Book Information
Title: Losing Control
Author: Jen Frederick
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Format: Digital serial via newsletter
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Serial Begins Releasing: May 27, 2014
Price: Free
Book Cover: Attached
Teaser Graphics: Attached
Summary
I’d do anything to keep my mother alive.
Anything,
including ask Ian Kerr for help. I don’t know much about him, except
that he has more money than some small countries. And he’s willing to
spend it on me. Just one catch: there’s a string attached, and not just
the one I feel pulling me into his arms and his bed. There’s also the
plan for revenge he wants my help with.
Every
time he says my name, it makes my body shiver and my heart stutter. I
know he’s going to wreck me, know there won’t be anything left of me but
lust and sensation by the time he’s done with me, but even though I can
see the heartbreak coming towards me like a train, ready to crash into
me, I can’t get out of the way. I want what he makes me feel. Want what
he’s offering.
This
may have started out as something to save my mother, but now…now it’s
about what he makes me feel. I’m in danger of losing everything that’s
important. Worse? Ian's whispered words and hot caresses are making me
believe that's okay.
Author Biography
Bestselling
author Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one
rambunctious dog. She's been reading stories all her life but never
imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop
her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.
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Extra Hot Excerpt
“What makes you think I’ll be done with you?” He says and he moves my
hands upward until they meet in an arch above my head and he can grip my
wrists in one big fist. Free, his left hand slides down my arm, leaving
a trail of goose bumps in his wake. His mouth is on my chin, my jaw,
and then my neck. He’s tasting me, pressing the flat of his tongue
against my racing pulse. “Maybe I’ll never be done with you and your
solid gold pussy.” At the last word, he closes his mouth over that pulse
point and sucks hard. The only thing holding me up is his hand around
my wrist. He pumps his thigh against me and an involuntary moan escapes
my lips.
“I don’t care,” I manage to choke out this obvious lie because my body
cares a lot. “I’m not a toy. You don’t get to put me in Barbie’s
expensive town home and play with me until you’re bored. I’m a fucking
real person and my mom’s a real person. And we don’t need this shit
right now.”
He doesn’t stop my diatribe but he doesn’t lift his mouth from my skin
either. He’s sucking hard at the spot where my neck curves into my
shoulder and his hand is under my ass, moving me backward and forward
along his thigh. His other hand has worked its way under my shirt and is
palming my breast, a large thumb rubbing my nipple. I realize my hands
are free and that I’ve been holding them above my head while he rubs all
over me. When I drop my hands to his shoulders I find I can’t push him
anyway. Instead, I’m using his shoulders as leverage to grind down on
his thigh.
The nerve endings of my sex are hyper sensitized and I swear I can feel
every thread of his superfine wool pants. His leg moves, a tiny hitch,
but it interrupts the rhythm and removes the pressure. “Don’t you stop,”
I threaten him, all the heat in my tone has turned from anger to
throaty desire.
“Shh, bunny, I got you.” He lifts me completely and spins me around. I
have no option but to wrap my legs around him. A few quick steps and
we’re in another bedroom with one giant bed and nothing much else. He
tumbles me back onto the bed and then lowers himself on top of me, and
there’s nothing in my field of vision but the hard planes of his face
and the ruddy flush of desire on the high points of his cheekbones. He
looks fierce and hungry.
Before I can capture another thought, his mouth is on mine and his hand
is pushing aside the lace of my soaked panties. I’m moaning from both
the feel of his thick tongue inside of my mouth and the sensation of one
and then two of his fingers thrusting inside me. Sucking hard on his
tongue, I lift my hips to grind against his hand.
His free hand spears my hair and tugs my head back as if he can’t get
his tongue deep enough inside me. He tastes of spearmint and earthiness,
of true desire. My whole body is alive and it’s straining toward him,
toward completion. I brace my feet against the mattress, seeking more
pressure. Breaking away from his mouth, I pant, “Harder. Fuck me harder
with your fingers.”
I give him a quick once over. His suit is ruined. He never took even his
coat off when he finger fucked me and I’m guessing the fragile wool
wasn’t meant to be worn during any intense physical encounters. There
are creases in the arms and shoulders were I clutched him and was that a
… stain on his thigh. I ducked my head to hide my embarrassment. “You
owe me a lot of explanations.”
“I’ll be here when you’re done. Come back and we'll talk.”
I give him an absent nod but it’s not sufficient of a response for him.
He strides over and tips my head back. “I’m having this suit bronzed,
you know.”
My cheeks heat because I know he’s referring to the mark in the wool
made from my arousal. He leans down and gives me a hard kiss.
“Come back here tonight.” It’s a demand and not a question.
“Come back here tonight.” It’s a demand and not a question.
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