Thursday, 3 December 2015

DEGREES OF CONTROL

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About the Book
Book coverTitle: Degrees of Control
Author: Eve Dangerfield
Genre: Romance
Charlotte Bell is a typical yoga teacher. She’s friendly, earnest and has some slight masochistic tendencies. After a painful break-up she’s determined to address her long-denied kinks with the kind of man she’s always been too terrified to approch. Her friends have select James Hunter a male model turned corporate suit and after a ‘chance’ encounter at a party, James agrees to school Charlie in the harsher side of sex. He knows she’s too genuine, too kind, too everything for a guy like him but he won’t turn down an opportunity to break in a starry-eyed submissive like her. Yet as Charlie and James embark on a strings-free sexual relationship they discover a connection that runs deeper than either of them could have imagined.

Author Bio

Author picEve Dangerfield has loved romance novels since she first started swiping her grandmother’s paperbacks at the age of fourteen. Now she writes her own unapologetically sexy tales about complex women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Eve currently lives in Melbourne with her lovely sister, extremely chill boyfriend and a rabbit named Billy. When she’s not writing she can usually be found drinking, dancing or making a mess. Often all at once. Degrees of Control is her first novel.

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Book Excerpts
Excerpt One:
Sophia pointed toward the unsuspecting partygoers. “Charlie, you asked me to help you have a one-night stand of the sexually deviant nature.”
Charlie flushed. “I did not ask for that.”
Sophia continued as though she hadn’t spoken. “I can confirm there are thirty-seven single men here tonight, accounting for absences and unexpected girlfriends.”
Hayley sniggered. “Oh good, Charlie’s first thirty-seven man orgy.”
Sophia scowled at her. “To make things easier for you I have narrowed your options down to three ideal candidates based on hotness, height and your particular interests. First up, Blair Hudson, eleven o’clock, talking to Simon.”
Charlie scanned the crowd until she spotted an auburn-haired man with a body that rightfully belonged to Superman towering over everyone around him.
“Holy shit, Charlie, he will destroy you,” Hayley whispered.
“Candidate number two, Conner Moreno,” Sophia continued. “He’s Colombian, a personal trainer and, by all accounts, a demon in the sack.”
She pointed and Charlie took in the man smoking on the back porch. He had a shaved head and a brooding expression.
Hayley moaned. “Ten out of ten, would bang. Would. Bang.”
“No poaching!” Sophia snapped. “You can have Charlie’s cast offs.”
“Why are all these guys so tall?” Charlie asked. “They’ll make me look like a toddler.”
“You specifically requested someone tall! I’m just meeting your demands.”
Charlie groaned. “Sophia, please stop talking like a pimp.”
“No. Tonight that’s what I am, your pimp. Now we have a surprise entry for draft number three because I wasn’t sure he was coming—”
“No. Fucking. Way.” Hayley gripped Charlie’s arm. “Holy shit, Charlie, you have to pick him!”
Sophia glared at Hayley. “Your third choice is James Hunter. Businessman, colossal man-whore and, like myself, an accent to die for.” Sophia stretched out her Texan twang like a piece of warm toffee. “He’s the blond over by the bar.”
Good Lord. Charlie felt like she’d been punched in the stomach, her hand leapt to her curls like they were a protective amulet. The man in question was leaning against a wall, arms crossed in front of his chest. The casual attire, sun-streaked hair and powerful body might have suggested he was a surfer but he lacked a surfer’s relaxed attitude. This man’s body language screamed indifference. The set of his square jaw was authoritative, almost arrogant.
“Abercrombie asked him to model in college,” Hayley whispered. “He got paid to take his shirt off, can you believe it?”
Yes Charlie could. If anyone was born to glare at people from monochrome jean commercials, it was this guy. He was the unapproachable kind of handsome that made her want to cross the street when she saw it.
Sophia nudged. “Okay, so it’s obvious who you prefer. I thought as much. Let’s do this.”
A panicky drumroll kick-started in Charlie’s chest. Sophia couldn’t actually expect her, Charlotte Bell to hit on that Adonis? “No freaking way, Soph. That guy is scary as shit. I’m not going near him.”
Excerpt Two:
Charlie’s face burned. She turned, determined to flee, when a broad fingertip placed itself under her chin. Her eyes flew open, half convinced someone else was touching her. Under the strobe lights James’ face held no trace of all-American appeal. Shadows exaggerated his sharp cheekbones and he wore no trace of a smile, arrogant or otherwise. He looked dangerous and powerful and as immense as a brick wall. He stared down at her, his eyes flashing green and red, black and blue. Hypnotizing her. James bent forward and the brush of his stubble against her cheek sent a thousand invisible hands across her skin. “I know what you want, darlin’. You go on and ask me nicely and you might just get it.”
Lust and confusion spiked through Charlie’s bloodstream like amphetamines. He knows. How does he know? Did Sophia tell him? Did Gloria paint “submissive” on my head in invisible ink?
She understood why she’d been unable to meet his gaze before. Eye contact made her achingly susceptible to the dominance he exuded like oxygen, even now it felt like his gaze was boring into her.
I can’t go through with this. I’m not ready to put a face on my faceless fantasy man.
So why was her breathing so shallow? Why was her heart racing and her blood water-thin? Charlie felt her lips part, her body begging for what her idiotic pride wouldn’t utter. This was what Sophia meant about bravery, exposing herself like this was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Charlie looked straight into James’ eyes. “Touch me. Please.”
In an instant he closed the space between them. A rough hand sliding down her back, the other settling firmly on her waist. Their pelvises locked together and the evidence of James’ arousal pressed hard against her abdomen, making her gasp. His T-shirt was paper-thin and Charlie could feel every inch of him beneath it, warm skin stretched over hard slabs of muscle and bone. After an hour of torment the hard planes of his body felt like heaven.
“Good girl,” James muttered into her ear and bit down softly. The words sent a shiver down her spine. “Now be patient and take what I’m gonna give you.”
He slid a thick denim-clad thigh between her legs, and Charlie moaned aloud.
Excerpt Four:
James observed the girl walking beside him. She was short, like fucking minuscule and her eyes were as blue as the Pacific. He sighed. Charlotte was pretty, but there were millions of pretty girls. He needed to get her underneath him so he could get over this inconvenient infatuation for Sophia’s hippy friend. What he needed was an angle. If Charlotte didn’t agree to a date now, sniffing around again was tantamount to stalking. He needed to act quickly. There was an angle he could play. She’d picked him because she wanted a mean guy to give her what she wanted, chances were she’d want it again. Taking a deep breath, he seized Charlotte’s hand. She stared at his touch but didn’t pull away so James tugged her into the nearby alleyway and pushed her against the wall.
Charlotte blinked up at him. “Is this one of those things where you’re only interested because I’m turning you down? If so—”
James brought his mouth down and kissed her hard. Charlotte responded eagerly, wrapping her legs around his waist. Making sure she was safely angled against the wall, James brushed her thick hair away and began kissing his way down her neck. “I’ve been thinking about you for a little while now, sweetheart. Wondering what put that nervous look on your face when you and I first saw each other. Then I saw you today, your hair all brushed back, big blue eyes blinking up at me, and I realized…you’re the girl men make love to. But that’s not what you like, is it?”
James ran a knuckle down her chest, tracing lightly over her breasts. “I think you get off on bad men being mean to you, am I right?”
“Yes.” Charlotte whispered.
James pulled back, staring into her eyes. “I bet you’re too shy to ask for what you want. Makes you all confused, doesn’t it, darlin’? Wanting to save the world and have a man spank your ass raw? Was I the first guy to push you that way? Make you feel those things?”
She gave an almost undetectable nod.
James pressed their hips together. “You want me to be that guy for you, sweetheart? That bad man that takes away all your guilt? Fine. Come by my place tomorrow night and everything you’ve imagined is gonna pale in comparison.”
He bit the side of her neck once more, savouring her smell, her taste, before lowering her to the ground. Charlotte stood tentatively like a newborn foal. “I have to go to work,” she whispered.
“I’ll text you my address.”
“You don’t have my number.”
James pulled his phone from his pocket and pushed dial. Music blasted from Charlotte’s pocket and she pulled out her cell, her face a particularly pretty shade of red.
“Well played, mysterious guy trying to get in my pants.”
James laughed. “I’ve been in your pants, darlin’, I just intend to be there again.” 

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