Author: Jen Frederick
Genre: Conte,porary
Publication Date: September 2, 2014
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Synopsis
I thought I needed only one thing in my life--the money and power to crush one man. But the moment I laid eyes on Victoria Corielli, my thirst for revenge was replaced by my craving for her.
No rule would keep me away; no obstacle too large to overcome. Not her will, not our differing social positions, not my infamous past. When she lost everything, I helped her pick up the pieces. When she trusted me with everything, she sealed her fate.
I've convinced Victoria she can put her heart in my hands. Now I have to protect it--from her shady stepfather and my business rivals, from enemies known and hidden. I'll do anything to keep her. And I might have to prove it, because now Victoria''s risking more than her heart to be with me; she's risking her life.
No rule would keep me away; no obstacle too large to overcome. Not her will, not our differing social positions, not my infamous past. When she lost everything, I helped her pick up the pieces. When she trusted me with everything, she sealed her fate.
I've convinced Victoria she can put her heart in my hands. Now I have to protect it--from her shady stepfather and my business rivals, from enemies known and hidden. I'll do anything to keep her. And I might have to prove it, because now Victoria''s risking more than her heart to be with me; she's risking her life.
My Review
Ian and Tiny are back in Taking Control and holy hell they
are as hot as ever. I love this couple for two big reasons….Number 1 holy shit
are they hot together and number 2 they believe in each other and will go to
the ends of the earth for each other. As much as Ian is a possessive major
alpha he still respects Tiny and her need for independence. And Tiny she know
that Ian is overly protective so she concedes to something’s but never enough
to take away who she really is. This series is a story of lust, love and
heartbreak. Really my emotions have been all over the place with their story. I
love Jen Frederick and her style of writing. Every story she has written has
grabbed me from the top of my head to the bottom of my feet.
Tiny is still grieving the loss of her mother but is making
steps to move on with Ian. She knows that Ian loves her and that she love Ian
more than anything. The real problem is that Ian still has stopped his plans of
letting Tiny help him get revenge on Howe. But Tiny wants to feel needed by Ian
and that she is putting more into the relationship. Tiny is one strong ass
women who does not back down from a fight. Even when the odds are against her
and her back is against the wall she will still use that sassy mouth of hers
and come out onto. But the one thing she will protect more than her life is
Ian.
Ian man oh mighty he is one hot ass alpha male. He has made
billions in his life by starting at the bottom with some not so legal choices
but has made himself the man he is today. He is now on the straight and narrow
but he never realized something was missing until Tiny. He never knew love and
life could be so full, he loves her so deeply and completely. I think every woman
and some men would give their left arm for a man to love them the way he loves
Tiny. He is able to bring her higher than she ever thought and bring her more
peace than she knew possible. Ian though is scared that his dealings may bring Tiny
into more danger. With his family tore apart by one man, Howe he seeks nothing
but revenge. But revenge takes a back burner to Tiny’s safety.
Together they must fight to bring peace and safety to their
lives but sometimes the threat you think you have is not the one you need to
watch. This was a fast paced read with lots of hot steamy sex and even some
mystery and a lot of action. Kudos Miss.Frederick and keep the great stories
coming!!
★★☆4 Lasting Love Stars ☆★★
Reviewed By Angela Deforge
EXCERPT
“What are
we making?”
“Pasta
and shrimp cooked in lemon and white wine sauce. Why don’t you go over and get
some bread? Maybe sourdough rolls, and I’ll meet you at the seafood place.” She
points down a ways.
I kiss
her again and leave to do her bidding. Inside the bakery, I find dozens of
different loaves of bread and rolls. On the advice of a helpful clerk, I buy
something called a Tuscan log sourdough, which is shaped like a log roll with
short, stubby branches. I figure what we don’t eat, we can use to feed the ducks
this weekend in Connecticut. Although I don’t know that we have ducks up there.
I might have to buy some.
When I
catch up with her at the seafood counter, there’s a man—make that an
asshole—chatting her up. He has an arm braced against the glass case, and his
eyes are taking off her clothes piece by piece
“Hey,
Ian,” she says when I approach.
“Hi,
bunny.” I put my hand on her neck and kiss her on the forehead. I need to get a
ring on this woman right away. “Are you having problems deciding which fish to
buy?”
He
smirks. “Just making conversation.”
I run my
tongue over my teeth wondering how mad Tiny would be if I punched this guy out.
Pretty mad, I guess, so I lean down and kiss her again—only this time on the
lips. Hard.
She rolls
her eyes. “I’m waiting for our shrimp.”
The guy
still doesn’t leave. He hovers, like a stupid dumb cow, on my right as if Tiny
is just going to peel away from me and give him her number.
“Check
out is over there,” I gesture toward the registers.
“I’m not
ready,” he says, confused.
“Oh you
are.” I stare at him steadily, and he’s not as dumb as I thought because he
finally walks away.
“A pound
of prawns.” A tatted, bald-headed man offers Tiny a white parchment-wrapped
package. “Where’s the guy who wanted the scallops?” He looks around.
“We’ll
take those too,” Tiny says hastily.
We pay,
and she waits until we’re in the hallway before questioning me.
“You
looked like you were going to punch that guy out.”
“Nah,” I
lie.
“Then why
is the bread loaf crushed in your hand?”
I look down
and the Tuscan log is indeed bent in half as if a sharp wind has sheared off
part of the limb. “Looked like it was too soft. Just testing out the
wheat-to-oat ratio.”
“Seriously?
That is what you are going with?” She laughs. “You know you sound like a caveman.”
“That’s
advanced evolution. I thought for sure I wasn’t much past the Neanderthal
stage.”
“Ape,”
she teases.
“Knuckle
dragging when it comes to you, bunny.” I wrap an arm around her waist and usher
her into the bakery to buy a loaf of bread.
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EXCERPT
“Let me
be perfectly frank with you, Victoria. There are lots of things that I’d like
you to do for me. Some of them involve you on your knees. Others require you
bent over a table. All of them require me to be between your legs. But I don’t
pay for that.”
“No, I
wouldn’t think you would,” I say faintly. No one has ever spoken to me in such
a graphic and frank manner and I don’t know how to respond—at least not
verbally. My body is reacting by getting hot and tight.
He nods
then in confirmation that I’ve heard him. “I don’t dip my pen in the company
ink. Nothing good comes of that. So let me ask you again. Are you certain you
wouldn’t rather let me take you out to dinner and then home, where I would make
you come so hard that you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name let alone
that you have money troubles?”
I’m
finding it difficult to breathe normally and it’s hard to remember exactly why
I’m resisting him so hard. His hand has moved from my waist to my hip and his
fingers are curling around my ass and pulling me close as possible despite the
bike frame between us. I can even feel his erection against my hip. “The money
troubles will still be there, regardless of my memory,” I manage to choke out.
His eyes
narrow because he doesn’t like my rejections. “You should know that when small
prey runs away, it only whets the appetite of a predator. Someday, Victoria
Corielli, I’m going to get you to say yes.”
He pushes
the bike frame upright and my body reluctantly follows.
“I’ll be
in touch,” he says and then turns and walks away. I stare after him like a
dumbass for at least five minutes.”
About the 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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