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Book Description
When I wake up in a dark, unfamiliar room, I have no idea
what's waiting for me in the shadows. My imagination conjures up demons of the
worst kind.
Reality is much worse:
A collar with no leash. A prison with no walls. And a life
stripped of meaning.
I am presented with a vile contract and asked to sign. It
outlines the terms of my servitude. The only information I have about my captor
are the two small letters inked at the bottom:
J.S.
Armed with only my memories, I must do everything I can to
avoid becoming ensnared in his twisted mind games. But in the end, it all comes
down to one choice:
Resist and die.
Or submit, and sign my life away
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Excerpt
“Lilly.”
Oh God. It’s him. There’s no mistaking that rich, masculine
treble.
What’s he doing down here?
“M-Mr. Stonehart,” I stutter, turning. I curse my inability
to hide my surprise. He totally caught me off-guard. I have to look up to meet
his eyes. Then up some more.
The face that I find is so striking it should belong to a
Greek god.
He’s younger than I expected. Late thirties, maybe early
forties.
That means he started his company when he was younger than
me!
Dark scruff lines his angular cheeks. His jet-black hair is
styled in long, natural waves. My fingers itch to run through it.
Totally inappropriate.
He has a prominent nose that might be too big on a less
imposing man, but on him, it’s perfect.
In short, he’s a package of the purest masculinity I’ve ever
seen.
And then there are his eyes. Oh my God. His eyes. They
pierce into me like honing missiles. They are the deepest black I have ever
seen. They would be frightening if they weren’t so beautiful. When the light
reflects a certain way, you catch a glimpse of the purple underneath.
They are like midnight sapphires. His eyes reveal a cunning
intellect. Those eyes do not miss a thing.
Add all that to his towering height, his wide shoulders, his
confident-yet-at-ease posture… and Stonehart cuts an intimidating figure.
My gaze darts to his left hand before I can stop it. No
ring. He’s unmarried.
He looks down at me, expectantly. His eyes narrow ever so
slightly, and I feel like I’m being dissected, measured up, and tucked away in
some small corner of his brain. I imagine this is what a gemstone feels like
under the magnifying class of the most critical appraiser.
Stonehart clears his throat. I come to with a start,
realizing I haven’t said anything in ages. I open my mouth, but the capacity
for speech seems like a foreign concept to my brain. “I—”
Somebody bumps into me from behind. I stagger forward. I’m
not used to these shoes, so my heel steps the wrong way. My ankle twists under
me, and I start to fall.
I don’t fall far. The hand still on my elbow tightens, and
Stonehart pulls me into him.
I plaster myself onto the solid steel wall the man has for a
body. I catch a scent of his cologne. It’s a deep, musky smell with a hint of
charred spruce that is all male. It scrambles my thoughts even more.
“Sorry!” a rushed voice calls out. From the corner of my
eye, I see the postman giving a hurried, apologetic wave.
Although the sequence lasts less than a second, it feels
like an eternity. Pressed up against him like that, I don’t want to move. I
know that I couldn’t have made a worse first impression.
Stonehart eases me off him with a firm yet gentle grip. Our
eyes meet. I flush the most vibrant red. His fingers graze my forehead as he
brushes a lock of hair out of my face.
Any tenderness I may have imagined vanishes when Stonehart
takes out his cell. He long dials a key and growls an order. “Steven. See the
delivery boy leaving right now? Have his building pass revoked.”
I gape. Stonehart keeps speaking. “Wait. I thought of one
better. Bar his company from accessing the building.” There’s a pause. “For how
long? Indefinitely. FedEx can talk to me when they have an improved employee
selection program in place.”
The phone call gives me just enough time to compose myself.
My heart’s still beating out of my chest. But nobody has to know that.
I speak without thinking. “You’re going to restrict the
entire company from serving this building because of that?”
Stonehart humors me with an answer. “A company’s employees
are its most important asset. Their behavior reflects the organization as a
whole. If FedEx decided that clown is good enough for them, it tells me they’re
sloppy. I do not do business with sloppy organizations.”
“What about the other tenants in the building?” I ask.
“Won’t that piss them off?”
When I hear myself and realize how improper my question is,
my cheeks flame red again.
Stonehart’s eyes darken, as if he cannot believe I asked
that question. I open my mouth to apologize for my imprudence, hating the way
my professional skills have evaporated into thin air. I’m cut off by a short,
barked laugh.
“Miss Ryder.” He sounds amused. “I believe that is the most
direct and honest question anybody has dared ask me in weeks.” He takes my
elbow again and leads me to the elevators. I have to take two quick steps to
match one of his long strides.
“Yes,” he continues. “They will be ‘pissed off.’ But the
perk of owning a building—” he hits the elevator call button, “—is that you get
to make executive decisions.” He gives me an unreadable glance as the doors
open. “That is, at the risk of being questioned by inexperienced interns.”
If that isn’t a loaded remark, I don’t know what is. I flush
scarlet red for the third time since I’ve met him. I’ve never had a man throw
me so off balance.
The elevator is packed, for which I’m infinitely thankful.
The trip up will give me some time to properlycompose myself.
Gratitude turns to panic when the crowd files out, meek as
mice, when Stonehart steps in. None of the people waiting in the lobby follow
us.
The doors close. I’m alone in here with him. My heart’s
beating as fast as a hummingbird’s wings.
He catches me staring. “Impressed?” he asks.
“They know you,” I manage.
His dark eyes flash with amusement. “Astute.”
About the Author
I live near beautiful Seattle, Washington. I grew up reading all types of fantasy books
before discovering the wonderful world of romances in high school. Now, I spend most of my time writing about
sexy men and the women who love them.
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