In His Keeping: Taken
Sylvie Jenkins has fallen on hard times. She's lost her job, her apartment, and is down to her last can of peas. Desperate, she agrees to take a job with reclusive writer Connor Hudson at his isolated mountain retreat in upstate New York. Sylvie assumes he's a poser, a writer wannabe. She has no idea he's actually a bestselling author and billionaire entrepreneur. Their first encounter proves disastrous. He greets her in all his naked glory; and shocked, she faints dead away. Sylvie's convinced her employer is a pervert. But she can't leave…she has no money and no prospects. She needs the job. She'll just have to try to make the best of it.
Mr. Hudson is a dour, dominant, and demanding boss. He issues orders and expects her to obey them, but Sylvie has a rebellious streak and gives him a hard time. She doesn't like playing power games, especially not with him. She bristles at his condescending and demeaning attitude toward women in general and her in particular. As far as she's concerned, Connor Hudson, though male model handsome, is an ass.
Connor can't believe the cheek of this sassy little imp! He's used to women fawning all over him, begging to do his bidding. But his wealth and position don’t impress or intimidate her. He finds her indifference toward him rather intriguing. Refreshing really. He's never known a woman who didn't welcome his advances…until Sylvie. She ignores him, when she isn’t arguing, or cursing at him under her breath. This alpha male dom decides his feisty assistant needs taming. And he’s just the man to do it. He's determined to make her obedient, respectful, and submissive. Sylvie succumbs and against her better judgement finds herself falling in love with Connor. But something's wrong. Connor says he can't love her. Not now! Not ever! Sylvie learns he has a disturbingly dark and frightening side. He’s been keeping secrets from her. People who love him die...violently. Is this dom accursed or a cold-blooded killer?
This erotic romance murder mystery thriller is for adults only. TAKEN is the first book in the IN HIS KEEPING trilogy. It has a cliffhanger ending. The story continues in Book #2 BANISHED and concludes in BOOK #3 CLAIMED.
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Sylvie followed her into the kitchen. It was gigantic. The cabinets were oak, the countertops granite, there was a large breakfast bar and the appliances were polished stainless steel. It was… HOLY SHIT! She nearly fainted when she saw him. Standing next to the refrigerator was a naked man! He was tall, muscular, and had a huge…"look at his face not his cock! No, no, no! Don't look down!" But she couldn't help herself. She had never seen a naked man before, just pictures. So this was what they looked like up close and personal! This was what all the fuss was about! She had no point of comparison, but from what little she knew he was well-endowed. As her fellow waitresses would say when they graded the men that came into the restaurant…he had "a real nice package!" Sylvie's skin was on fire. Her face was turning purple. The color inched its way up from her breasts to her neck, and then to her face. Maybe her first assessment of her new employer had been right after all: he was a pervert! She'd never been so embarrassed in her life. Her ears turned crimson. Large red splotches appeared on her arms and legs like she'd been scalded. She could barely breathe. The air was stifling, like a steam bath or a sauna. Her head felt funny. She was dizzy. The room began to whirl around her. The heat was unbearable, like a blast furnace. Beads of perspiration soaked her breasts and back, droplets of sweat dripped from her forehead. Everything was spinning. A wave of nausea seized her. She was going to be sick! Sylvie grabbed for the breakfast bar hoping to steady herself, but only succeeded in sending the plates, bowls and glasses set out there crashing to the floor. Her knees buckled. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Down she went!
Someone was sponging her head with cold water. Sylvie's eyes fluttered open.
"It's OK. You're all right," Mrs. Cosgrove assured her. "You just fainted."
Sylvie tried to focus. There was broken china, shrimp, crackers, assorted vegetables, and puddles of spilt liquid all around her. What a mess! Sylvie was mortified. She opened her mouth to apologize but the words stuck in her throat. Uh oh! Standing right next to her were a pair of hairy legs. At their apex was a large penis and a pair of dangling balls. She gasped and shut her eyes tight.
"Mr. Hudson, could you please put some clothes on!" Mrs. Cosgrove said in exasperation. "You're scaring the girl!"
Sylvie retreated into the blackness. When she awoke she was laying on a couch. Mrs. Cosgrove was hovering over her. "Feeling better? You frightened us."
"I am so sorry," Sylvie apologized. "I didn't eat anything today. Between the sweltering heat and the train ride up from New…"
Mrs. Cosgrove's look silenced her. Sylvie wasn't fooling the woman. They both knew what made her faint and it wasn't lack of food, the weather, or the long trip. It was the sight of Connor Hudson's manhood!
"Why in God's name didn't you eat?" a male voice demanded to know.
She looked up and saw him standing in the doorway. He was now dressed, wearing a pair of well-worn jeans. Threadbare at the knees, they hung loosely from his hips. She felt weak in the knees. She hadn't gotten a good look at his face before. He was gorgeous! He looked like he had just stepped out of the pages of GQ or an old Abercrombie & Fitch catalogue. She couldn't help noticing that he wasn't wearing any underwear. He turned slightly.
He had a nice ass. It was muscular, round, and tight. His hair was brown and sun streaked as though he spent a lot of time outdoors. It fell in waves and loose curls. Long dark lashes fringed a pair of large chestnut-brown eyes. He looked to be 6 foot 2 or 3 and there didn't appear to be an ounce of fat on him. She always thought of male writers as being spectacled professorial types with no muscle-tone, large paunches, and big asses. Mr. Hudson was anything but. He must have spent his every waking hour in a gym. When did he have time to write? Six pack abs…check. Muscular chest with great pecks…check. Bulging biceps and rock hard forearms…check. He was shaped like a V, broad at the shoulders, channeling down to a narrow waist and hips. His skin was deeply tanned. He either used a tanning bed or had just come back from a vacation. Strikingly handsome, his face was angular with high cheekbones straight sharp nose, and a deeply dimpled chin. The fact that he had a day's growth of stubble on his jaw only made him look even more handsome. He had the sexiest mouth. His lips were plump, full, and fleshy. When they parted they revealed straight, even, brilliantly white teeth. He was all man from the thatch of course curly hair on his sculpted chest to the hairy trail that descended from his belly button to his now hidden groin. Mr. Connor Hudson was hot! Male model, movie star hot! Sylvie trembled. Not from exhaustion. Not from hunger. From him!
IN HIS KEEPING:BANISHED
Coming November 1, 2015
Available for pre order at:
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Exiled to a luxurious penthouse fortress on Park Ave. and trailed by security teams wherever she goes, Sylvie Jenkins feels like a virtual prisoner. She made the mistake of falling in love with her boss, reclusive bestselling author and billionaire entrepreneur, Connor Hudson. He’s a strict, demanding Dom, who imposes rules and metes out punishment. He wants her total submission, but she’s not inclined to give it. They’d been living together in his rustic mansion in the Adirondack Mountains until the day police arrived and informed Connor he was the prime suspect in a series of grisly murders.
People who loved him had a habit of turning up dead!
Without a word of explanation, Connor sends Sylvie away. She feels abandoned and betrayed.
He refuses to take her calls or answer her texts or emails unless it concerns the book they’re working on. Yet he continues to micromanage her life from afar, using surrogates to spy on her and impose his will. Connor tries to stay away from Sylvie, but he can’t. She’s rebellious and reckless when it comes to her safety. He’s determined to rein her in. If she behaves like a foolish willful child, he’ll treat her like one. Their meetings are clandestine and sporadic, filled with painful discipline followed by the most exquisite pleasure.
Sylvie becomes jealous when Connor starts squiring other women to society events. He tells her it’s to throw the "real" killer off the track. But Sylvie has her doubts. She can’t help feeling he’s slipping away from her.
Realizing she knows almost nothing about Connor’s background, she decides to search the apartment for clues to his past. She discovers a locked door hidden away in a closet. Behind it is a room filled with photos of his former lovers and portraits of his murdered fiancée: bound, blindfolded, and gagged, skin bruised and welted, being violated and degraded. Sylvie had always known Connor had a dark, almost sinister side, but she hadn’t thought him dangerous or cruel. Now she wondered…if he was capable of such brutality, what else was he capable of? She kept telling herself Connor wasn’t a murderer. But the question remained, if he wasn’t…who was?
Mia Frances writes across several genres under this pseudonym and others. Her published Science Fiction/Fantasy works include novels: The Ark, The Colony, The Land, Source of Evil, and a novella, The Hand of My Enemy. She's also the author of Worship the Night, a tale of horror and the occult, mainstream novel Silent Song, and four children's books.
Her short stories, articles, children’s stories, essays, and poems have appeared in anthologies, books, magazines, newspapers, and on the web.
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