Control
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Monday, May 27, 2013
Control's Cover is Here!!!!!! Also, there is a giveaway going on in celebration of the cover. Enter to win!!
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Sunday, May 5, 2013
Status Update
Just met with the cover artist and we will have covers soon! Plus, there will be an added *extra* surprise that I will reveal as we get closer!!
Friday, May 3, 2013
Status Update - Control
We are getting close and I anticipate Control will be published within the next three to four weeks. Advanced Reading Copies will be available next week for book bloggers or reviewers interested in discovering more about Paige and Daemon.
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Any assistance in getting the word out about this upcoming series is appreciated.
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Third and Final Preview of Control!!!
When we reached the back room,
Daemon opened the door and motioned for me to walk through. I walked straight to the other end of the
room, taking the position that I had the other night. Daemon closed the door and locked it and then
blocked it when he continued standing in front of it.
I spoke first. “Well, here we are…in a locked room…together. Feels familiar, although, I’m not a raging
lunatic tonight so there’s really no need for the lock and barricade.”
He let out a low chuckle and my
knees started giving out beneath me. What is up with this guy and how is he doing
this to me?
Daemon looked amazing as usual. He had on a dark blue t-shirt that brought
out the crystal blue of his eyes and his dark jeans hung off his hips, yet
still perfectly hugged his bottom. His
hair was stylishly messy and he had his usual five o’clock shadow peppered along his
jaw. I imagined what that stubble would feel like scraping across my skin and
had to stop the mental imagery before I lost it. He was slowly stalking towards
me when he finally responded. “Yes, it does feel familiar. However, I never know what you are going to
do next, so the lock is just added security.”
He stopped when he was a few feet in front of me. “Why are you here, Damsel?”
I flinched at his use of that word
but I played it off and acted like a professional. I cleared my throat. “I’m here for the same
reason everyone is I guess; music, alcohol, dancing. You know, fun with the boyfriend and all.”
By the time I was done spewing out
that pathetic excuse he had walked closer and was standing directly in front of
me. I could feel the heat coming off his body and I had to look up to meet his
darkened eyes. He looked like a predator
and I froze. We stood there staring at each other for what felt like minutes
and my heart felt like it was going to come through my chest. He reached his hand up to my face and
starting tracing the outline of my bottom lip.
I couldn’t tell what he was thinking by the strange expression he had on
his face. He leaned over slowly and
replaced his finger with his mouth. His
kiss was feather light but sensual. My
traitorous body trembled again and he softly laughed and ran his hand over the
goose bumps that broke out on my arms. He pulled back to look me in the eyes
and I continued my statue impression while he backed up to put a small amount
of space between us.
“There you go using that 'boyfriend'
word again. Somehow, I don’t think you
are being very forthcoming with me, Damsel.
Care to guess why I think that?”
I looked up at him and in an attempt
to appear angry, I narrowed my eyes at him. “I have no idea why you would think
that, Daemon.” I angled my head to the
side. “I will tell you though, that if you attempt any more funny business like
you did just a second ago, you’ll be lucky if you don’t walk out of here with
two black eyes.”
Daemon’s eyes got wide and he
suppressed a grin. “Can’t wait.”
I was suddenly under the impression
that Daemon wasn’t believing my cover.
He continued. “Although I’m thoroughly enjoying this back and forth that
we are having currently, I believe I brought you back here to answer a
question, which I very much would like to do.”
I was confused for a second but then
remembered what I had asked him while sitting at the table. I started to chastise myself for having
opened up that line of questioning.
“You wanted to know what I meant by
saying ‘if you were my girl’.” He moved closer to me again and tilted my
head up by placing his finger underneath my chin. “If I had you, Paige, I would not only be
with you, but I would own you, I
would control you, and I would, in
all ways, possess you.”
A shocked laugh burst from my
lips. “You would own me and control me? What kind of crap line is that?! I mean,
do women really fall for that shit?” My
laughter continued bubbling out. “I don’t know who you think you’re talking to,
Daemon, but I believe you have me mistaken for the slutty redhead you were with the other night.”
His eyebrows shot up at that comment
and he chuckled. “No. I don’t have you mistaken for anyone, Damsel. I know exactly who I’m talking to at this
moment.”
I crossed my arms over my chest and
glared up at him. “Well, then it’s obvious you’ve suffered an unfortunate head
injury and have forgotten what I told you about myself. NOBODY owns me or controls me or dictates my
life in any way. Besides, I don’t even
know anything about you. For instance,
what is your last name?”
He gave me a knowing look and
answered. “Pierce.”
My head shot up in shock at how easily
he had given up that information. He
smiled and then continued explaining his statement.
“I think you may be misunderstanding
what I am saying. I wouldn’t dictate
your life and you’d be free to do whatever you like, but when you are in my
bed, you will do as I say when I say it. Thus, the control. And if you were in my bed, I’m not sure I
could stand it if any other man touched you again after that. Thus, I would own you from that moment
forward.”
I didn’t understand why he was
telling me this. Even though I now had
the information that I needed and I should be walking back out to the club, my
curiosity got the best of me and I couldn’t help but question him further. This
was just too good to not fully discuss. “So,
if I’m understanding you correctly, if I were to sleep with you, you would own me or control me, just like the rest of your lady friends?”
He eyed me for a minute before
responding. “No. Not like my other lady
friends. I couldn't care less what they say
or do once I’ve had my night with them.
I just know that with you, it would be a different story altogether and
I think it’s only fair that I warn you ahead of time.”
His eyes were the deepest blue that
I had ever seen in him. His jaw worked
over itself and it made his face appear even more masculine. He crossed his arms over his chest and I
wanted nothing more than to reach out and run my hands over the definition of
his arms. I tucked my hands behind myself to
keep them from reaching out on their own accord.
I couldn’t help it that my voice was
husky when I responded. “I guess it’s a
good thing that I’m spoken for. I
suspect we’d have a few issues if we ever attempted being anything more than we
already are. I’m not one of your women
waiting around to be tamed and I don’t enjoy being told what to do, or pain, or
crazy bondage shit, or whatever the hell else it is you are implying that you
would like to do to me.” I started
moving forward to indicate I was leaving when he grabbed my shoulders and
forced me to look at him again. His look
was intense as he searched my eyes.
“Once again, Paige, you are
mistaking what I’m saying.” He bent down
to whisper against my ear. My breath
hitched at his closeness and I tensed up in an attempt to control my body’s
reaction to him. “I would never hurt
you. I would never do anything to you
that you haven’t asked for. There is no
crazy bondage shit; no whips, no chains, nothing like that. What I want to do to you doesn’t require
props or toys or anything else. Just me
and you. But I would control you and I
know that you would like it.”
The tension within me was more than
I could handle and I started feeling woozy. Damn
my traitorous self and this annoying swooning. I shook it off.
I spoke slowly so as not to give
away what he was doing to me. “I can guarantee you, Daemon Pierce, that you can
set whatever it is you are suggesting aside.
I’m not the type of girl you think I am.” I looked up into his face in challenge and he
released me. I started to walk past him
and he called out to me again.
“Whatever you say, Damsel. But I’ve
felt how you react to me and I’m sure I’ll be seeing you again. Enjoy your evening with your boyfriend.”
I didn’t look back at him as I
walked to the door, unlocked it and then let myself back out into the club.
Status Update
Looks like Control will also be available through Smashwords and Kobo Books, as well as Kindle, Nook and Amazon!! Also, I've got one more teaser preview I will post at some point today.
Thank you for all the support, it means a lot!!
Wednesday, May 1, 2013
Second Preview of Control: Introducing Annie, Alex and David!
David
turned to look at me and his face was a mixture of disgust and
apprehension. I raised my eyebrows at
him in question and he used his head to indicate in the direction of the living
room. I heard Alex introducing himself
to Annie’s boyfriend and Annie giggled again.
Alex came into the kitchen to join David and me.
Using his thumb to point back in the
direction of the living room, Alex asked, “What the hell is that?”
David turned to Alex with a scorned
look. “That is Annie’s new boyfriend Chris. He’s a 36 year old loser who works at the local
flea market as a janitor. He’s not going
to be able to work for the next four to six weeks because of his injury and
he’s already convinced Annie that she should loan him some money to help with
his bills. Annie thinks he’s gorgeous
and believes she is in love with him.
They’ve know each other for a little over twenty-four hours and he’s
convinced her to give him four thousand dollars! Have I done a good job in explaining what that is?”
Alex’s eyebrows shot up and I
dropped my face into my palm and groaned.
I began shaking my head in silent protest. I looked back up at David and he looked like
he was about to explode. I turned to
Alex to ask his opinion.
“So, is he a bad looking guy?”
David let out an insulted gasp.
“Well, if any man in this room should be judging the beauty contest, it should
be me. He’s not a bad looking guy, it’s
just that his personality is obnoxious and he is an obvious mooch. Poor Annie is completely smitten with this
guy and she has no clue that he’s using her.
I mean, what kind of person asks another person to borrow money within
twenty-four hours of meeting them?”
I thought that over for a moment and
then voiced my guess. “A bank customer?”
Alex laughed and David gave him a
pointed glare. “Oh sure, chuckle it up chuckles, but while you’re busy finding
this amusing, we’ve got a serious problem in there. What are we going to do
about this?!”
I crossed my arms over my chest and
huffed out a breath. “Unfortunately, Annie is a grown woman. If she wants to give her money to some guy,
the only thing we can do is suggest against it.
She’s ultimately the one who will make that decision and there’s nothing
we can do to prevent her from making that mistake.”
David shot his head towards me.
“Nothing you can do? Are you kidding
me?! We can lock her in her room, take
shifts watching her, deny her outside communication and internet access, and install
a two way key lock and not give her the key.
There’s plenty we can do. My question is, just how far are we willing
to go to keep her from doing this?”
Alex patted David on the back. “How
will Annie go to work if we have her locked up?”
David put his finger to his mouth to
think about what Alex said and then responded. “I’ll tell them she’s ill. I’ll take over her cases until she comes to
her senses and then she can have them back when she gets over this idiot.” He
gave Alex a thumbs up. “Good attention to detail.” He turned to me. “Paige you
should take some notes from Alex’s good thinking. It might help you out in that investigation career of
yours.”
I uncrossed my arms and pushed
myself up from the counter. “I guess I
need to go in there to see what we are dealing with. Maybe if I can find enough issues with the
way he looks I can appeal to Annie’s superficial side.”
David pointed to the living room. “Go.”
I sighed and turned toward the
living room. “No problem. I’ll just go
in there and take control of this situation.”
I took a few steps towards the room
when I heard a low moan and a high pitched sigh.
Ew.
I turned around. “Um, no.
I’m not going in there.”
Alex tried to suppress a grin while
David acted like he was dry-heaving over the sink; well, at least I think he
was acting. I walked back over to where
they were standing and hopped up to sit on the counter. “Guess we’ll be here for a while.”
David finished hacking up his
hairball, looked up from the sink and stamped his foot. “Oh no, I am not getting stuck in the kitchen
while she gets her dirty going on the living room couch!” David marched into the living room and
cleared his throat loudly. “Excuse me!
Could you two possibly stop licking, and tugging and touching all over
the community seating area? There are other people here, although I can
understand how it would be difficult to know that with your eyes closed and
your tongues shoved down each other’s throats.”
David crossed his arms and forcefully nodded his head. “Now have some
decorum people and stop pretending like you are horny teenagers in the living
room.”
Plot Summary - Control
The plot description is done! For those of you who are wondering what Control is all about read below:
Paige Stone lived anything but a normal childhood. Having been raised around an abused women's shelter operated by her parents, Paige was a constant witness to the tragedy and heartache suffered by women at the hands of the men they trusted. Out of refusal to ever allow that to happen to her,... Paige built walls around her heart at a young age. Those walls were only fortified when tragedy struck on her sixth birthday and took from her the only friend and love she knew. Now at 22 years old, and working as a private investigator, Paige is driven by a deep need for strength, independence and a stubborn refusal to accept help from another person. Surrounding herself with her three best friends, Paige never assumed that the autonomy she had worked so hard to build could be challenged.
That was, until Paige met Daemon Pierce.
Mysterious, strong-willed, and breathtakingly beautiful, Daemon seemed to instantly know Paige better than she knew herself. Paige is disgusted by Daemon's reputation as a womanizer, but becomes intrigued when she is unable to discover his background. Paige's curiosity about Daemon proves to be her downfall as she is swept up in his charming and arrogant pursuit to possess her in every possible way.
For the first time in her life, Paige will struggle for control while Daemon slowly dismantles the walls she has built around herself. Only time will tell who will be victorious in their battle of wills as Daemon teaches Paige the weaknesses within herself that she never knew existed. Paige stays one step ahead in her struggle against Daemon's controlling ways, but when tragedy strikes her life a second time, she has to choose; will she put her life in danger, or will she finally accept a helping hand?
***Content Warning - This is a new adult fiction with mature themes. It contains graphic sexual situations, mature language and explicit description of sexual violence.***
Paige Stone lived anything but a normal childhood. Having been raised around an abused women's shelter operated by her parents, Paige was a constant witness to the tragedy and heartache suffered by women at the hands of the men they trusted. Out of refusal to ever allow that to happen to her,... Paige built walls around her heart at a young age. Those walls were only fortified when tragedy struck on her sixth birthday and took from her the only friend and love she knew. Now at 22 years old, and working as a private investigator, Paige is driven by a deep need for strength, independence and a stubborn refusal to accept help from another person. Surrounding herself with her three best friends, Paige never assumed that the autonomy she had worked so hard to build could be challenged.
That was, until Paige met Daemon Pierce.
Mysterious, strong-willed, and breathtakingly beautiful, Daemon seemed to instantly know Paige better than she knew herself. Paige is disgusted by Daemon's reputation as a womanizer, but becomes intrigued when she is unable to discover his background. Paige's curiosity about Daemon proves to be her downfall as she is swept up in his charming and arrogant pursuit to possess her in every possible way.
For the first time in her life, Paige will struggle for control while Daemon slowly dismantles the walls she has built around herself. Only time will tell who will be victorious in their battle of wills as Daemon teaches Paige the weaknesses within herself that she never knew existed. Paige stays one step ahead in her struggle against Daemon's controlling ways, but when tragedy strikes her life a second time, she has to choose; will she put her life in danger, or will she finally accept a helping hand?
***Content Warning - This is a new adult fiction with mature themes. It contains graphic sexual situations, mature language and explicit description of sexual violence.***
Sneak Preview - Control
Just when I was starting to give up
hope, an amazing set of arms wrapped around me and I was suddenly being hoisted
up onto the speaker. I was placed down
and one of those arms stretched out in front of me to keep me from falling forward. I took a second to catch my breath and turned
to thank whoever grabbed me. As soon as
I caught sight of his clear blue eyes, my breath hitched and I was momentarily
stunned silent. I continued my
exploration of the person beside me and discovered a chiseled square jaw
lightly sprinkled with five o’clock shadow.
His face was framed with messy dark brown hair. My gaze slowly wandered downward and found
the most masculine pair of broad shoulders a girl could ever ask for. His t-shirt was pulled tight over his chest
and biceps and his mid-section dipped down into a perfect ‘V’. His dark blue jeans perfectly accentuated his
muscular legs which hung over the edge of the speaker. I looked back up into those eyes and he
smiled the most jaw dropping smile revealing two dimples on either side of his
mouth.
He leaned over to speak closer to my
ear. “Sorry to manhandle you without
permission, but you looked like you could use some help down there.” His voice was a deep enough timbre that it
wasn’t difficult for me to hear him over the music. I continued staring at his sculpted mouth like
an idiot and then shook my head to free myself from his spell. I could feel my face getting hot from looking
at him.
“Uh, yeah, thanks for that. It normally doesn’t get that bad down there
and I wasn’t expecting to get trapped.”
I smiled at him and then turned my attention back to the stage. The band was starting in on their second song
and the crowd calmed for a moment before picking it back up with the increasing
tempo of the song.
He leaned over to me again. “No problem beautiful, I’m always happy to
assist a fair damsel in her time of distress.”
Even though his lips were brushing over my ear, causing tremors, and his
hot breath rolling down my neck was doing wonderful things for my body, I was
suddenly annoyed.
I shouted over the music at him. “Please don’t say that.”
“What?” He looked at me and his
confusion at what I had said was clearly written in his expression.
“Don’t call me a damsel in
distress. It’s degrading and I don’t
appreciate being classified by use of a demeaning stereotype.” I turned my attention back to the stage for a
second time and we sat watching the show without speaking. I was distinctly aware of his shoulder and
thigh pressing into my side and I was disturbed by how his body heat was
affecting me. His cologne weaved a trail
straight over to my face and I breathed it in deeply before realizing what I
was doing. After a blissful half hour of
music immersion, the band finished their set and I discovered that I had started
leaning into him. I also realized how
thirsty I was and was thankful that I could go get something to drink. The problem with being stuck on a speaker is
that it doesn’t often present the opportunity to refresh your beverage.
The crowd below us started to disperse
from the pit and he jumped down from the speaker. I scooted my butt as far to the front as I
could and looked down preparing to jump.
It was at that moment I remembered I hated heights and I quickly
determined that I was in the middle of an unfortunate predicament.
I looked to my right and left hoping
that someone had the foresight to install a ladder on the sides of the
speaker. When it became clear that I was
out of luck in that department, I looked down into the eyes of my newest
acquaintance. He had a smug look on his
face as he watched me attempt to get down.
He reached up his hands to offer assistance and chuckled.
“From where I’m standing, ‘damsel in
distress’ might be an adequate category for you. This is the second time I’ve had to come to
your rescue in the last hour.”
What
the…!
This guy was really starting to piss
me off. Who the hell does he think he is
anyway?! If it wasn’t for him coming to my rescue in the first place,
I wouldn’t be in this situation. I
slapped his hand away and scowled down at him.
“No thanks on that rescue
attempt. I can get down perfectly fine
by myself. Just step back so I don’t
land on top of you.”
His eyes darkened and then quickly
filled with humor. His voice lowered an octave when he replied, “Oh, the threat
of you on top of me is supposed to make me move? Because, I can promise you damsel, I’m not feeling real motivated
to budge even an inch.”
I flashed him my best menacing stare. “I’ll tell you this one more time, Do. Not.
Call. Me. Damsel.” I pointed my finger
in his face to drive my message home. It
must have worked because he removed his outstretched hand. He stepped back from where he had been
standing and held his arms out to his sides in defeat.
That’s
right, mister, fear the ninja.
I turned my body around, determined to
shimmy down the side of the speaker and then drop the last foot to the
ground. I got my lower body safely over
the edge, but my shirt caught on the corner and I was stuck there
with my bottom in perfect view of Mr. Arrogant standing behind me.
“This is a delightful view. I almost wish I had a camera. Are you sure I can’t help?”
My air huffed out from annoyance
before I freed my shirt and started shimmying over. I finally dropped to the floor and looked
over my shoulder to find my acquaintance openly staring at my assets. His eyes wove a slow path up my body and
stopped suddenly on the dragonfly tattoo on my shoulder. His eyes widened and he looked up to my face,
grabbed my shoulders and spun me around to face him.
“What is your name?!”
I was shocked by his sudden intensity
and I couldn’t process what he had just asked me. I stared into his eyes but didn’t say a
word. He continued to hold me by the
shoulders and was searching my face and body as if trying to memorize me. He looked back up at me and slightly shook me
out of frustration.
“Your name. What is it?”
I shook away my stupor once again and
jerked my shoulders out of his grasp. I
took a step back and looked up at him in challenge. “Why the hell would I want to tell YOU my
name?! Thanks for the earlier assistance,
but you can forget that you know me now.” I turned to walk away and he called
out to me again.
“That’s fine if you don’t want to tell
me your name. I’ll take your refusal as
a clear indication that you wish for me to continue calling you damsel.”
My jaw dropped and I turned back
around. “If you really think I’m dumb
enough to fall for that crappy manipulation tactic, then I should be upfront and
honest with you now. You are clearly
confused about the type of woman that I am.
I am not the type that needs rescuing and I am not the type that swoons
over a beautiful face and a deep rumbly voice...” He grinned at that and I quickly realized my
error. Refusing to acknowledge that I
just called him beautiful, I continued, “…and it is pathetic for any person,
male or female, to refuse information about themselves in order to continue
some type of crappy pet name.”
Those dimples of his popped out and
his eyes smiled right along with his mouth.
“I’ll make a pact with you; you tell me your name, and I’ll leave you
alone for the rest of the night.”
I considered his offer. If he was telling the truth, I could end this
aggravating encounter now just by giving him my name. On the other hand, if he was lying, than at
least he might stop calling me damsel. There really was no down side to this
situation. I decided to play hard ball
anyway.
“I’m not enough of an imbecile to
believe that you mean that. How do I
know you will stick to that agreement?”
He looked at me with a matter of fact
expression and seemed to be considering my question. After a moment of intense introspection he
formulated his response. “You don’t.”
Well,
there you have it.
Defeatedly, I
muttered, “Paige. My name is
Paige.”
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