Résultats par auteur "CD Reiss"

Jonathan Drazen is a known womanizer and a gorgeous piece of man I'm not letting into my heart. Ever. Yeah, he's rich, beautiful, charming as hell, and he has a wit as sharp as a double-edged razor... but he's made it perfectly clear that this is a short-term f--k. Three nights, tops, then we part like sexually satisfied grown-ups. I believe him when he says he can't love me. I'm not trying to fall in love, either. We get in. Get it on. Get the hell out. Done. Right? Right.

You know what they say about family. Blood is thicker than water. The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. A house divided cannot stand. Margie is the keeper of her family’s secrets. Six sisters and one brother. Billions in assets. Generations of malfeasance. And one heartbreaking secret three people keep.

The only thing that ever stood between me and madness was Greyson. And now, she's in trouble. She's falling into the hole that almost ended me. The only thing standing between her and the fate I escaped is me. But I have no expertise in this; no knowledge but what she taught me. I'm flying blind here, and every moment that passes brings me closer to losing her. She says I'm crossing the line, but she can draw a million lines around her, and I'll cross every single one to get to her, even if it destroys me.

You think you'd go far for love? Think again. She really knows how to push a man. She finds the cracks and she goes right for them. She'll travel across the world just to break me apart, piece by piece, until every last secret is exposed and every weakness revealed. I swear to God, I love her so much I'll let her do it. I'll let her do anything. But when she hurts herself to protect me? That's a line in the sand.

"Caden, look at me." I caught his gaze and held it. He was confident. Arrogant. Sure he had a place in the world. And under that was the man who needed me to be that place. "If I could..." He smiled and shook his head at a silly thought he wanted to dismiss but couldn't - a contradiction in keeping with the whole man I married. "If I could write my love in the sky, it wouldn't be big enough. I'd run out of room. I'd fall out of the air trying to say it all." He was saying it all. Every day. And he was falling out of the sky to do it.

This is not a romance. This is not a pat little ending about Jonathan and I riding off into the sunset. I knew I was never destined for that, but no one warned me about the pain. No one told me about the hurt. No one told me what I'd risk for him.

I'm willing to give him my body and my time, but I find myself giving up pieces of my heart. My career is on track, and even though I can't write a thing, I can sing. So I'll go to the art opening with him, because his ex-wife will be there. I feel this need to protect him from hurt, though in bed, his domination brings me to my knees. This man is going to break me into a million little pieces.

This is the stunning conclusion to the Songs of Submission Series.

I don't know what's happening. I find myself doing things I can't imagine doing. Feeling things that don't make sense. Allowing him to control me in a way I find frightening and arousing at the same time.

Jonathan is miles away, even when he's in the same room. Still making demands. Still breaking my will with his voice. But now he's not after sex. He's not trying to make my body and mind submit. He's after my heart, and I'm not willing to give it to him.

Jonathan Drazen. Gorgeous. Charming. Smart. Rich. All the ingredients for a few nights of mind-blowing pleasure are right there. He's made it perfectly clear he can't love me, and I'm not out to fall in love either. But I can't stay away from him. He's got this bossy way about him in bed. The word "Sir," falls from my lips, and when he tells me to get on my knees...well, my knees have a mind of their own.

The minute I told you to spread your legs and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned you. You never had to say a word.

I looked down at him, with his tourmaline eyes and copper hair, and believed him despite my better judgment. I forgave him despite my misgivings. I loved him just because I did. My heart wasn't sensible or guarded enough. Not by a sight. I was a walking raw nerve ending of emotion, as if the years I'd spent away from men and sex had made me more emotional, more vulnerable, more foolish.

In the era of pay phones, groupies, and party pills, there were three of us. Strat. A rock god who walked on air. Indy. A handsome musician smart enough to live through stardom. Me, a girl with everything to lose and nothing she wanted to keep. I loved them both. They say three's a crowd, but maybe I liked crowds, until the one thing I wanted to keep was stolen out of my arms. I left that world, straightened up, went to law school. I was fine until Indy walked back into my life to remind me of what I'd lost. 

Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and me riding off into the sunset? Did you want flowers and stars? Man, I wish it was all soft filters and violins. I wish we could fight about who cleaned the bathroom or who was cooking dinner. But I knew I was never destined for simple contentment. I almost committed murder for him. I almost tore us apart to save him. How do you get back on the horse after that? Because, I promise you, nothing is the same. Nothing.

Everything about Fiona is forbidden. She's a party girl with dark desires. She's beautiful, irresponsible, and irresistible. She's my patient. I'm her therapist. I'm past wanting her. Past possessing her. Past bedding her or protecting her. I'm willing to be self-destructive, negligent, brave, audacious, and stronger than I ever believed possible. She's blunt force trauma to the heart. And she calls another man Master.

I want to just clarify a couple of things. Submission is not abdication. Submission is not resignation. It's not weak or fragile. It doesn't mean I break at the first sign of trouble. Well, I broke for a few weeks. When I realized I was falling in love with Jonathan and that I'd never be the same if I allowed it to continue, I broke into a million sharp little pieces. I think I damaged him in the process. But what could I do? Stay with him and untangle the mess of his life? Commit to his rules, his secrets, his troubles? No. Just, no. If we're doing this, we're doing it.