Part
One: The Contract
By: Scarlett Edwards
Releasing March 27th, 2014
When I wake
up in a dark, unfamiliar room, I have no idea what's waiting for me in the
shadows. My imagination conjures up demons of the worst kind.
Reality is
much worse:
A collar with no leash. A prison
with no walls. And a life stripped of meaning.
I am
presented with a vile contract and asked to sign. It outlines the
terms of my servitude. The only information I have about my captor are the two
small letters inked at the bottom:
J.S.
Armed with
only my memories, I must do everything I can to avoid becoming ensnared in his
twisted mind games. But in the end, it all comes down to one choice:
Resist and
die.
Or submit,
and sign my life away
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Author Info
I’m
Scarlett Edwards. I wrote my first book as a college sophomore. After six
months of edits, it made its debut as Yours to Savor.
That was at the start of 2013. I’ve written more books since then. You can find
them all here.
It’s funny how quickly life changes. I used to think I’d need a degree to get
a “Real Job.” Then I wrote a few books, they got somewhat popular, and now
I’m living the life as a full-time romance author.
Thanks to all my readers for making my dreams come true!
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OR,
Excerpt:
“Lilly.”
Oh God. It’s him. There’s no mistaking that rich,
masculine treble.
What’s he doing down here?
“M-Mr. Stonehart,” I stutter, turning. I curse my inability to
hide my surprise. He totally caught me off-guard. I have to look up to meet his
eyes. Then up some more.
The face that I find is so striking it should belong to a Greek
god.
He’s younger than I expected. Late thirties, maybe early forties.
That means he started his company when he was younger than me!
Dark scruff lines his angular cheeks. His jet-black hair is styled
in long, natural waves. My fingers itch to run through it.
Totally inappropriate.
He has a prominent nose that might be too big on a less imposing
man, but on him, it’s perfect.
In short, he’s a package of the purest masculinity I’ve ever seen.
And then there are his eyes. Oh my God. His eyes. They pierce into
me like honing missiles. They are the deepest black I have ever seen. They
would be frightening if they weren’t so beautiful. When the light reflects a
certain way, you catch a glimpse of the purple underneath.
They are like midnight sapphires. His eyes reveal a cunning
intellect. Those eyes do not miss a thing.
Add all that to his towering height, his wide shoulders, his
confident-yet-at-ease posture… and Stonehart cuts an intimidating figure.
My gaze darts to his left hand before I can stop it. No ring. He’s
unmarried.
He looks down at me, expectantly. His eyes narrow ever so
slightly, and I feel like I’m being dissected, measured up, and tucked away in
some small corner of his brain. I imagine this is what a gemstone feels like
under the magnifying class of the most critical appraiser.
Stonehart clears his throat. I come to with a start, realizing I
haven’t said anything in ages. I open my mouth, but the capacity for speech
seems like a foreign concept to my brain. “I—”
Somebody bumps into me from behind. I stagger forward. I’m not
used to these shoes, so my heel steps the wrong way. My ankle twists under me,
and I start to fall.
I don’t fall far. The hand still on my elbow tightens, and
Stonehart pulls me into him.
I plaster myself onto the solid steel wall the man has for a body.
I catch a scent of his cologne. It’s a deep, musky smell with a hint of charred
spruce that is all male. It scrambles my thoughts even more.
“Sorry!” a rushed voice calls out. From the corner of my eye, I
see the postman giving a hurried, apologetic wave.
Although the sequence lasts less than a second, it feels like an
eternity. Pressed up against him like that, I don’t want to
move. I know that I couldn’t have made a worse first impression.
Stonehart eases me off him with a firm yet gentle grip. Our eyes
meet. I flush the most vibrant red. His fingers graze my forehead as he brushes
a lock of hair out of my face.
Any tenderness I may have imagined vanishes when Stonehart takes
out his cell. He long dials a key and growls an order. “Steven. See the
delivery boy leaving right now? Have his building pass revoked.”
I gape. Stonehart keeps speaking. “Wait. I thought of one better.
Bar his company from accessing the building.” There’s a pause. “For how long?
Indefinitely. FedEx can talk to me when they have an improved employee
selection program in place.”
The phone call gives me just enough time to compose myself. My
heart’s still beating out of my chest. But nobody has to know that.
I speak without thinking. “You’re going to restrict the entire
company from serving this building because of that?”
Stonehart humors me with an answer. “A company’s employees are its
most important asset. Their behavior reflects the organization as a whole. If
FedEx decided that clown is good enough for them, it tells me they’re sloppy. I
do not do business with sloppy organizations.”
“What about the other tenants in the building?” I ask. “Won’t that
piss them off?”
When I hear myself and realize how improper my
question is, my cheeks flame red again.
Stonehart’s eyes darken, as if he cannot believe I asked that
question. I open my mouth to apologize for my imprudence, hating the way my
professional skills have evaporated into thin air. I’m cut off by a short,
barked laugh.
“Miss Ryder.” He sounds amused. “I believe that is the most direct
and honest question anybody has dared ask me in weeks.” He takes my elbow again
and leads me to the elevators. I have to take two quick steps to match one of
his long strides.
“Yes,” he continues. “They will be ‘pissed off.’ But the perk of
owning a building—” he hits the elevator call button, “—is that you get to make
executive decisions.” He gives me an unreadable glance as the doors open. “That
is, at the risk of being questioned by inexperienced interns.”
If that isn’t a loaded remark, I don’t know what is. I flush
scarlet red for the third time since I’ve met him. I’ve never had a man throw
me so off balance.
The elevator is packed, for which I’m infinitely thankful. The
trip up will give me some time to properly compose myself.
Gratitude turns to panic when the crowd files out, meek as mice,
when Stonehart steps in. None of the people waiting in the lobby follow us.
The doors close. I’m alone in here with him. My heart’s beating as
fast as a hummingbird’s wings.
He catches me staring. “Impressed?” he asks.
“They know you,” I manage.
His dark eyes flash with amusement. “Astute.”
Erin's Review: This story is intriguing from the first sentence. It is erotic, mysterious, and leaves you demanding more. Stonehart is the ultimate alpha male and Lilly his unwilling-or so it seems- pet. Upon Lilly's awakening, you feel for her. She's scared, confused, pissed off and wants to know why and WHO put her in a collar, in a room, with a ridiculous contract that is begging for her signature.
Lilly's life hasn't been all rainbows and unicorns but it didn't stop her from pursuing her dream of going to college. Through a series of flashbacks, we are taken on the journey of just how her decision to write one paper changed her whole life.
The entire story is told through Lilly's pov so we have yet to get in to the mind of the mysterious J.S. There is no sex but it's erotic in it's own dark, twisted way. I am anxiously awaiting the next installment due out in April so we can delve further in to Lilly and J.S's story.
