Synopsis:
Everyone finds themselves at a crossroads in their life.
Caleb Cross is not your typical front man. His
is not the bad boy, partying, love ‘em and leave ‘em persona, although his
public image states otherwise. Being the lead singer of the popular rock band,
Double Cross, there are a lot of things the fans and the public do not know
about Caleb. Sure, he likes to have a little fun now and again, but after a
publicity stunt goes wrong, he is determined to shed the ultra-bad boy image.
Katherine "Kat" Summers is not a
typical woman. Not a girl who gets star struck or easily impressed, Kat is
content with being herself and who she is. When Kat's company is hired by Caleb
Cross to rebrand him, she finds herself re-evaluating everything she knows
about herself and about her life. Trying to maintain who she is against what
she begins to desire, proves to be difficult for her.
For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image was the easy part. What he didn’t count on was being reunited with the one girl that made him question everything about himself. He’s forced to confront himself once more, in order to learn what he truly wants, and who he truly is.
For Caleb, hiring a new publicist to help reshape his image was the easy part. What he didn’t count on was being reunited with the one girl that made him question everything about himself. He’s forced to confront himself once more, in order to learn what he truly wants, and who he truly is.
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Author bio:
I grew up in a small, idyllic affluent town in the Western part of
Connecticut, USA. The town definitely did not match my personality. My high
school years were filled with the proverbial teenage fun, although not too much
by me. I stayed close to home and pursued my B.A. in English Comparative
Literature from a local college and then continued on for my M.A in English
Professional Writing. I have always had a love for reading and literature and
only furthered that during my studies. During my M.A. studies I decided it was
time to challenge myself and work in a field that I have long admired and
dreamt off: being a writer.
Having entered the lifestyle a few years ago, I
write erotica with a preference toward BDSM themes. I enjoy exploring the emotional
connection and emotions behind the D/s relationships and why we like what we
like.
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Excerpt 1:
The bath water had turned
lukewarm and I decided it was time to get out. I dried myself off and dressed
into a pair of bed shorts and tank top. I was just getting into bed when I
heard my cell phone ring; the personal one, not the work one. Only a few people
in my world had access to that number; my father, Margaret and my best friend
Carly.
“Hello,” I said without
even looking at the caller id.
“Well, well, well such an
informal greeting for your new client.” The voice froze me. Caleb. How the
hell does this man keep wiggling his way into my life?
“How did you get this
number? No one has this number.” I said as I started to pace my bedroom, trying
to keep my voice low.
“Your father. I want
access to you, and I will have it. Now, Kat…”
“Katherine. My name is
Katherine.” I interrupted him.
“Katherine,” he purred. I
swore my pussy clenched at the sound. Jesus. Why does he do this to me?
“What do you want, Mr.
Cross? It is nearly midnight and I was about to go to bed.” My fingers were
drumming against my thigh as I waited for his answer, wearing a path in my
carpet.
“Just to hear your voice,
Kat. I mean Katherine.”
“What the fuck kind of
game are you playing Mr. Cross?” My patience was wearing thin. I was exhausted
and not in the mood to deal with his mind games.
“Caleb. You will call me
Caleb, understood?” There was a change in the intensity of his voice.
“Mr…Caleb, what are you
trying to accomplish?” I took a deep breath trying to calm my nerves; my
fingers still drumming away.
“Just to get to know my
new publicist.” His voice deepened now and I wondered what he was thinking
about. I heard some voices in the background and then the covering of the
phone. Fuck this.
“Well, you can call
between the hours of eight a.m. and five p.m. for those conversations. I have
to go.”
“You are my publicist and
I will have access to you whenever I want.” The voices in the background got
louder and I could make out they were female.
“You know what Caleb.
Fuck you. How dare you call me at this hour when you clearly are busy?
Goodnight!” I hung up before I could hear his response. Who the hell did he
think he was?
My
phone rang back immediately. I denied the call and proceeded to turn it off,
along with my work phone. Any emergencies could be handled in the morning. I
wasn’t ready for the shit storm Caleb Cross was going to bring to my life.
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