The story of millionaire Jonathan Drazen and sultry singer Monica Faulkner.
BUNDLE ONE: Beg, Tease, Submit
Rich. Hey, I’m not gonna complain.
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.
I got this. I can be his slave for a few nights and walk away unscathed.
We get in. Get it on. Get the hell out. Done.
He knows the line between love and lust. It’s right between my legs.
Now, let’s see if that line blurs for me.
BUNDLE TWO: Control, Burn, Resist
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. If I’m committing, it’s to a man, not a lie. I’ll strip away everything between us, even if it ends us.
BUNDLE THREE: Sing, Coda, Dominance
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’ll do anything to make it right. Anything. You think I won’t kill for him?
I have to earn my happily ever after, and we have to survive it.
Wonderfully narrated by Jo Raylan & Christian Fox.
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Jonathan Drazen is a known womanizer; and a gorgeous piece of man I’m not letting into my heart.
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 thing. 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.
You’re mine. 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.
How can I tell him what he’s saying makes me want to run away, when at the same time, all I want to do is fold myself into him?
What you’re breaking isn’t some little, meaningless coupling. We aren’t some casual screw, and we never were. Not from the first night. Not from the first time I laid eyes on you. You were built for me. I denied it as long as I could, but we were meant to be together. You are the sea under my sky. We’re bound at the horizon.
Here’s how it’s going to be, goddess.
Until you surrender yourself to me fully, I will not touch you.
Until the world can know you belong to me, I will not kiss you.
I’m going to be inches away, at your side. I’m going to whisper in your ear and put my breath on your neck, but the heat of my skin will not feel the shudder of yours until you commit yourself to me completely.
The story of Jonathan Drazen and Monica Faulkner continues.
And Monica has to step up to the plate…..
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.
I ran my fingers through his hair, feeling like the victim of a crime of consent.
You MUST be at least to the end of Submit in order to start this. This handful of shorts is meant to be a reader that accompanies the Submission Series.
Dominance is four short stories, as follows….
JESSICA (to read after Submit)
So, what exactly happened on the night of the Eclipse show?
Why did Jonathan change his tune so radically after it.
Find out here, in fine detail.
SHARON (to read after Submit)
We all know Jonathan had a sub up in San Francisco. What was their relationship like, and how did it end?
On the day of his engagement party, a young Jonathan in put under hypnosis and remembers things best forgotten.
A special add on to READ AFTER SING!
Did you want a pat little ending about Jonathan and I 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.
I’ve earned our happily ever after. Now I have to survive it.
He was the dream I never knew I had until he claimed me. The kinky billionaire who wanted to give pain as much as I wanted to receive it. He’d marked me as his own and I accepted him. I trust him completely. I swear I do.
But, now things are getting complicated. I have a career, and he has his claim. How far is he going to go to mark me? And am I going to run or stay?
WARNING: This novella has some of Jonathan and Monica’s roughest encounters. That’s how they like it!
*This takes place after he reclaims her in the studio, and before the second wedding. If you already love them, they’re hotter than ever!