Author: Lilly James
Genre: Erotic Romance
Release Date: August 4, 2015
Synopsis
Evelyn Banks is her own worst enemy…
Wade Parks asks for only one thing—to be obeyed…
Wade’s perfect world is one of discipline and obedience. When he encounters his firm’s new employee, he begins a cat-and-mouse game in his pursuit of the feisty and independent Evelyn, determined to break through her cold demeanor and give her the discipline he’s sure she craves.
Evelyn is willing to submit to his dominance, but her emotions are another matter…
Both of Evelyn’s parents were addicts, incapable of giving her the slightest bit of affection, and she’s not equipped to deal with the rush of powerful emotions her relationship with Mr. Parks unleashes. So she turns to the only solace she knows—numbing her feelings with alcohol.
He sees past Evelyn’s flaws, but some secrets hit too close to home…
Just as Evelyn’s heart begins to thaw, Mr. Parks is reminded of his own troubled upbringing and he pulls away, leaving her feeling abandoned.
But another very real danger is lurking, and Evelyn might be very wrong about the source of the threat…
Can she be saved by denying Mr. Parks?
Or is submitting to him the only way to save them both?
Excerpt
“Did
you know he was accepted at Harvard Law School when he was only
eighteen years old? I was highly impressed when I read all about it,”
Clarke said, pouring hot water into our mugs. I pulled out a teaspoon
from the drawer and took the milk out of the small fridge.
“Who?
God’s gift to women?” I scoffed, pouring full-fat milk into my
tea. The only reason I looked up from the milk carton was because it
went quiet. When I turned, just as I dreaded, Parks was standing with
arms crossed in the doorway wearing his black suit ensemble and an
inward, amused smirk. Clarke cleared an imaginary lump from his
throat, picked up his tea cake and mug, then scuttled from the room,
leaving me. Shit house.
“Hi.”
He smirked. His green eyes were bright and amused as they watched me.
I quickly turned my back, placed the carton of milk back in the
fridge, and said fuck under my breath for getting caught. “So you
think I’m God’s gift to women?”
Oh
God, he heard me. I tried to hide my smirk by biting my lip as I
turned to face him.
“No.
That’s what you think you are.”
“Perhaps
you are God’s gift to me?”
I
laughed at his ridiculous attempt to sweeten me up. “I am not a
gift to you, Parks. And if I was a gift, it sure as hell wouldn’t
be from God.”
His
eyes narrowed briefly as if he were afflicted. “Evelyn, I notice
you have an incredible inferiority complex.”
I
blinked at his vocabulary. “Come again?”
He
sighed in a way that indicated my obliviousness was adorable to him.
“You have low self-esteem.”
“I
do not,” I shot back, extremely defensive because that’s what I
did. I couldn’t take compliments or criticism. “Why are you even
in here?” I glanced around the room. “Don’t you have Jittery
Joanna to run around after you?” His green eyes stared at me for a
second as though he was trying to figure out who I was referring to.
Then he chuckled and pinched the bridge of his nose. It made me
laugh, because seeing God’s gift smile was surprisingly refreshing;
he completely lit up.
“Jittery
Joanna
is on her break, and as I watched your fine physique strut in here, I
felt obliged to follow.” Proving he liked what he saw, his
insatiable gaze lowered down the length of my curvaceous body dressed
in a tight-fitted black dress.
“Really?
You don’t seem the sheep type to me.”
“Trust
me, I am not the sheep, Evelyn, but the wolf. I always take the last
bite.”
Oh.
“Looks like you’re out of luck. Clarke just had the last tea
cake.” I took a long sip of my tea as he watched me thoughtfully. I
knew damn well he wasn’t talking about pastries. But I wasn’t
going to be subjected to his dirty-minded ways. Even if my body was
telling me to get sucked in, my sensible mind was telling me
otherwise, and I had learned to listen to my head.
“What
about your cake, Evelyn?”
I
almost spat out my tea. “My cake it out of the question, Parks.
Besides, it’s not even my birthday.” I hid my grin childishly,
mentally thanking Rihanna for that line.
“Hm,”
he growled, taking a short step towards me, getting intimately close
to my body. He gently took the warm mug from my hand and placed it
behind me. My breathing was on hold, and my eyes were glued to his
green, hooded irises. I could smell the devouring essence of men’s
cologne. It was a burst of freshness along with strong masculinity.
Desperately I wanted to push him away, but before I could, his face
was inches away from mine, his cool breath against my lips. I’m not
sure if it was consciously, but I could taste the watermelon juice he
always sipped on his lips. I wasn’t fond of watermelon, but right
then, I craved the taste. He brushed the tip of his thumb across my
jaw and spread his fingers out across my cheek. “Is your cake moist
now, Evelyn? Would you prefer it iced?” He spoke in a low, husky
voice that tickled my lips. His tone commanded my nerve endings to
stand to attention like their sergeant major had arrived. Shit. He
was a charming, expert, arrogant arse who could most certainly make
my cake moist—and he did. Even so, he wasn’t having a slice of
me.
About The Author
British Author Lilly James is a woman with a wild imagination that has to be set free into the arms of a keyboard.
Writing gives Lilly that chance to escape the real world and live in a world of fantasy with her characters.
When she’s not writing you’ll find her singing terribly to music, curled up with her kindle, or doing something boring like everyday chores that unfortunately need attention.
Lilly lives in Wales, is a mother of one beautiful little girl, and loves reading, chocolate and wine. All in that order.
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