Control
Shamed # 1
By: Laura Marie Altom
Releasing September 16th, 2014
Loveswept
Laura
Marie Altom’s heart-stirring new romance will have you believing in the power
of love—and passion—to heal even the most wounded souls.
Never again. Fleeing her hometown to escape an abusive marriage, Ella
Patton swears she has surrendered to a man for the last time. But while living
under a new name, she meets a kind, handsome stranger who seems different—and
will be moving on soon, making Ella reckless enough to break her rules. With a
kiss, the stranger opens the door to desires Ella believed she would never
know. Then he makes an unexpected proposal.
A dot-com billionaire from humble beginnings, Liam Stone is a man whose
past has made him compassionate yet guarded—much like the beautiful, secretive
woman he stumbles upon in a remote Southern town. Though he intends only a
dalliance, when the time comes to return home to San Francisco, Liam cannot
bear the thought of leaving her behind. But when he tries to entice her to join
him, he finds the tables turning dizzingly fast. Suddenly a little seduction
becomes a huge battle for one thing: control.
I woke to the sound of
sleet clawing the windows and my legs entangled with the girl’s—Ella. She
used my chest for a pillow and her crazy dark hair had made a nest beneath my
nose. Only I didn’t care. Because she smelled good. Clean and soapy. Innocent.
I liked that about her—her
innocence. The fact that she probably didn’t even know that when she’d turned
me down it had come as one of the biggest surprises I’d had in a while. And as
such, one of the biggest turn-ons. I wouldn’t call myself a man-slut, but I
never lack for female company. Funny thing was, that hadn’t always been the
case.
She stirred against me,
snuggling deeper into me. I helped her by holding her close.
Something about her made me
want to protect her. At the same time, her breathy mew had me instantly hard.
She was the living embodiment of a sex kitten. Petite and fragile and equally,
hot as hell.
Would I get farther with
her sober than I had drunk?
My protective streak kicked
in, wanting to bust my own ass for even thinking the question.
This girl was special. Only
judging by her bizarre reaction in the bar’s parking lot, she was also damaged
goods. What kind of monster hurt a girl like her? She had creamy, smooth skin
with a few freckles, and her dark blue eyes reminded me of blueberries. Her
lashes were ridiculously long, giving her a sooty, perpetually pouty stare that
when combined with her full lips made her lethal to my self-control. That was a
problem, because with women, as with everything else in my carefully structured
world, control was key.
As a kid and young teen,
I’d been pushed around too many times, and since turning an age that I was able
to do something about it, I hadn’t learned to merely push back, but shove. I no
longer took shit from anyone.
She stirred again, this
time raising her thigh up the length of me, much like she had at the bar. It
had the same effect on me now as it had then. I felt near exploding, and it was
all her fault. My sleepy little sex kitten, all curled up against me and
purring, oblivious to the havoc she wrought beneath my fly.
Laura Marie Altom
is the author of more than forty books in three different genres. Now that her
kids are in college, Laura spends her days writing and chasing after a
menagerie of pets: a mini long-haired dachshund named Cocoa, a Yorkie named
Daisy, a mutt named Sweet Pea, and Domino—a black-and-white stealth cat she
rarely sees. She’s happily married to her college sweetheart (go Hogs!), and
when night falls, Laura steals a few romantic moments for herself with her own
hunky cover stud.
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