Author: Trisha Wolfe
Genre: Dark Romance Standalone
Release Date: May 24, 2016
Here at Lark and Gannet, you’ll work directly under the partners, being groomed by the most powerful, all-male partnership to handle an exclusive clientele. While within The Firm, your level of training goes deeper, requiring more…varied tasks, which you’re obligated to perform to your Master’s pleasing.
Are you nervous? You should be. Chase Larkin has chosen you to be his submissive.
Alexis Wilde, will you submit?
All I wanted was to save my brother. Something my parents failed to do—and then, I failed him also. As an introvert, getting ahead in the cutthroat law firm required a level of ego stroking I didn’t possess, and that meant my talents were overlooked. Until Chase Larkin noticed me.
My erotic fantasy come to life, Chase is all powerful, all man, all dominant. In one night, he changed my life irrevocably. Now I’m ruined, destined to crave him forever. His scent. His taste. His brutal touch…
If I never followed him to his office that night, then none of this would’ve happened. A serial rapist on the prowl. Our lives in jeopardy. And only a moment—one pivotal moment—to decide our fate. His life or mine.
*This is a full length, standalone dark romance with an antihero that may trigger uncomfortable feelings for the reader. The court proceedings are centered around a rape case. Although there is no onscreen rape in this book, there are instances of rough sex and violent debasement for the main character.
Being with Chase—even for the short time that I have—has suspended my internal clock. Days feels like years, minutes like days, seconds like hours. I can’t accurately compare it to anything I’ve ever experienced, as I’ve never experienced anything or anyone like him before.
I’ve watched him at a distance for a year, as an observer, fantasizing. Longing. Desiring…but never once confusing my reality with expectation. He was just like a fictional character. I was under no delusion that I’d ever become a part of his reality.
The moment he touched me, I changed. There was no impact on him; I absorbed the shock. I’m also under no delusion that I am anything more to him than what he desires for me to be.
I am his object of derision.
I am his.
And the glimpses he gives me beneath his rigid exterior is enough to sustain me. Like last night. I’m as equally aroused by his brutal touch as I am by his tender caress. I crave his harsh declarations just as I desire to hear his whispered confessions.
If you’re to love someone, love them wholly. You can’t break them down into pieces. Compartmentalizing. Trying to puzzle a person into the perfect, ideal someone. If I belong to Chase, then I belong to the monster as much as I do the man.
I’m just unsure of which one will finally break me.