Release Me (Stark Trilogy Series #1)

Release Me (Stark Trilogy Series #1)

by J. Kenner


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An emotionally charged romance between a powerful man who’s never heard “no” and a fiery woman who says “yes” on her own terms
He was the one man I couldn’t avoid. And the one man I couldn’t resist.
Damien Stark could have his way with any woman. He was sexy, confident, and commanding: Anything he wanted, he got. And what he wanted was me.
Our attraction was unmistakable, almost beyond control, but as much as I ached to be his, I feared the pressures of his demands. Submitting to Damien meant I had to bare the darkest truth about my past—and risk breaking us apart.
But Damien was haunted, too. And as our passion came to obsess us both, his secrets threatened to destroy him—and us—forever.

Release Me is intended for mature audiences.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345544117
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 01/01/2013
Series: J. Kenner's Stark Series
Pages: 352
Sales rank: 80,624
Product dimensions: 5.36(w) x 7.84(h) x 0.80(d)

About the Author

J. Kenner spent more than ten years as a litigator in Southern California and Central Texas, using her rare free time to indulge her passion for writing. California born, she now lives—and writes—in Texas, with her husband and daughters.

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A cool ocean breeze caresses my bare shoulders, and I shiver, wishing I’d taken my roommate’s advice and brought a shawl with me tonight. I arrived in Los Angeles only four days ago, and I haven’t yet adjusted to the concept of summer temperatures changing with the setting of the sun. In Dallas, June is hot, July is hotter, and August is hell.

Not so in California, at least not by the beach. LA Lesson Number One: Always carry a sweater if you’ll be out after dark.

Of course, I could leave the balcony and go back inside to the party. Mingle with the millionaires. Chat up the celebrities. Gaze dutifully at the paintings. It is a gala art opening, after all, and my boss brought me here to meet and greet and charm and chat. Not to lust over the panorama that is coming alive in front of me. Bloodred clouds bursting against the pale orange sky. Blue-­ gray waves shimmering with dappled gold.

I press my hands against the balcony rail and lean forward, drawn to the intense, unreachable beauty of the setting sun. I regret that I didn’t bring the battered Nikon I’ve had since high school. Not that it would have fit in my itty-­bitty beaded purse. And a bulky camera bag paired with a little black dress is a big, fat fashion no-­no.

But this is my very first Pacific Ocean sunset, and I’m determined to document the moment. I pull out my iPhone and snap a picture.

“Almost makes the paintings inside seem redundant, doesn’t it?” I recognize the throaty, feminine voice and turn to face Evelyn Dodge, retired actress turned agent turned patron of the arts—­and my hostess for the evening.

“I’m so sorry. I know I must look like a giddy tourist, but we don’t have sunsets like that in Dallas.”

“Don’t apologize,” she says. “I pay for that view every month when I write the mortgage check. It damn well better be spectacular.”

I laugh, immediately more at ease.

“Hiding out?”

“Excuse me?”

“You’re Carl’s new assistant, right?” she asks, referring to my boss of three days.

“Nikki Fairchild.”

“I remember now. Nikki from Texas.” She looks me up and down, and I wonder if she’s disappointed that I don’t have big hair and cowboy boots. “So who does he want you to charm?”

“Charm?” I repeat, as if I don’t know exactly what she means.

She cocks a single brow. “Honey, the man would rather walk on burning coals than come to an art show. He’s fishing for investors and you’re the bait.” She makes a rough noise in the back of her throat. “Don’t worry. I won’t press you to tell me who. And I don’t blame you for hiding out. Carl’s brilliant, but he’s a bit of a prick.”

“It’s the brilliant part I signed on for,” I say, and she barks out a laugh.

The truth is that she’s right about me being the bait. “Wear a cocktail dress,” Carl had said. “Something flirty.”

Seriously? I mean, Seriously?

I should have told him to wear his own damn cocktail dress. But I didn’t. Because I want this job. I fought to get this job. Carl’s company, C-­Squared Technologies, successfully launched three web-­based products in the last eighteen months. That track record had caught the industry’s eye, and Carl had been hailed as a man to watch.

More important from my perspective, that meant he was a man to learn from, and I’d prepared for the job interview with an intensity bordering on obsession. Landing the position had been a huge coup for me. So what if he wanted me to wear something flirty? It was a small price to pay.


“I need to get back to being the bait,” I say.

“Oh, hell. Now I’ve gone and made you feel either guilty or self-­conscious. Don’t be. Let them get liquored up in there first. You catch more flies with alcohol anyway. Trust me. I know.”

She’s holding a pack of cigarettes, and now she taps one out, then extends the pack to me. I shake my head. I love the smell of tobacco—­it reminds me of my grandfather—­but actually inhaling the smoke does nothing for me.

“I’m too old and set in my ways to quit,” she says. “But God forbid I smoke in my own damn house. I swear, the mob would burn me in effigy. You’re not going to start lecturing me on the dangers of secondhand smoke, are you?”

“No,” I promise.

“Then how about a light?”

I hold up the itty-­bitty purse. “One lipstick, a credit card, my driver’s license, and my phone.”

“No condom?”

“I didn’t think it was that kind of party,” I say dryly.

“I knew I liked you.” She glances around the balcony. “What the hell kind of party am I throwing if I don’t even have one goddamn candle on one goddamn table? Well, fuck it.” She puts the unlit cigarette to her mouth and inhales, her eyes closed and her expression rapturous. I can’t help but like her. She wears hardly any makeup, in stark contrast to all the other women here tonight, myself included, and her dress is more of a caftan, the batik pattern as interesting as the woman herself.

She’s what my mother would call a brassy broad—­loud, large, opinionated, and self-­confident. My mother would hate her. I think she’s awesome.

She drops the unlit cigarette onto the tile and grinds it with the toe of her shoe. Then she signals to one of the catering staff, a girl dressed all in black and carrying a tray of champagne glasses.

The girl fumbles for a minute with the sliding door that opens onto the balcony, and I imagine those flutes tumbling off, breaking against the hard tile, the scattered shards glittering like a wash of diamonds.

I picture myself bending to snatch up a broken stem. I see the raw edge cutting into the soft flesh at the base of my thumb as I squeeze. I watch myself clutching it tighter, drawing strength from the pain, the way some people might try to extract luck from a rabbit’s foot.

The fantasy blurs with memory, jarring me with its potency. It’s fast and powerful, and a little disturbing because I haven’t needed the pain in a long time, and I don’t understand why I’m thinking about it now, when I feel steady and in control.

I am fine, I think. I am fine, I am fine, I am fine.

“Take one, honey,” Evelyn says easily, holding a flute out to me.

I hesitate, searching her face for signs that my mask has slipped and she’s caught a glimpse of my rawness. But her face is clear and genial.

“No, don’t you argue,” she adds, misinterpreting my hesitation. “I bought a dozen cases and I hate to see good alcohol go to waste. Hell no,” she adds when the girl tries to hand her a flute. “I hate the stuff. Get me a vodka. Straight up. Chilled. Four olives. Hurry up, now. Do you want me to dry up like a leaf and float away?”

The girl shakes her head, looking a bit like a twitchy, frightened rabbit. Possibly one that had sacrificed his foot for someone else’s good luck.

Evelyn’s attention returns to me. “So how do you like LA? What have you seen? Where have you been? Have you bought a map of the stars yet? Dear God, tell me you’re not getting sucked into all that tourist bullshit.”

“Mostly I’ve seen miles of freeway and the inside of my apartment.”

“Well, that’s just sad. Makes me even more glad that Carl dragged your skinny ass all the way out here tonight.”

I’ve put on fifteen welcome pounds since the years when my mother monitored every tiny thing that went in my mouth, and while I’m perfectly happy with my size-­eight ass, I wouldn’t describe it as skinny. I know Evelyn means it as a compliment, though, and so I smile. “I’m glad he brought me, too. The paintings really are amazing.”

“Now don’t do that—­don’t you go sliding into the polite-conversation routine. No, no,” she says before I can protest. “I’m sure you mean it. Hell, the paintings are wonderful. But you’re getting the flat-­eyed look of a girl on her best behavior, and we can’t have that. Not when I was getting to know the real you.”

“Sorry,” I say. “I swear I’m not fading away on you.”

Because I genuinely like her, I don’t tell her that she’s wrong—­she hasn’t met the real Nikki Fairchild. She’s met Social Nikki who, much like Malibu Barbie, comes with a complete set of accessories. In my case, it’s not a bikini and a convertible. ­Instead, I have the Elizabeth Fairchild Guide for Social Gatherings.

My mother’s big on rules. She claims it’s her Southern upbringing. In my weaker moments, I agree. Mostly, I just think she’s a controlling bitch. Since the first time she took me for tea at the Mansion at Turtle Creek in Dallas at age three, I have had the rules drilled into my head. How to walk, how to talk, how to dress. What to eat, how much to drink, what kinds of jokes to tell.

I have it all down, every trick, every nuance, and I wear my practiced pageant smile like armor against the world. The result being that I don’t think I could truly be myself at a party even if my life depended on it.

This, however, is not something Evelyn needs to know.

“Where exactly are you living?” she asks.

“Studio City. I’m sharing a condo with my best friend from high school.”

“Straight down the 101 for work and then back home again. No wonder you’ve only seen concrete. Didn’t anyone tell you that you should have taken an apartment on the Westside?”

“Too pricey to go it alone,” I admit, and I can tell that my admission surprises her. When I make the effort—­like when I’m Social Nikki—­I can’t help but look like I come from money. Probably because I do. Come from it, that is. But that doesn’t mean I brought it with me.

“How old are you?”


Evelyn nods sagely, as if my age reveals some secret about me. “You’ll be wanting a place of your own soon enough. You call me when you do and we’ll find you someplace with a view. Not as good as this one, of course, but we can manage something better than a freeway on-­ramp.”

“It’s not that bad, I promise.”

“Of course it’s not,” she says in a tone that says the exact opposite. “As for views,” she continues, gesturing toward the now-­dark ocean and the sky that’s starting to bloom with stars, “you’re welcome to come back anytime and share mine.”

“I might take you up on that,” I admit. “I’d love to bring a decent camera back here and take a shot or two.”

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Release Me: A Novel 4.2 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 656 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't understand why writers feel the need to write books so similar to Fifty Shades & Bared to You ( great books by the way!) . I have already read Fifty Shades & Bared to You, and am honestly tired of the "rich, powerful man with a troubled past and a submissive woman who also happens to have her own share of insecurities" like seriously come up with an original creative plot!!
DComfort More than 1 year ago
ABOUT THE BOOK: For fans of Fifty Shades of Grey and Bared to You comes an erotic, emotionally charged romance between a powerful man who’s never heard “no” and a fiery woman who says “yes” on her own terms. He was the one man I couldn’t avoid. And the one man I couldn’t resist. Damien Stark could have his way with any woman. He was sexy, confident, and commanding: Anything he wanted, he got. And what he wanted was me. Our attraction was unmistakable, almost beyond control, but as much as I ached to be his, I feared the pressures of his demands. Submitting to Damien meant I had to bare the darkest truth about my past—and risk breaking us apart. But Damien was haunted, too. And as our passion came to obsess us both, his secrets threatened to destroy him—and us—forever. Release Me is an erotic romance intended for mature audiences. REVIEW: This was my first book by J. Kenner and it definitely won’t be my last. I am bound by my honesty to people following my reviews, so I’m going to give it to you straight. I was a bit leery heading into this seeing as it has had so much comparison to 50 Shades. It’s not like I didn’t like 50 Shades, cause I did – to a point, but more so because there seem to be a LOT of books coming out right now all claiming the same thing. This book is very similar to all those books; however, it is written very nicely and much, much better than the original. That being said I took off a star as there seemed to be a few things missing from the character development in the story, but I’m hoping all of it will come back in book 2, as the ending simply gives that fact away. At least I hope so…too many ties are left undone at the end. The romance and erotic scenes between these two were very hot and I love how Damien has been able to break down the self-conscious tendencies she seems to have from the beginning of the story. I would love to see more depth of the characters instead of so much sex, but still it was all very well written and did keep me on the edge of my seat, much like Hurricane Sandy did. I give it four out of five stars for a job well done and look forward to adding J. Kenner to my stalking pile.
Teelovesgio More than 1 year ago
Release Me is the best book to start the New Year with! Happy 2013 *** This review is for 18+ due to the mature nature of the book *** Where to begin with this review....... Well OH MY GOD and HOLY HADES does not do it justice. I know people are comparing it to Fifty Shades and Bared to You but let me tell you the only things that each of men in the stories have in common are they are broken souls that rely on control in their lives as well as in relationships and in their sexual relationships. Release me is so much more and deals with lots of issues and the main female character Nichole AKA Nikki is a strong female character with lot's of issues that she handles on her own. Yes she leans on Damien Stark the lead male character but she handles things on her own as well. Nikki is from Dallas and she has graduated college and is ready for the real world. She moves to California to be with her best friends Jamie and Oliver. She is so excited to have gotten a job at a top firm and she is excited to have this job because she will be able to start her new life. Her attitude is new move, new life and that is what she has. As part of her new job she has to go to a party where she has to get cozy with an investor and when she sees who the investor is she is stunned. She can not believe that she is seeing the man she has had fantasies about for years Damien Stark. When Nikki is introduced to Damien she is stunned by his reaction and his rudeness but he does agree to see the team earlier than expected. The next day Nikki and team go to meet Stark and pitch their sale to him. He is interested and agrees to look it over and give them an answer on Monday. Then Stark surprises everyone by wanting to talk to Nikki. She agrees and they talk over lunch. That is when things change for Nikki and Damien because Damien wants her and he will stop at nothing to have her. But what happens when you are tormented and tortured can you open up and love? Can you learn to trust other people? Can you give up your controlling ways?  These are the things that Nikki and Damien will have to work through. Damien will have to give up some of his secrets and his controlling ways but can he? Nikki will reveal the truth of her past but can she get through the pain and the hurt? Can Damien and Nikki survive the press and Damien's past? Yes the sex is great and the pain and pleasure they give each other is great but sex and pain and pleasure can't always heal the hurt and it can't erase the past. The past for Damien is coming to the present and he may just lose Nikki forever. This is an EPIC READ and when it comes out on January 01, 2013 I will be buying a copy to re-read and add to my favorite book shelf.
Sirs_kitten More than 1 year ago
I would like to start off this review by saying the publisher, or whoever is marketing this book is doing it a great disservice by comparing it to 50 Shades of Grey. I nearly didn’t read this book because of that glaring quote in the blurb of the book. It is nothing like 50 Shades of Grey. A hot alpha Billionaire does not a Christian Grey make. This book was also very well written and edited. With that being said, Release Me was the shock of my reading life. I thought I would hate it. I did hate it at times. I thought I would want to throw my eReader out the window. Oh, it nearly happened many, many times. However, I was addicted. I couldn’t stop. My pulse was pounding, my heart was open, and I couldn’t rip my eyes away from this book once I started it. Damian Stark is NOT Christian Grey! He is better mannered, has less control issues, he is better at BDSM, and he is just a more likeable man in general. Damian let her be her own person. He didn’t mold or try to change. He knew Nikki was strong just the way she was, and he complimented her personality. I actually cared about him in this story. He was so well written as this mystery man, that I was like…Hm, I think I want to know more about him. My main complaints were about Nikki. She just made me want to push her around a few times. I wasn’t sold on her ‘inner turmoil’, the cutting? It worked in the Secretary because it wasn’t as punctuated. It just didn’t work for me in this story as the driving reason why she wouldn’t give herself over to Damian. The dude was messed up in his own right, the last thing that guy was gonna do was be judgy. If I was to rate the story, Release Me was very well written, well paced, and I wasn’t bored or skimming sections of the story at all. I wanted to know every thought, every emotion, and every detail of this love story. It was hopelessly flawed in the best of ways. It wasn’t a rip off of someone else’s story, this was its own story, with its own themes and conflicts and I appreciated that. I am so glad that I took a chance on this story despite the pitch that it was another 50 Shades. There was one huge glaring reality about this book—it was well written all around. Likable characters, quick witted dialogue, no repetition, and the sex scenes were well placed and easily written and damned clever and sexy. I highly recommend this story to all my reading followers! I can’t wait for the sequel. (received ARC from netgalley)
booksonmynook More than 1 year ago
Really great book with sexy story line. Kept me entertained all the way.
RobertDowns More than 1 year ago
If you’re reading this review (and let’s face it, I hope you are), you probably have a few details you’re trying to get straight in your mind. Hopefully, my review and I will have answered these matters by the end, if not before. First, I realize I’m rather far removed from the intended audience. That’s okay: I’ve discovered I’m rather good at coloring outside the lines. Second, I rated RELEASE ME five stars. What the heck? Again, I’ll direct you to my previous statement, and I’ll add that this book is really good. Have you ever found yourself reading exactly the right book at exactly the right time you needed to read it? Almost like destiny brought you two together. Cue the sappy romance music now, you might say, and you’re probably right. But that’s what this book felt like for me: a guy and a gal locking eyes from across the room, the physical attraction strong enough that nothing else and no one else seems to matter. In many respects, that’s what this book was for me: chemistry strong enough that it could have melted an iceberg. Is there a lot of sex? Actually, there’s not as much as I expected. But I’m a guy, and I have high expectations in these matters. So what about the book, you knucklehead? Well, I should probably get this out of the way right now. I am a contemporary erotica virgin, and therefore, I have no basis for what I’m about to say other than my love of reading and this includes anything from mysteries to horror to romances and just about anything in between. But I can tell you that the relationship seemed real to me. It didn’t seem forced, and yes, I was totally into it. I was buying it like hundred dollar lap dances, and I did it with a stupid grin on my face. Nikki Fairchild and Damien Stark seemed as real to me as the dampness that hangs in the air after a hard rain in the middle of the desert. Nothing about their relationship or the writing or even the sex seemed off the mark. It was beautiful, sensual, and hot enough to make me feel as though I needed my own personal fan. The pages turned with surprising ease as I became more and more involved in the characters, their relationship, and the little obstacles that managed to cause them to stumble. Nikki and Damien had strength, purpose, and enough dimensions to make my head spin. Sure, they’re both emotionally damaged, scarred, and have plenty of baggage like an airport carousel, but who doesn’t? Nikki had a flippancy that I found rather amusing and certainly enjoyable. Heck, all of it was enjoyable, even the ending that sets itself up nicely for CLAIM ME, the second book in the trilogy, that doesn’t come out until July 2. Yeah, my patience will be strained, but I don’t mind waiting for the things I want. And no, I didn’t feel the ending was forced, or even a real cliffhanger for that matter. Like the rest of the writing, it seemed to fit as well as a catcher’s mitt. I should also mention that RELEASE ME could have been a cheap imitation of FIFTY SHADES OF GREY and probably sold a half million copies without even blinking a false eyelash. But it wasn’t. And that’s what I enjoyed as much as the writing itself. Ms. Kenner took a chance with this novel by delving into a genre already filled with imitations and knockoffs, and she said screw it, I’m paving my own path. If I had a fedora handy, I’d certainly tip it in her direction. Robert Downs Author of Falling Immortality: Casey Holden, Private Investigator
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The next book will be out in July 2013 and the third December 2013. I hate waiting also! My only complaint is it is kinda short. Only 283 pages, good book though.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Excellent book! In my opinion this book is better than Bared to You.  I am a fan of the 50 series but this comes close.  Highly recommend this quick read and there is not a dull page!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I don't rate that many books, but you have to read this one. I hope there is going to be a second book. I am not lying I have 306 books on my new HD nook (not read yet) and something told me to read this one before I started a different one. I was NOT disappointed and neither will you. It is not a typical book, it has your everyday problems like most people do. Plus the twists and turns! Ahhhh I loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Everyone is always comparing their erotic books to 50 Shades and it drives me nuts. But this time, they're actually right. For the first time in awhile, a book finally captured the hot factor of 50 Shades, but also the love and vulnerability in the story, without feeling forced and copied. A lot of authors try to emulate the same James love formula, but they all fall flat. Bared To You was a prime example of this. While it was good, especially the caliber of writing, it felt like it was trying to wear a 50 halloween costume and ended looking like a classy drag queen. While it was entertaining and Day's writing was top notch, it lacked something. This book is comparable to 50, yet unique. I can't wait for the sequel. My only con: the ending was weird for me. Nikki went a little too far. And that's all I'll say so there are no spoliers.
DMarie1971 More than 1 year ago
Absolutely love this book.  Very much in line with the Fifty Shades trilogy and the Crossfire series..
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cant wait for the next 2 books!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I really liked this book. Yes, it's sort of FSofG (in the characters somewhat) but I found it much hotter and steamer than 50 in alot of ways and definintely worth the read. I will be recommending this to all my FSofG fans.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
this book is better than fifty shades
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed reading this book because Nikki isn't perfect and Damien still wants her...loves her. It's my guilty pleasure to read about rich men who take care of those they love. I can't wait for the next book.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
LOVED IT...can't wait for the next book!!! My Husband Thanks J. Kenner for this Book and so do I! LOL!!! Loved Damien & Nikki almost as much as I Love Gideon & Eva! Keep em coming J. Hope it isnt to long til the next Book, cant wait to find out about the Skeletons in Mr. Starks Closet and to them say thise 3 little words to each other!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I loved this book and couldn't put it down! I finished it in one day and I wish it were longer. I really can't wait for the second book! If you're a 50 Shades lover I'm sure you'll enjoy this book, too.
Lovetoread5JJ More than 1 year ago
I read this book in two days.  LOVED IT!!!!!!!!!!  Can't wait until the next one comes out.  So worth the 7.99.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I highly reccommend this book! Yes it is similar to FSoG and the Crossfire series, i loved both of them. But this was such a great story and I can't wait to find out what happens next. You won't be disappointed if you read this. I hate having to wait and see what happens next!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fifty shades ripoff. Awful writing with unbelievable dialogue. Way too melodramatic and obviously trying to stretch the book out in a series. Terrible
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Just finished reading..I wanted to like the book because of all the great reviews, but it was just not good. I found myself glad for the read to be finished. Not even close to being as good as 50 shades or crossfire..not even close! The sex scenes were all the same, and it lacked that build up and passion- it just fell flat. Not worth the money I paid or the time I wasted.
Dia_Pelaez More than 1 year ago
I honestly don’t know where to start in reviewing this book because I was mind-blown.  I’m still grappling for words but let me start with this: Move over Christian Grey, Damien Stark has come to play! Story-wise, this book utilizes the exact same formula as E. L. James’ Fifty Shades, but only it’s well-written, well-paced and the characters are more relatable. This book is exactly what fans of Fifty Shades should seek out if ever they need a fix for their erotica addiction. Character-wise, Damien Stark is no Christian Grey, but of course, there are similarities: they’re both filthy rich, both dominant, both possessive and both go after what they want with wild abandon. As for Nikki Fairchild, well, she is a far cry from Anastasia Steele. I personally like Nikki better than Anastasia because she’s a perfect mix of courage and vulnerability, whereas Anastasia is just, I don’t know… confused? What I liked about this book is that the romance between Damien and Nikki is believable. We see the undeniable attraction between them but they don’t do the deed immediately like rabbits gone sexually rabid. There is a rising action leading to the actual thing, and that makes everything believable.  Also, I really appreciate Nikki’s well-fleshed-out inner conflict and reservations about her dealings with Damien. Like I said, she’s a perfect mix of courage and vulnerability. I will not comment on the sex scenes in this book. Yes, they are hot, as most erotic sex scenes are, but like I said, I will not comment on them because I always find myself desensitized to sex scenes after reading an erotica. I usually just skim over them and move on to the next scene.  All in all, I really liked reading this book. I think it’s better than Fifty Shades. Also, at the end part of the book, it gives little tip-offs about what could be potential problems in having a possessive billionaire as a boyfriend, which I think, is a source of conflict for the next installment of the book. I highly recommend this book to fans of erotic romances and even for readers looking for their Fifty Shades fix!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
After reading 50 shades last year, I have had an obsession with reading romantic/love stories. Some I have loved, some not......this one is a love. It is 50 Shades ish in the fact that there is a powerful, weathly younger man wanting a beautfil younger woman. However, he is less demanding and she is less than perfect herself. I will definately be reading the rest in this series. I would recommend giving it a shot.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book was so easy to read. Loved the characters! Sexy and interesting. I would definitely recommend. Looking forward to next one!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Cant wait for the next one!