A slip of a woman holds me in her hands. Every dream I had of revenge, the very juice that powered my engine from age fifteen to now, is swirling down the drain at our feet. I can deny her nothing. The only thing I fear is her flight. That she will wake up from her emotional fog and realize that I am a manipulative son of a bitch who is more trouble than he’s worth.
That I’ve bought my way into her heart and life.
That I’ll lie, steal, cheat, and kill anything that would take her from me.
If the very heart of you is threatened the only rational response is to strike back harder until your enemies quake at the very whisper of your name.
MICHELLE’S REVIEW
I am so excited that Ian’s book released early. So excited- that I am busting out my favorite GIF!!
It’s no secret that I love JenFred. Love her. Yes- maybe I’m biased because I beta read for her but actually, that just makes me appreciate her writing more. If you read Losing Control you might know that the story of Ian and Tiny was written chapter by chapter and sent to a few very lucky people, piece by piece. I was one of the lucky ones and as a result, Ian has solidified his place as a Top 5 Book Boyfriend. The truth is, even if I had just picked this up out of the blue, Ian would be a top book boyfriend. That’s just who he is. He is the perfect blend of Alpha male and big sweetheart. But only for Tiny. And isn’t that what we all want? We want a man that loves us and only us so fiercely that other people can actually feel it.
Read the story of Ian and Tiny and you will actually feel it.
And Tiny. If I’ve said it once- I’ve said it a million times. Strong heroines take good books and make them great. You wrote a man that made me swoon? Congrats- I’m in my 30s and single. A guy holding open a door makes me swoon. A light breeze makes me swoon. But if you give me a female lead that I love as much as the male lead, you have won me over. And Tiny is that woman. If you have not read Losing Control- I suggest you stop what you’re doing and go out and buy that book first. Actually buy both books at once because you will want to read right through. (Technically Taking Control can stand on its on but why would you rob yourself of the full experience? Don’t be silly.)
In so many ways this could be a typical love story. Ridiculously rich man meets woman with sick mom struggling to make ends meet and he swoops in and saves her. But nothing about this is normal. The relationship between Tiny and her mom will wreck you. But kind of in a good way. Sort of. Like all of the tears. Because they love each other so much and you just love them so much. Just read it.
And then the best part- In some ways, Ian does “save” Tiny but it is really Tiny who saves Ian. She changes everything about his life but all for the better.
These two just make me happy. I think about them and it’s like love defined between the pages of a book.
I cannot brag about this series anymore. I have told you virtually nothing about the actual story so hopefully you are just dying to get out and buy it.
Also- the sex is off the charts hot. So go. Buy.
EXCERPT
I want us to get married. Soon. Do you want a big wedding?”
“Married? I mean, I guess I thought you were serious but I figured…I don’t know.” Her voice trails off.
“That my proposal of marriage was somehow insincere? I’ve never wanted anything more. I just didn’t want to pressure you because of all the emotional upheaval you’re experiencing now.” Rolling over so she can see me and judge the sincerity for herself, I declare, “I want you to be my wife. The mother of any children we have. My partner in life. I want that to happen now so that I can introduce you as Mrs. Ian Kerr.”
Her eyes close for a moment and beneath the lids, silent tears leak out. Her words, though, are classic. “Maybe you should take my name. You can be Ian Corielli and I’ll introduce you as Mr. Victoria Corielli.”
“As long as it means you’re mine in the eyes of the world, I’ll be Mr. John Smith.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and clings to me. This time the shudders I’m soothing are from maybe, possibly, hopefully joy for our future. “I’m okay with Victoria Kerr,” she chokes out. “You better give me a big rock and lots of flowers since you’re proposing to me while we’re naked.”
“I proposed to you when I first took you to the house on the Long Island Sound.”
“You didn’t propose. You said that you wanted me to be your wife and fill your big house with lots of little people.”
“That’s a proposal.”
“It was a demand.”
“It was a request couched as a demand.”
Her body is shaking with laughter. “You’ve been in charge for too long. That was no request.”
Pushing to my knees, I reach into the nightstand and retrieve the box I bought before Sophie died. Her eyes grow huge and her hands come up to the cover her mouth. I flip the box lid open, pluck the ring out and toss it aside.
Lifting her shaking hand in mine, I slide the ring down her finger.
“When I was fifteen I made a hundred different stupid vows. I’d avenge my mother. I’d rise to the top of Wall Street and smite everyone down. I’d crush Richard Howe beneath the sole of my boot. I’d win at everything. But I never wished for happiness because I didn’t know what it was until you came into my life. How could I want something I didn’t know was missing? Now, everything I’ve achieved pales in comparison to having you love me. When I say that you’re my heart, my everything, those aren’t just words. They are the only truth in my world. I’d give up money, revenge, success, as long as I could lie down next to you at night and wake up with your face beside mine.
There is no greater achievement in my life than having you fall in love with me and I recognize on some mysterious level that is pure luck. I need you to marry me and be my wife. I need you to be the mother of my children. I need you because without you I am nothing. I am a pile of bones and flesh filled with misery. You bring me to life. Love me, marry me, be with me in this life and into all the ones we live from this point ever after.”
“Well, since you put it like that, I guess I must.” She rises and kisses me. Our mouths sealing the promises we’ve made to another one another.
I make love to her again then, slowly. We barely move. I just slide in and we rock together and allow the strength of our emotions to carry us into the heaven.
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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[AT]gmail[DOT]com.
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