Saturday, October 18, 2014

Interview with the talented C.E. Black

Okay, so remember posts and posts again where I wondered if it would be a good idea to interview authors. My primary fear feeling like I was saying, hey this person is great and they suck and then I feel like people hate me or think I'm a liar. 

Those were the worries running through me as I considered C.E. Black. I had just hooked with her on Twitter I had barely read her description on Twitter how did I know if she was a good writer (everything is subjective but still) I wasn't sure and I worried. Then I got Cursed Desires and I was hmmm. I am not a huge PNR girl, I like supernatural, ghosts are my thing a psychic or even a demon maybe. The book looked interesting and it mentioned menage which in my midwest small mind is all gasp, haven't written one and don't think I will. Then as I'm reading I'm starting to wonder who is the third and then I think no freaking way, yes freaking way. Ghost sex, super duper hot! Fears exploded, I invited her and she was kind enough to say yes.



Where do you get your ideas? (Ghost sex, very hot BTW)

Truthfully, I’m not really sure where my crazy ideas come from. I think I just have an overactive imagination. I joke with my friends that my mind is not a place you want to hang out. But in all seriousness, in every one of my stories, there is a hidden truth to something from my life. For example, the idea for Cursed Desires, began with my husband and I went to Charleston for our anniversary. We love taking the ghost tours and on one particular tour of the jail, something or someone tugged on my pant leg. Before that trip, I went on a cemetery tour with some girlfriends and I remember the tour guide warning us about malevolent spirits following people home. Putting the two experiences together, I thought, what would happen if something followed you home? And of course, I had to sex it up, because, well, that’s who I am and what I write.

Do you have a typical day or routine?

Nope. I do tend to do my writing in the mornings after I get the kids to school, but other than that, I do whatever I’m in the mood for. Of course, pressing matters come first, like this interview,  and household necessities.


What do you enjoy the most about writing?

Getting these voices out of my head! I love seeing my story come to life and there’s a wild thrill knowing others read what I wrote. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of it.

How do you write, do you use outlines or is it more free flow? 

I’m a pantster. I hate doing things more than once. I’ve always felt like it was a waste of time for me. When an idea strikes, I just sit down at the computer and start typing from the beginning. Now there have been times that I’ve hit a block and then I might write down plot points for what happens in the next few chapters, but they are short, incomplete sentences that just help me get over the hump. Then I’m back to free flowing.

What made you want to become a writer? 

As a reader, I always had a problem with wanting to change the story. Not that the book I was reading was badly written, I was just curious what would happen if this character did this? Or this? And then my own stories would take shape. When I stumbled upon self publishing, I realized, writing wasn’t an unattainable dream anymore. And decided to try my hand at it. So far, I’m having the time of my life.

What drew you to PNR?

I loved reading PNR and there’s something freeing about writing it. The rules are different with PNR, because really there aren’t that many rules. Supernatural characters and the world that surrounds them can be anything I dream up.

What books or authors were your influences?

I fell in love with the Sookie Stackhouse Series by Charlaine Harris. It was actually the first book I’d ever read with a sex scene. I was fascinated that stories like that existed. Then I read Laurell K. Hamilton and fell in love all over again. But the author that truly inspired me to write, is Maya Banks. There was something about her work that just made me think, “I can do it. I know I need practice. I’ll need to work hard, but it is attainable.” And I’ve always had the notion that what will be, will be. If I bombed, then at least I tried.

Are there any other books or authors you're reading now you really enjoy? 

I read all the time. There are so many books, by so many authors, it would take me forever to type them all out.

What are you reading right now?

Nothing at the moment, which is unusual.

What are you writing now and when will we see it? 

I’m working on a few projects, but the one I’ll be focusing on is A Shifted Wedding. It will be a novella to add to my Alpha Division Series. I don’t know when that will be out... When I finish. :) Hopefully, in a few months. This month, I will have a new story released in a Halloween anthology called Grave Hauntings. Nine authors bring nine sexy, spine tingling stories and it will be free. The tentative release date is October 15th.

Saturday, October 11, 2014

His For More Than One Night




Kate Frazier wants one night and one night only. It’s the only thing she’s made for, the only thing she’s capable of. She doesn’t want any hand holding or cuddling, she wants to get off and then she wants them to leave. She likes her men, bland boring and non-threatening only the Nordic god staring at her from across the pub is anything but. One by one she’s breaking her rules for only one night because the moment he gets close she can’t help herself. 
Only Trey refuses to let it go at one night. He knows her secret the one she’s tried so hard to pretend didn’t happen, didn’t exist even as her nightmares still haunt her. He knows and has her admitting to the rape she suffered from her mother’s boyfriend for two long years and he knows about the frantic, ugly things she did with anyone who have her in her teens. He sees it all and it doesn’t faze him, he wants the woman she is now and he’s not going to let her go. 
Now Kate has to make the decision to go through the painful door of her past to the other side where Trey and the happiness she never thought she could know is waiting. 

This is a standalone novella at 38,572 
Please be aware this is an erotic romance and is explicit 
Please be aware this book deals with the issue of child molestation and a woman's attempt to cope with what she went through.



Excerpt:

Stepping out of the elevator I push my phone back into my purse and turn down the hall to my apartment. He’s there, leaning against my door. Air leaves my lungs in a rush and I stop, hardly believing it’s him. Then he straightens at the sight of me and he looks pissed. His anger gives me the backbone I had lost at the sight of him.
          I’m going for cool and barely pull it off, “What are you doing here? I told you before, one night only.”
          He smiles and it’s a knowing smile, “And I believe I told you there was a difference between what you want and what you need. I was patient but I’m done with that now. Open the door and let me in or I’ll fuck you here in the hall.”
          His sincerity is clear and I’m backing away. “Trey, I meant it. I don’t want to fuck you again.”
          He follows and grabs my wrist, lightning fast and pulls me up against the hard length of him. “Thank god, because fucking isn’t what’s really on the menu but we’ll get to that when you’re ready. Open the door, Kate.” It’s a whisper but a very clear command in my ear and when I don’t move his hand slips over my ass and below my skirt.
          I move then, fast, knowing he will keep his word. My key is in the door and I barely have time to turn the knob before he’s behind me. Pushing me forward, his hard cock against my ass and I’m wet immediately for him.
          “Good girl, I can smell you ready for me and I’ll be inside you soon. I promise you but first you have to pay for your bad behavior.” Sliding my zipper down, he takes my thong and skirt in one movement. His strength is on full show as he picks me up and settles me on the edge of the bed, my ass up at him. I shouldn’t be surprised by the stinging slap but I am and yelp. Once, hard on the right cheek and then slap against the left. Gasping, I can’t get air in before he smacks the right cheek again, harder and I’m gushing. My hands are clenching the covers and I bury my scream in the bed, wondering if I have just come from the spanking but the need is still eating at me. No, not a climax but damn close and then he spanks me again. I hear the sound of the bedside table opening and a second later he’s tearing open a condom.
          His name is a whisper, my throat is too tight for more.
          “I know what you want sweetheart and I will, later. Right now I need to be inside you and later I’m going to make you sit on my face for at least an hour, you’re punishment has only just begun. Especially as you loved the spanking, it wasn’t really a punishment.” With those words of warning he pushes hard and deep and it verges on pain he’s so damn thick.
          We’re both breathing hard and heavy and only the sound of flesh slapping against flesh fills the room for long minutes. My climax slams into me as violently as he has been and my pussy clenches hard and tight. The groan of my name thrills me as it spills from him at the moment I feel him fill the condom. His cock is jerking and I clench again, taunting him. Growling he pulls out of me and I hear the condom hit the empty trashcan and he’s up and undressing. I can’t move, I want to but I just can’t. Every bone feels like mush and the chuckle of knowing makes me try, without success.
          He lifts me easily and settles me in the middle of the bed. He’s naked and his fingers move quickly over my blouse. When he opens it and gets to my bra, he slows and lowers his face to the valley of my breasts. Breathing deeply, the sight of him enjoying my body so completely has me fighting the tightness in my chest. With one hand he undoes the front clasp and his fingers brush lightly over my breasts, circling a nipple before tweaking it with the slightest edge of pain.
          “So beautiful, so damn responsive. Night after night I dreamed of you, waking hard and aching for you. Beating off like a fucking teenager because of your stubbornness. How many have you tried to fuck since that night?”
          Closing my eyes, I can’t meet his eyes. How the hell did he know? “Two.”
          “Did they even get inside your apartment?”
          Shaking my head, I run my hands through my hair. It had been embarrassing. “No, never made it out of the bar. None of that matters, Trey. I can’t do this. I can’t be what you need me to be.” 

His Hidden Agenda





I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. He’s always so charming and gorgeous and everyone in the office loves him but not me. He’s my competition and I hate him. I deserve the promotion, I’ve given not just my nights but my weekends and even my marriage to this company and I deserve the promotion. Only it’s Alex my bosses are patting on the back and taking meetings with. I’m positive the only reason Alex is nice and smiling to me is because he’s trying to throw me off my game. Men as gorgeous as him don’t let their eyes linger on fat girls like me. He’s blueblood, I’m south side Chicago below the poverty line, he’s Harvard and I’m night school six years to get a degree, on paper it’s laughable. He can’t really want me, there has to be something he’s hiding, a hidden agenda only he knows. 


There is and when I finally find out I’m going to have the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. The company I’ve put my life into or a chance at the kind of love I never believed existed before. 



This is a standalone novella at 35,472 words. 

This is an erotic romance so please be aware it is explicit in content 


Excerpt:

I’m awakened by a very annoying buzzing. I’m still in Alex’s arms and he lifts an arm and twists away for a moment and the buzzing stops, his arm comes back around me and my hand strokes his arm. I groan and my eyes open, the sun is just barely up.
          “What time is it?”
          “Six thirty, sorry, I set it as late as I dared in order to give me time to get home, shower, get dressed and get to work on time.” His voice is full of gravel.
          I turn in his arms and kiss his chest through the shirt. “Ignore me in the morning, I hate mornings. Thank you again, I’m just sorry you’re up so early after you not getting much sleep yourself.”
          He is stroking my back and then his finger is under my chin, “It was worth it, every minute, nothing to be sorry about.”
          Pressing against him, I feel him and he’s hard, I’m wet in an instant. His hand slides into my hair and he closes his eyes. “Don’t move sweetheart, please don’t move.”
          There’s no thought to what I do next, just overwhelming need. He’d lain in bed with me, hard and needy and asked for nothing. He’s gone down on me and given me the most intense pleasure I’ve had in my life. For some unknown reason this man wants me and thinks I’m beautiful and it makes me feel beautiful. I feel like I owe him so much more than I can ever give him. I want to do this for him. I really want to, I’m dying to know what he looks like, feels like and I can’t believe it but I want to know what he tastes like. My hand slides down his taut, hard stomach and slips under his waistband, he hisses my name. He’s not moving and I find him with my hand. Oh my, he’s thick, so thick my fingers don’t reach all the way around. I stroke from the base of him to his leaking tip and he’s longer than my vibrator it feels like. My vibrator is a satisfying seven and half inches but now I can’t wait to have him long and thick inside me. I’m stroking him and I move to pull down his underwear but his hand is around my wrist.
          “Alex, I want to. I want to taste you like you tasted me.” He comes then in my hand. I’m disappointed but I continue to stroke him until begs me to stop because he’s too sensitive now. A little of him is on my hand and I’m curious and taste him. I’ve read about women complaining about the taste. When I had tried the one time, it had been the gross smell of Larry and I hadn’t gotten any further than a few tentative licks. Now being able to taste him, I don’t get it, it doesn’t taste bad to me. I continue to lick my hand clean, smiling to know I’ve done something to ease his discomfort and because I’m glad to know when the time comes I won’t mind the taste of him.
          “Watching you lick your hand clean with a smile on your face has got to be the sexiest thing I have ever seen in my life.” His words are guttural from deep in his chest.
          “I like the way you taste.”
          He closes his eyes and rolls out of bed. “I have to go or I’ll make us both late.”
          I follow him out of bed and watch as he dresses. I can’t help sighing to watch him cover up his beautiful body. His eyes come up and he shakes his head with a smile.
          “Stay right there until I close the door. I don’t trust myself right now.” He orders and it’s my turn to smile. 

His For More Than One Night

I want to say right now, I didn't want to write it. It took two years to write, it came and bugged the hell out of me. I was stuck at four thousand words for what felt like months. I knew what was coming and I didn't want to go there. I don't like reading books that make you cry, all those Oprah book club books are not for me. Cancer-nope, death-nope, rape please fuck no. Here's the thing though as a writer you don't always get to choose the stories that come to you. So I opened it up again and started to write and I cried often like a two year old who had their binky taken away. I didn't want to write this but I feel it's important for women who have gone through it. There is a way out of all the pain but here's the thing, love isn't a magic bullet and it isn't fair to put all that you've been through on the one who loves you. Get counseling and not all counselors work the same, for my physical abuse it was EMDR that saved my life. I am not exaggerating and I'm not kidding, I would have overdosed or found a violent for sure way to end my life, the mental pain was too much and I crawled into bottles of wine until I realized I couldn't keep doing it. I had a choice, counseling or one more bottle of wine and a bottle of a pain killer. EMDR is painful it isn't one and done but it can work, and it worked for me. (I'm not telling you it will save your life and endorsing it above all others so don't sue my ass if it doesn't work for you, all I'm saying is it worked for me.)

I've always been the kind of person who wasn't just a watcher, an observer of life, I've also been a listener who doesn't make judgments, I simply listen. If you want advice make sure you're ready to hear what you need to hear not what you want to hear. One woman who was my age but so much prettier and she always seemed so happy 'confessed' that's how it felt, that she was sexually abused by her step-father for over two years. It tormented her to that day, more than fifteen years later. She spoke of dreams where she wanted it and begged for it. I had had glancing knowledge of victims of rape but the vicious sneak attack rape not the silent for years by someone you are supposed to trust and feel safe with. I offered the explanation that seemed right, her mind was trying to make sense of it and the dreams were a part of that not that she wanted it and even if for some reason she wanted sex that at eight when he was the adult he should have said no but that's never how it happened in real life. She seemed relieved as if I had unlocked her but still it was clear she needed more help. I encouraged her to seek counseling but she backed away, she didn't want anyone to know why that she was dirty from what had been done to her. I wanted to cry, she had been the victim for two years and still fifteen years later she was still a victim not because she wanted to but because she believed she was dirty because she was raped against her will.

Another woman I met told me of a somewhat similar experience but by her brother and for longer. When she made it stop her brother shot himself and she had to watch her family grieve but not know why and now that he was dead she felt she couldn't tell the truth. She became sexually aggressive to the point where when she talked to me she admitted she had no idea how many men she slept with she admitted to group sex but admitted she hated herself and everyone who had touched her when it was over. Her problem was she didn't want to be that way anymore but she didn't know how to break her pattern and by then she had a reputation. Once again I talked to her about counseling. She said she would go if I would go, as I've said before I was physically and mentally abused by my mother for years and there were times I still had problems with it. A handshake was done and our job (sometimes big name companies are worth the benefits) would pay for six sessions and we agreed to go for the six, honor system. She went, I know she did but I have no idea how it helped her. (This was one of those times when it didn't work for me. It took three different therapists to find the one who worked. Don't give up.)

As so often happens when someone shares something deeply personal with me, she pulled back and away as if it hurt her for me to know her secret. I do know less than six months later she transferred and I like to think it was the beginning of something new for her. One thing she said again and again that tortures me to this day is, 'Who could love someone, want someone after everything I've done? All the men, all those nasty things I did. Who would want someone as gross as me?'

All I could say was, 'Someone will, someday.' 

Often I think of her and I hope she found her peace, after what she went through she deserves it. 

Thursday, October 9, 2014

The giveaway to celebrate release day has begun!

Releasing not just two but four ebooks this Saturday! My eyeballs are burning but I think it's been worth it. 
All books will release at $.99 cents on 10/ 11 then will go up to their normal price of $2.99 by 10/16






For two years Ria has longed to touch the fire in Drake Hawthorne’s eyes but she doesn’t dare. The hotel where she has worked has a strict hands off patrons policy and if it’s found out she’s even lingered too long in his room she’ll lose the job she’s worked so hard for. Maybe if she were more reckless and willing to step out on a ledge she would but she isn’t and she can’t. Because it isn’t just Ria’s welfare at stake but her little brother’s and she’s not able to put his happiness on the line for her own. So she’ll keep hiding behind the meaningless wedding ring and fake husband that she knows is the only thing that has kept Drake from pushing her for more. She’s seen too many rich and powerful men like Drake Hawthorne to know they didn’t care about the havoc they left behind only the moment where they got what they wanted. Ria needs more than a moment, she wants and needs forever. 

When Drake finds out there isn’t a husband he demands marriage and Ria opens her mouth to say yes until he warns her about the ending. Marriage shouldn’t come with a time limit and Ria refuses to give in. Just when it looks like forever is promised will a threat from her past cost her the future within reach with Drake? 





Carrie Whitney’s young twin brothers have messed up one too many times and if she can’t get Rafael Castillo to change his mind then they are going into juvenile detention and they’ll be lost to her. She has no choice but to go to Rafael to beg for her brothers to be given another chance. Nothing goes as planned, and in a whirlwind of tears and accusations Carrie finds herself in the arms of a man she knows has the power to make or break her world. He wants her, short and chubby Carrie never believed a man like him could want her but she knows it from the look in his eyes and his touch. Never expecting to find someone like him, she is willing to take him anyway she can get him. Too soon and yet not soon enough she’s begging him for what she knows he’s only prepared to offer her. A relationship based only in her bedroom, no promises, no holding hands and she’s sure she can hold out long enough until he figures out he cares about her the way she knows he does. Yet, as the weeks turn into months without the words she needs Carrie isn’t sure she can continue. Far too quickly the question becomes, has she read into his touches and kisses more than there was or does he love her as much as she loves him? If he does love her then why won’t he move them out of the bedroom into the world outside of it and if he doesn’t how long can she continue to simply be Rafael’s Woman? 

Rafael Castillo wasn’t expecting the tiny woman with the bright blue eyes to turn his world upside down and he doesn’t like it. It doesn’t matter what he wants, family expectations mean a woman like Carrie is off limits. She’ll want and deserve marriage and she isn’t the type of woman he’s expected to marry. Her offer of a sex only relationship is a blessing and curse, he doesn’t care what she says he can see the love in her eyes. Lying to himself he takes what’s offered and plunges deep into something he never thought he’d feel or know again. He’s always disdained the hot-headed Latin stereotype so why the hell does the idea of sharing or seeing Carrie with anyone else but him send his temper soaring? This wasn’t the way it was supposed to go and now that he’s lost in her beautiful body the way out of their nights locked in her room away from the pressures of expectation is harder to find. 






I hate him, I hate him, I hate him. He’s always so charming and gorgeous and everyone in the office loves him but not me. He’s my competition and I hate him. I deserve the promotion, I’ve given not just my nights but my weekends and even my marriage to this company and I deserve the promotion. Only it’s Alex my bosses are patting on the back and taking meetings with. I’m positive the only reason Alex is nice and smiling to me is because he’s trying to throw me off my game. Men as gorgeous as him don’t let their eyes linger on fat girls like me. He’s blueblood, I’m south side Chicago below the poverty line, he’s Harvard and I’m night school six years to get a degree, on paper it’s laughable. He can’t really want me, there has to be something he’s hiding, a hidden agenda only he knows.
There is and when I finally find out I’m going to have the hardest decision I’ve ever had to make. The company I’ve put my life into or a chance at the kind of love I never believed existed before. 






Kate Frazier wants one night and one night only. It’s the only thing she’s made for, the only thing she’s capable of. She doesn’t want any hand holding or cuddling, she wants to get off and then she wants them to leave. She likes her men, bland boring and non-threatening only the Nordic god staring at her from across the pub is anything but. One by one she’s breaking her rules for only one night because the moment he gets close she can’t help herself.

Only Trey refuses to let it go at one night. He knows her secret the one she’s tried so hard to pretend didn’t happen, didn’t exist even as her nightmares still haunt her. He knows and has her admitting to the rape she suffered from her mother’s boyfriend for two long years and he knows about the frantic, ugly things she did with anyone who would have her in her teens so she could feel in control again but it only made it worse. He sees it all and it doesn’t faze him, he wants the woman she is now and he’s not going to let her go.

Now Kate has to make the decision to go through the painful door of her past to the other side where Trey and the happiness she never thought she could know is waiting.





Saturday, October 4, 2014

Draft2Digital

I have heard of Draft2digital but kind of shrugged, as it didn't have as many places to distribution as Smashwords. I've complained about conversion before, I found a converter and she was the cheapest I had found and of course she's busy as hell. I had fully intended to release the two I have coming out now in October, I wanted to release in September. I didn't have a choice though because my converter couldn't get me in until a month after I contacted her. Frustrated but happy with her previous work I considered her worth it and just sucked it up. 

Then I go on Draft2Digital and they give you a mobi file to upload to Kindle. I hated Smashwords, I simply couldn't get my files past their premium catalog approval process so I had doubts it would be easy on Draft2Digital. It wasn't snap your fingers easy but a quick change to chapter headings (increasing size and making it bold) and I was done. I seriously could not believe it was so easy. Only 15 minutes had passed and the file came out looking as clean as the one my converter had given me. Holy shit, no cost to convert and it will go through to all the big names, Kobo, Apple, Scribd? I am now in love. They also give a epub file and I used that to go direct to Nook, although they do send to Nook for you if you want. Personally, no I don't want, I want to be able to see the direct result of my lame attempts at marketing and what does and doesn't work in real time by going direct. 

Another great thing about them over Smashwords is they pay out monthly and Smashwords pays quarterly. That's a huge bonus which alone had me considering Draft2Digital over Smashwords. Before I tried it. 

I'm happy, now I'm almost a hundred percent in control of the most important and costly parts of self-publishing. The covers are still out of my control and I don't mind because I get a quality product that is often quickly done. Right about now, I'd like to pop some champagne. Just thought I'd share. 

Tuesday, September 30, 2014

His Marriage Demand Excerpt


Kindle Pre-Order

Releasing 10/11 it will be only .99 cents until
10/16 when it will go up to $2.99



“Employees aren’t allowed to fraternize with guests. If management finds out, they’re gone, no ifs ands or buts. Please move, Mr. Hawthorne, I need to get back down to the front desk.”
He doesn’t move, only shakes his head. “Two years, two years of lies from you. Where was he last time? Los Angeles, updating the systems at an oil company you said. Before he was in Atlanta, a conference. Last year he was in England.” He’s moving now, stalking me across the room.
“Employees aren’t allowed to fraternize with guests.” I repeat haltingly, “I’m sorry, but I need this job. What you want, you can get anywhere.” I accuse.
“Do you think I haven’t tried? Believe me, I’ve tried. Two years of cold showers and sleepless nights. Every time I left here I promised myself I’d take the first woman who looked my way. Only none of them, none of them looked at me like you do. As if I was everything they wanted but couldn’t have, with hunger making your soft brown eyes go almost black. None of them smelled like you, none of them had the soft curves that trembled when I came near. None of them made me want them the way I want you. Kissing them, I wondered what you tasted like. Holding them against me, I knew they didn’t fit me as well as you would. Two years, of apologies as my dick wouldn’t get hard because they weren’t you.”
His words hurt, the idea of him with other women. I tried not to think of him away from the hotel. It didn’t mean I succeeded, in bed when I was alone, I thought of him. I wondered who he was with, what they looked like. Then I heard what he was really saying. I’m shaking my head, no. This can’t happen, no matter how badly I want him. He’s blunt, he’s demanding and he doesn’t care about the rules because rules didn’t pertain to men like Drake Hawthorne. He’d take what he wanted and when he had his fill, he’d move on. Then I’d be left jobless and broken-hearted. If it were just me, then maybe I would take the chance. It’s not an option though, I have Justin to think of and I can’t, I just can’t.
I’m still shaking my head when his hands come down on my hips and he pulls me to him. I barely have time to take in the feel of him against me when his lips come down on mine. His beautiful full and thick lips are as soft as I always knew they would be. One taste, I promise myself and open my lips to him. The velvet slide of his tongue is a welcome invasion and I’m as hungry to learn the taste of him as he is of me. In seconds, hunger becomes devouring and we both go up in flames. My arms are up around his neck and he pulls me tighter, as if he can’t get enough. I feel like my whole body has been lit on fire and only he can soothe the burn. Deeper, more, I need more. I’m fighting for air when he finally pulls away, his eyes have gone sapphire dark.
His voice is deep and husky, “Marry me.” It’s a command, he’s not asking.
Shock hits me, he can’t have said what I thought he said. He nods, as if I’ve spoken. “Marry me. For two years, I’ve wanted no one and nothing as badly as I’ve wanted you. Every time I looked at the gold band on your finger, I wanted to yank it off and beat the hell out of the man who’d gotten to you before me. I hated this unknown man as much as I hated myself for burning and wanting another man’s wife. Crazy thoughts of wanting to know everything about him then the next moment knowing I didn’t dare. I wouldn’t stop myself from destroying him simply for having you when I couldn’t.
Marriage isn’t something I ever thought I would do again. I’ve grown to the idea of my ring on your finger. My ring telling all other men you’re mine and they can’t touch you. I don’t want one night with you, I want your days and everything else I can get.
There will have to be a prenup, I won’t be stingy. When it ends, I’ll make sure you’ll be provided for.”
He had me, I can’t believe I was about to open my mouth to say yes. How the fuck could I say yes to a command like that? Still, I was going to. Hearing him confess to the long nights of desperate need, I understood all too well had me melting. Until he mentioned the prenup and it being over. It wasn’t the prenup, men as rich as Drake Hawthorne aren’t stupid enough to marry without a prenup, especially after how badly his last marriage ended. It was understandable he’d want one considered airtight the second time around. I would have willingly signed on the dotted line to have him. Knowing he was already seeing the end before we even began is what has me pulling away and he lets me go. His smile is satisfied, he thinks he’s going to get his way. Men like him always get their way. A tiny kick of pleasure at denying someone as powerful as him gives me the backbone I need. I straighten and look him in the eye, “Thank you for the offer, Mr. Hawthorne, I’m going to decline. If you need anything further, please ring the desk.”
He’s surprised, giving me the time I need to escape his room. Drake catches up to me at the elevator. His hand on my wrist is almost punishing, I flinch. He lets go when he sees it. “What the hell did you just say to me?”
I don’t dare look at him, keeping my eyes on the progress of the elevator. “I said, no. If you need anything further, please ring the desk.”

He yanks me around to face him. “Explain that, no, after you kissed me like you wanted to fuck me for days.”