with the boy who never wanted me.
Zach Parker was a singer, songwriter, and sexy as sin. 
To him, I was just the neighbor’s little sister. 
A pest that had grown into a famous annoyance.
Zach Parker wanted nothing to do with me. 
But he could be tempted - with a stepping stone to fame, that is.
The plan was simple: Childhood Sweethearts Fall in Love on US Tour.
The plan was to let them see what they wanted to see: our ‘romance’ blossom right in front of their eyes.
A romance that Zach had made painfully clear to me years ago would never exist.
I’m told that it was the only thing that could repair my image.
So, every night I’ll stand on that stage and give Zach my heart piece by piece, note by note.
We’ll give them a show they’ll never forget - and a love story that I may not survive.
Because who cares that in order to put my reputation back together, I’ll have to tear my heart apart?
Rebecca Sharp is a dentist and International Best-Selling author living in a small town in northeastern Pennsylvania with her husband, the love of her life. After graduating Cum Laude from Lafayette College in 2011 with two degrees (one in Business & Economics and one in French), she pursued her doctoral degree at the University of Maryland School of Dentistry. Graduating in 2015, she has since been working in her family’s dental practice that has serving the local community for over 60 years.
While she enjoys the practical and challenging academic aspects of her career and the fulfillment of providing care to her patients, Rebecca desired to pursue something more creative in her free time. Starting with her love of Jane Austen, she began writing. While she enjoys all types of books, romance novels have always held a special place in her heart. (True story: She listed a Sabrina Jeffries novel on her 8th grade summer reading list. Much to her surprise, the teacher didn’t even notice!) She has currently published numerous contemporary romance titles.
When she isn’t taking care of her patients or writing/publishing her next book, Rebecca loves to read, cook, draw, and snowboard. She has a small addiction to coffee and the TV show ‘Friends.’ She and her husband are avid travelers, determined to visit every corner of this beautiful planet!
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Wednesday, August 1, 2018

Unreserved by Michelle Dare


Title: Unreserved
Author: Michelle Dare
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Cover Design: Designs by Dana
Publication Date: July 27, 2018
Blurb:
Life was so predictable. Alicia dedicated herself to work and spent her nights alone, rarely venturing out. She was content with her expanded role in her father’s business, even if she was lonely. She’d sworn off men, until a sexy detective made her reevaluate what she really wanted.
Bodyguard duty was not why Rider became a detective. But, orders were orders. When he saw the blonde beauty, he silently thanked the chief for his new mission. One-night stands were all he’d wanted before, but Alicia sparked something primal inside him.
Rider quickly put the pieces together—Alicia had been hurt, so she hid her heart. His goal became proving his love for her was unreserved. Then his closest friend revealed a secret, blindsiding Rider. A decision had to be made, and the outcome would change their lives. Life wasn’t so predictable anymore.

Elaine's Review:

This author right here sure know how write!
With each story she writes, her style gets better and her characters grow!!

If you have a chance to read any of her books, I highly recommend them!



Michelle Dare is a romance author. Her stories range from sweet to sinful and from new adult to fantasy. There aren’t enough hours in the day for her to write all of the story ideas in her head. When not writing or reading, she’s a wife and mom living in eastern Pennsylvania. One day she hopes to be writing from a beach where she will never have to see snow or be cold again.
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Uncuffed

Chapter Reveal for False Perceptions by Michelle Heard


































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Conspiracies and lies lead to a secret that was never supposed to be uncovered.

Six months ago we rescued Emilie Swanson, the daughter of retired Navy Admiral George Swanson – now a senator running for the presidency.

Having just returned from a harrowing operation gone wrong, I accept an undercover mission. With orders to protect Emilie from any further threats, everything should be uncomplicated. Expecting a socialite, I’m surprised when I get to know the spirited woman.

But the Navy SEAL motto is true. The only easy day was yesterday.

To save her I have to take on a powerful political player who will do anything to further his career. Things aren’t what they seem, and the threat to Emilie’s life lies much closer to home than we thought.

Time is running out as we’re both caught in a web of false perceptions.


































EMILIE


I wish someone would’ve told me.
I used to lie in my bed and dream about what my life could be. Life almost had me fooled, telling me to believe in fairytales.
But, I know better now.
There’s no such thing as a happily ever after. If you’re one of the lucky ones then maybe you’ll get a happily for now.
Unfortunately, just like everything else on this planet, even love has an expiration date.
Disappointment stabs at my heart which feels like it’s been reduced to nothing but a burial ground where dreams and love once flourished.
Twelve years.
It’s strange. These emotions that keep crashing over me in waves. I’m constantly being washed off my feet, overwhelmed by the pain. But then, the knowledge that it’s finally over sets in, offering some reprieve.
It’s a feeling of release, finality, and an uncanny sense of peace that all the futile hoping and praying have come to an end.
It’s in those moments when the finality sets in that I feel a renewed strength to pack faster. Raleigh holds nothing for me anymore. I just need to get everything packed so I can move back home to Virginia. There’s not much I’ll miss about Raleigh. Hell, come to think of it, I won’t miss a single thing.
Part of me wants to say, screw it, and to just leave everything behind. But I won’t. I won’t let that woman have one more thing that I’ve worked so hard for.
She’s like a sister to me.
Hah!
I’m helping a friend. You know that’s what I do. She’s just a friend.
Bastard.
Lying, cheating pig.
The wave of emotions doesn’t last long. It pulls away from me, allowing anger to take its place.
I’m infuriated that they thought they could actually hide their affair.
I knew.
I knew for years.
I saw it every time they looked at each other.
When they smiled at each other.
The laughing.
The dancing.
The bond that kept deepening as each day passed by.
They knew that I knew and that sickens me. How could they?
The actual affair is nothing in the grand scheme of things. It’s the fact that they actually thought they could keep playing me. Keep milking me for money.
It had to be about the money. Why else would two people be so cruel?
Mostly, I’m angry at myself.
I regret not listening to my gut as it was screaming at me to save myself. Instead, I remained in a marriage no longer mine. I fought for a heart already lost to another.
I prayed.
God, I prayed.
I was on my knees, begging for my marriage to be saved.
I never broke my vows. In the end, that’s what kept me going. The promise I made. But I never stood a chance seeing as I was the only one who kept them.
I held out for so long because I needed to catch them. I needed the closure of knowing I had been faithful until the bitter end.
I finally caught them yesterday. On my birthday.
I hate birthdays.
Over the past few years, Robert has made every birthday miserable. As if to make sure I knew that I meant so little, that my birth was the last thing that should’ve been celebrated.
Rage explodes through my chest as I close another box. I started packing an hour ago, and I’m surprised at how much I’ve gotten done.
I hear the jingle of keys at the front door. Where that sound used to bring me a sense of peace, it now opens the gates I’ve kept sealed shut. The gates that kept my humiliation hidden from the world.
I hear his footsteps as he slowly walks down the hallway. I climb to my feet and turn to face the stranger that’s taken the place of a man I once loved with all my heart.
I still love that man, but to me, he died when this stranger took his place. I mourn the man I married. I feel like I’ve been widowed and that I’m staring at the man who murdered my husband.
Disgust settles thick and hard in the pit of my stomach.
“I’m sorry,” he whispers.
Breathe in.
Breathe out.
I raise my chin, square my shoulders, and meet his eyes with a cold stare. I hope he sees the hatred. I hope it’s all he sees when he looks at me.
I will not cry.
I will not show him an ounce of the pain he has caused me. He deserves nothing but my hatred. I want to kill him with one look. I want to reduce him to nothing, just like he has carelessly done with me.
But I don’t have that power. You can only hurt someone who cares for you. And it’s been months – years – since he cared for me.
“I didn’t want it to happen this way.”
I feel a growl build deep in my chest, but I grind my teeth, refusing to set it free.
I have questions. So many questions.
Did you ever really love me?
Was it only for the money?
Did you enjoy laughing behind my back cause you thought I was so stupid I would never find out?
I want to scream.
How could you kiss her then come home and kiss me with that same mouth?
How could you fuck her then climb into my bed?
Instead, I grind the words out, “You’re a coward.”
He nods, dropping his eyes to the floor.
“I’m a coward,” he agrees solemnly.
Instead of feeling victorious at his affirmation, it makes my anger explode into a rage born of wasted time, continuous insults, and humiliation.
This man.
No, he’s not a man. A real man would never do the things he has. Integrity is being man enough to admit when you’re wrong and doing everything in your power to make things right.
This vile creature who stands before me wears arrogance like a crown while his self-inflated ego rolls out before him like a red carpet. He has never admitted to being wrong. Robert Hurst can do no wrong in his own eyes. Even when he walked over me, he made it feel like I wasn’t even worth being trampled by his feet.
“You’re a narcissist.” His eyes flare with anger. I see the look that I’ve come to know well over the years. A look which was meant to knock me down because I dared to raise my eyes in his presence.
But he’s in for one hell of a surprise if he thinks that will work on me now. I have nothing to lose, nothing to protect, and that makes me reckless.
It makes the truth spill over my lips as if I’m vomiting the poison he has fed me for so long.
“Your arrogance will be your downfall.”
I see the challenge in his eyes, but something is holding him back from losing his temper.
Whenever we used to talk, and I’m using that word lightly because it always turned into a fight. He would turn every conversation around with such craftiness, making me feel like I was responsible for all our problems. Although I worked my fingers to the bone and gave him every dollar I made, our financial problems were my fault.
Now I know better. We had financial problems because I was unknowingly taking care of two families.
The family I thought was mine… and that woman’s.
“For months you told me that you were sick. Who the hell does that? Who pretends to be sick and use it as a weapon?” I shake my head as disgust wells in my chest. “You’re vile.”
He only stares at me, depriving me of the truth once again.
“Every time I tried to talk to you, you were quick to beat me down. How dare I go against your manhood?” I sneer as I force the bitter words over my tongue. “Every single time I brought that woman up, you were quick to accuse me of being unreasonable. You got angry because you felt I was attacking your character as a man and husband. You got upset because I was forcing you to face the truth. Every single time you turned the conversation around, you tried to make me believe I saw things which weren’t there, that it was all in my mind.”
I take a step closer to him, feeling a sense of freedom because I can finally defend myself and not worry about the consequences.
“You have no character. You’re not a man. You’re not worth the title of husband.”
Stubbornness sets in my chest, making me shake my head. He doesn’t deserve my anger. I’ve given him so much, that I’m not willing to give him a second more.
“You’re the biggest mistake I’ve ever made,” I say, knowing the words will hit hard. Then I go in for the kill. “You’re not half the man Kevin was.”
His eyes widen as the blow hits. A smile curves my lips upward as satisfaction offers a spec of warmth to my frozen heart.
Robert has always hated Kevin, my first husband. Another mistake I made. I should never have let Kevin go. He was a good man unlike the piece of shit standing before me now.
“You disgust me. Get out, and don’t come back until I’m gone.”
I should fight him for the house, but there’s nothing in me that wants to keep the wood and nails that hold the skeleton of the vows we once shared.
I should take it and sell it. I should take back every dollar that I’ve sacrificed to this cancerous relationship, but I don’t have the strength for that.
I continue packing everything, emptying out the house. He can have the shell, but I’m taking the heart and soul of my life with me. I won’t let her have a single thing more.
By the time I’m done, and the moving company is loading the last of the boxes, I walk through the house one last time.
In the main bedroom, all that’s left behind are dust motes and my wedding dress which I leave hanging against his closet door.
I give myself a moment, closing my eyes.
Taking a deep breath, I need to smell the familiar scent of home one last time.
Once again, I hear the front door open, and the stale feeling creeps back as he steps into the house.
I turn around and walk down the hallway, my face empty of all I feel.
“Sorry, I need to feed the birds,” he says.
I stop in front of him and hold his wedding band out to him. He hasn’t worn it in years. He opens his hand, and I drop the band into his palm.
Words rush up my throat, wanting to use this last chance to express all the pain he has inflicted on me.
But once again, I swallow them down.
You will not let him see what he’s done to you.
You will stand strong.
Without another word, I walk by him and out the front door.
I feel more saddened by the loss of the familiarity of the house and garden. The loss of the sounds of the birds chirping, the way light falls over the walls, and shadows fill the corners.
Everything had its place.
Now I’m leaving it behind for the unknown.
“I really am sorry,” he says behind me, and I hate him even more than I thought I could hate another human being for sounding sincere.
I ignore the words as I open the driver’s door to his Audi. That’s right. I’m taking his car. After all, he loved it more than me.
As I reverse down the driveway, I allow myself one last look at the house, the man – at my past.
It’s only a split-second as my eyes brush over the past twelve years of my life.
Then I look at the road, and I drive toward my uncertain future with the bad taste of wasted time and defiled memories on my tongue.









































Michelle Heard is a Bestselling Romance Author who likes her books hot, dirty, and with a touch of darkness. She loves an alpha hero who is not scared to fight for his woman.

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Their Famous Dominant by Nicole Edwards


More specifically, Trent Ramsey, one of the clubs' famous members? 

He is back! And is the hotter than ever Office Intrigue Series by Nicole Edwards! Ready for his story? Ready for the heat? Grab it now! 

Their Famous Dominant, An Office Intrigue Novel
by Nicole Edwards



Release date: July 31st, 2018



*Menage Romance

My name is Trent Ramsey. It’s possible you’ve heard of me. I’m one of the highest paid actors in Hollywood. Not only that, but I’ve built a vast empire of businesses, including two of the hottest BDSM clubs on the map. My face has been plastered on big screens and magazines for over a decade. Plus, I’ve got more money than I know what to do with.

At one point in my life, I thought that was enough to make me happy.

So, why am I not? Why have I found myself at a crossroad? It’s not like I don’t know what I want. I know exactly what I want.

Or rather who.

But it isn’t what you think. I’m not after a submissive who will fill the void. No, it’s never that easy for me.

I’m after two and they aren’t both submissives. Or rather, they aren’t both in the lifestyle because they are both definitely submissive. In fact, one happens to be my personal assistant, a man who has spent the past three years working alongside me, helping to manage my entire world.

Although my mind has been set on one particular woman for so long, I can’t deny I have an overwhelming urge to dominate him, too.


Better yet, both of them together.


At the same time.


Publisher: Nicole Edwards Limited
Cover Photo: Wander Aguiar
​Cover Model: Thom Panto





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THEIR FAMOUS DOMINANT (OFFICE INTRIGUE, 4) CHAPTER ONE

Trent
​Saturday, August 4


“MASTER RAMSEY?”

Turning at the sound of my name, I noticed the blushing submissive staring at me, flanked on both sides by her tuxedo-wearing Doms. While her light blue eyes were wide with what could only pass as star-struck wonder, her Dominants’ identical hazel eyes were filled with amusement.

Langston Moore and his twin brother, Landon, had just claimed their submissive in an official collaring ceremony in front of their friends and family. And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t completely honored that they’d thought to include me.

My mind snapshotted the image of the threesome, a memory of this day etched in my mind for future reference.

“Luci,” I greeted, smiling at the young woman who was the star of today’s festivities. While it was evident Luciana Moore wanted to say something, no words fell from her lips as she stared back at me with eyes as round as saucers.

“Go on, pet,” Landon urged his beaming bride.

“I … uh…” Luci’s voice chirped on the last word.

Langston chuckled. “What our tongue-tied submissive wants to say is thank you for bein’ here today.”
“The pleasure is all mine.” I shook hands with Langston, then Landon. “The ceremony was beautiful.”

“As is our submissive,” Landon noted with pride.

I peered down at the petite submissive, who looked like an erotic fairy princess clad in an elegantly designed white corset, a platinum and diamond collar gracing her neck, and little else. “I’d have to agree. It’s been a memorable day.”
“With no small thanks to you for the venue,” Langston added.

“The location was merely the backdrop,” I told him, my gaze stopping on Luci once more. “You, young lady, are even more beautiful now that you’ve been officially collared.”

Luci blushed as she usually did when she was around me. “Thank you, Master Ramsey.”

“I still remember the first night I met you at Dichotomy.” My gaze shot to Landon. “She came with you that night.”

He grinned from ear to ear. “She did.”
“And I’m sure she was just as star-struck then as she is now,” Langston noted.
“She was,” I agreed. “In fact, if I recall, that response broke one of Landon’s rules and you spent most of the night walking around naked.”

“Mostly naked,” Landon corrected. “I allowed her to keep on the G-string.”

I grinned, and Luci blushed again.

Needless to say, it had been interesting to witness, as it was any time a new submissive was introduced into our world.

“Thank you for overlooking my blunder that night, Master Ramsey,” Luci replied, her voice husky and soft.

“You were quite sweet.”

“But seriously,” Landon said, his tone sobering. “We’re honored that you attended.”

“Don’t be honored,” I told him with a smirk. “I have every intention of drinking my weight in champagne. It won’t be cheap.”

Landon laughed. “I don’t doubt that.”

“Truth is,” Langston said, “I didn’t think you were that easy, Ramsey. You didn’t even put up a fight when I invited you.”

He was right. I wasn’t easy. Usually.

“I’m only easy for you, my friend,” I told him, grinning.

In the past year and a half, Langston and his three partners at his PR firm—his twin brother, Landon, along with Justin Parker and Benjamin Snowden—had become good friends of mine. We met through Dichotomy, the BDSM club I opened in Chicago roughly two years ago. The four men were part of the first wave of members who had joined the club and I’d gotten well acquainted with them.

Partially because of them, I’d been spending more and more time here in Chicago in recent months, needing a break from the monotony that had become my life.

“Probably not wise to let word get out that you’ll roll over with very little persuasion.” Langston chuckled, his gaze darting to the people milling about behind us. “Those subs following you around like lost puppies might think twice.”

I didn’t bother looking back at the submissives I knew were mingling nearby. I had yet to show any interest whatsoever, however they still trailed close behind. It was something I despised, and any submissive who hoped for even a small amount of my attention knew that.

“One could only be so lucky,” I told him.

Langston’s gaze slid to the far side of the room and mine followed.

“Your assistant looks a little out of sorts,” he said with a grin.

I allowed my eyes to rake over the handsome man donning a designer tux and a wild-eyed expression as he took in everything around him.

"This is a first for him,” I told them.

“Well, you wouldn’t know it,” Langston said facetiously.

“What gave it away?”

“Probably the fact that his jaw is dragging the floor,” Langston said with a laugh.

At least the boy had the sense to keep his tongue in his mouth.

“Give him time,” Landon chimed in. “He’ll get used to it.”

I had to wonder whether that was true or not. While I had purposely kept my assistant out of this side of my life, something had compelled me to invite him today. I was glad that I had because I enjoyed his company. He was one of the few people in the world I trusted implicitly. It had taken three years to get to that point, but I knew he had my best interests at heart.

I turned my attention back to the triad before me. “Is King around?”

Langston’s eyes scanned the area behind me, obviously seeking out his father. “He’s around here somewhere. Probably tryin’ to keep a tight leash on our mother.” Langston looked back at me and grinned. “You know how parents can be. I’m not sure anything is good enough for her boys and our mother’s been flutterin’ around, tryin’ to ensure everything is perfect.”

“Well, someone should tell her she accomplished her goal,” I informed Langston, choosing to slide right over the reference to mothers.

If anyone wanted parental advice, I was the last person they should come to. My own mother had put me up for adoption when she was a whopping fourteen years old. I didn’t know who she was, much less who had sired me. Nor did I care.

A nice couple had adopted me when I was a newborn, but a fire in our home had taken their lives when I was seven. The neighbor had managed to get me out, but by the time he did, the house was fully engulfed. According to the medical examiner, they died of smoke inhalation.

At that point, without any family who could care for me, I ended up back in foster care—where I was obviously destined to be. I spent several years in and out of homes, largely due to my age, along with my inability to behave. When I was fourteen, Rosa and Daniel Singer had come into my life. Although they never officially adopted me, they did foster me through most of my formative years.

While it hadn’t been a childhood grounded in routine or consistency, I couldn’t complain too much. I wasn’t broken in the sense I’d had a shitty childhood, and I damn sure didn’t want anyone’s pity.

However, I did attribute the lack of control to my innate need to be in control now. It was one of the reasons I’d ventured into the realm of BDSM and then practically built my life around it.

I noticed several others lining up, probably hoping to give their congratulations to the threesome. “Well, I should stop monopolizing your time.”

Langston smirked. “You headin’ back to Texas after this?”

“Actually, I’m off to California to meet with my agent.”

Landon cleared his throat. “Official business?”

I met the other man’s curious hazel eyes. “We’ve got a few things to discuss.”

“We’re still considerin’ your proposal,” he admitted quickly.

I shook my head and huffed a laugh. “While I’m a businessman first, today is not for that. We’ll catch up in a couple of weeks when you’re back from your honeymoon.”

Landon nodded, but I could see his reluctance. While I was eager to find out whether or not the partners had come to a decision regarding the proposal I’d made, I wasn’t going to allow that to interfere with the festivities today.

“Well, thank you again for handlin’ the venue,” Landon said, motioning toward our surroundings. “We couldn’t have asked for a better place.”

“Even if I remember specifically tellin’ you we weren’t lookin’ for anything fancy,” Langston tacked on. The significant stress on fancy did not go unnoticed. “I should’ve known how you rich boys work.”

I laughed. With a net worth of 750 million dollars, I could hold my own, sure. However, I happened to know that Langston and his partners weren’t doing too bad in the finance department. In fact, they were in the process of expanding an already outrageously profitable business. Chatter PR Global was officially the third-ranked public relations firm in the world.

Granted, my side ventures were quickly increasing my wealth and I could credit that to good business decisions on my part. Not only was I one of, if not the highest-paid actor in Hollywood, I was also a venture capitalist and I had my hand in many pies. Along with the dozens of start-ups I’d helped fund, I was a silent partner in many things, owned some impressive real estate that was turning nice profits. I’d learned to diversify early on and it had paid off. Even more so since I’d invested in a technology company that was in the process of launching a software platform that would change the way most people did business.

In a word, I was rich. No sense denying it. However, I was also pragmatic.

“I promised you wouldn’t be disappointed, Moore,” I reminded Langston.

“That you did,” he agreed. “You were true to your word.”

Admittedly, this had been the perfect venue for a formal collaring ceremony. In fact, it was a place I’d considered for myself should I ever find a submissive of my own. Unfortunately, at the rate I was going, I wasn’t sure that would ever happen.

“All right,” I told them firmly. “I’m off to see if I can get my assistant to relax a little.”

“Maybe offer him some champagne,” Landon suggested. “Or bourbon.”

I glanced over at Troy. I wasn’t sure any amount of alcohol was going to help.

“Thanks again for comin’,” Langston said.

“My pleasure.” I turned my attention to Luci one last time. “You keep these boys in line.”

“I will, Master Ramsey,” she answered, still slightly bewildered.

With a smile, I turned and ambled away, my gaze landing on my assistant.

Troy Shelton—my personal assistant for the past three years—looked as though he wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. Even in spite of that, he was a very attractive man. He took good care of himself, which I found ridiculously appealing. Well-built with his sculpted chest and narrow waist, tall. He filled out a tuxedo nicely.

His shoulder-length, dark brown hair hung loosely in that style that said he didn’t care what it looked like but he spent plenty of time getting it to do what he wanted it to do. His jaw had that purposeful stubble, his cheekbones were high, his nose perfectly proportioned to his face, and his mocha-brown eyes didn’t look tired or strung out. In my world, that was not the norm. Considering my demanding schedule and my equally demanding personality, that was a wonder, really.

The thought made me smile.

There was something inexplicably masculine about him, but underneath, there was something innately submissive.

When a waiter offered champagne, I took two glasses from his tray.

“You all right?” I asked when I approached Troy, handing over one of the glasses.

Uncertain brown eyes flew up to my face as Troy nodded. “Of course, boss.”

I smiled to myself as I scanned the crowd, taking note of the numerous bodyguards strategically placed throughout. While security of this magnitude wasn’t usually necessary at a function such as this, I’d had to come up with a backup plan when word leaked that I was going to be attending today’s ceremony. Luckily, I had friends in high places and it had only taken one phone call to ensure the press wasn’t going to sneak into the party without an invitation.

“By the way, boss, Ken called. Twice. Said he needs an answer.”

I frowned. “Ignore his calls,” I instructed. “I’ll discuss with him in person on Monday.”

“Have you made a decision?” he inquired.

“Yeah,” I told him. I’d known from the beginning of the unnecessary negotiations that I was turning down the part I was being offered. Although the movie would no doubt be a success, I was taking fewer and fewer roles these days for personal reasons. The only person who didn’t seem to get it was my agent.

“Is there anything I can get you?” Troy offered.

Casting a sideways glance his way, I kept my initial response to myself. There was something I wanted from him, but we had a long way to go before we ever got to that place.

“I’m good for now,” I replied. “We’re here to relax, not work.”

“Right, boss.” His eyes widened as a Domme walked by, leading her scantily clad submissive around with a leash.

While Troy was otherwise preoccupied ogling the people around us, I let my gaze trail over him momentarily. I had no idea what I was doing checking him out, but I found something uniquely appealing about the man. Although my mind had been set on one particular woman for so long, I couldn’t deny the fact that I had an overwhelming urge to dominate Troy.

Better yet, both of them together.
At the same time.
For those who knew me, that was an important detail that would come into play one day.

I just had no idea that one day would come quite so soon.

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