Taking Control (Kerr Chronicles) Book Two
Blurb
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.
Taking
Control is a continuation of the story begun in Losing Control (not a
retelling) but can be read alone. It is 92,000 words narrated by Ian Kerr.
Excerpt:
Meet Ian Kerr
“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.
Losing Control (Kerr Chronicles) Book One
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Blurb
I’d do anything to keep my mother alive.
Anything, including ask Ian Kerr for help. I don’t know much about him, except
that he has more money than some small countries. And he’s willing to spend it
on me. Just one catch: there’s a string attached attached, and not just the one
I feel pulling me into his arms and his bed. There’s also the plan for revenge
he wants my help with.
Every time he says my name, it makes my body shiver and my heart stutter. I
know he’s going to wreck me, know there won’t be anything left of me but lust
and sensation by the time he’s done with me, but even though I can see the
heartbreak coming towards me like a train, ready to crash into me, I can’t get
out of the way. I want what he makes me feel. Want what he’s offering.
This may have started out as something to save my mother, but now…now it’s
about what he makes me feel. I’m in danger of losing everything that’s
important. Worse? Ian's whispered words and hot caresses are making me believe
that's okay.
Teasers
Excerpt: Losing Control
“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.”
Author
Information
Jen
Frederick
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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