In His Keeping: Taken
by
Mia Frances
Blurb:
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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Excerpt:
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
by
Mia Frances
Coming November 1, 2015
Available for pre order at:
Barnes & Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/in-his-keeping-mia-frances/1122559856?ean=2940152105148
Blurb:
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?
Author Bio:
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.
Goodreads:https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/1433375.Mary_Vigliante_Szydlowski
Twitter: @maszyd
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