Accidental Gold digger.
Circumstance forced Eden Mercer to sell herself to Dominic Armstrong for half a million dollars and in return she is to play the dutiful wife in public and submit to him completely behind closed doors.
The Tyrant.
Dominic is Ruthless, manipulative and sadistic but Eden is determined not to break under his cruelty. But how does one persevere when in the clutches of a Monster?
“It matters,” he called after her and stupidly she turned to find him standing right in front of her.
“What?”
“Your happiness,” he began roughly, “it matters.”
“What?”
“Your happiness,” he began roughly, “it matters.”
Dominic Armstrong is handsome, rich and powerful. One would
think a man like him has it all. In a sense he does but that is what he wants
people to see. Yes, he has a beautiful wife by his side and endless amounts of
money, influence and power but he is cold, manipulative, cruel and sadistic.
The only person he looks out for is himself. He is a man who is incapable of
loving anyone.
Eden Mercer had dreams of getting out of the hell hole she
was raised in. Signing was her greatest escape and when Dominic set his sights
on her, she grabbed at the chance for a better life. Little did she know that
money couldn’t by love or happiness.
Four years later, Eden is stuck in a horrible, mentally
abusive and loveless marriage. She is not Mrs. Dominic Armstrong, she is merely
one of his possessions. He does what he wants with her behind closed doors then
tosses her aside. Eden is determined to escape the cruelty and when she is
finally free, things don’t go according to plan and she ends up right back
where she started.
Dominic didn’t always have the luxurious life he lives know.
His past is filled with dark secrets and hurt. He will do just about anything
to get what he wants and what he wants is Eden.
I admit, I couldn’t stand Dominic at the beginning of the
story but then his character was able to worm his way into my heart. I am not
one to make excuses but he is the way his is because of his past. He HONESTLY
didn’t know any better. I melted the first time we got a little glimpse of him
showing a caring and sincere side to him.
When Eden finally had the courage to make a better life for
herself, I was so proud. She also struggles with her feelings, four years is a
lot to invest in a relationship no matter what the circumstances maybe.
I loved that one character changed not only because the loss
that was at stake but because they wanted to. I loved how the other character
was able to communicate and go after their dream.
This book had so many emotions from fear to disgust, from
being weak to finding strength from loving nothing to loving everything and
learning to accept the past, embrace the present and look forward to the future.
Francette did an excellent job with these characters and I
can’t wait to see what she brings us next.
A fantastic job!
****Warning the following excerpt is for 18+ only****
“Soon, sweetie, I promise,” he soothed. She moaned softly as he licked her ear, dropped soft warm kisses across her shoulder blades, he moved down her back, a wet tongue and hot mouth traced and kissed each vertebrae, making a slow and steady progress down her spine. It was a torturous progression that boiled the blood in Eden’s veins as she waited in bated anticipation. Breath stilled in her lungs, eyes widening when he drew apart her butt cheeks and ran his tongue down the wet crevice, from clit to the puckered rosebud of her hole and back again. It was undoubtedly one of the most erotic things he’d ever done to her body, and Eden didn’t know how to breathe properly. She gripped the sheets beneath her hands and bit down hard on her bottom lip to keep from screaming.
It was like a shot of adrenaline straight into her vein. It was blood vessels dilating, her heart galloping uncontrollably in her chest, it was gasping for breath when the air she drew in wasn’t enough. He owned her body, ate it like sun ripened peaches and drank the flowing juices of her weeping womanhood with his rapacious tongue. There were fingers there, slipping between the folds to dive deep into her blistering heat, while his thumb worked at her puckered hole, his wicked, wicked mouth showing Eden exactly how very little she knew her of own body. There was nothing but the explicitness of this act, the hyper awareness that made her feel like each inch of her body was struck by lightning, that killed her and gave her life all in one electrifying jolt. He was merciless and perfect, inviting her to shove her hips back and ride his face.
Death was imminent, sweet cataclysmic death seduced her into the gaping, welcoming arms of her orgasm. She plummeted, shattered into delicious little pieces on his tongue and fingers. Recuperating wasn’t in the stars for her as he gripped her hips and plunged into her depths in one long stroke. Pulling her arms and folding them at the small of her back, he held them there with one large hand as he sank in deeper, so deep that it hurt so good. Ass high in the air, face down in the sheets, Eden was at his complete mercy, filled to absolute capacity with his cock, and she whimpered, the vulnerability of her position giving her a sweet high.
“I’m going to beat this pussy, Eden, and you’re going to scream my name.”
And she did, a promise made completely true as he fucked her like a porn star. She screamed like the world was falling, his repeated strike against her G-spot making her see stars. It was too damn much, his jarring thrusts so deep that she could taste him, spurred her fall and she orgasmed on every inch of his cock.
Francette lives in Massachusetts with her amazingly supportive husband of ten years and her darling two year old son. Reading amazing books has led her to writing and she’s dabbled in fan-fiction before self-publishing her own works. She’s constantly thinking up new stories to write and does her best work when music is playing in the background. Romance is where she’s most comfortable but she hopes to one day venture in mystery novels. She has a weakness for coffee ice cream, tropical fruits and a good glass of wine.
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