I thought
I needed only one thing in my life—the money and power to crush one man. But
the moment I laid eyes on Victoria Corielli, my thirst for revenge was replaced
by my craving for her.
No rule
would keep me away; no obstacle too large to overcome. Not her will, not our
differing social positions, not my infamous past. When she lost everything, I
helped her pick up the pieces. When she trusted me with everything, she sealed
her fate.
I've
convinced Victoria she can put her heart in my hands. Now I have to protect
it--from her shady stepfather and my business rivals, from enemies known and
hidden. I'll do anything to keep her. And I might have to prove it, because now
Victoria''s risking more than her heart to be with me; she's risking her life.
Taking
Control is a continuation of the story begun in Losing Control (not a
retelling) but can be read alone. It is 92,000 words narrated by Ian Kerr.
I am actually new at reading any of Jen Frederick’s books,
however, with that said I can now add Jen to my list of authors to look out
for.
I enjoyed this book
This story of Tin and Ian was very captivating
and I found myself engrossed with the whole storyline.
I enjoyed the fact that in this book we get
Ian’s POV. I do like it when we read the
alternative POV on stories; I feel it gives you a different outcome on the
person involved. It is great to try and
figure out what they are thinking and feeling.
I thought this would be like any other
story that has a billionaire in it but was pleasantly surprised that this was
not the norm.
What I loved about Tiny is that she is such
a strong women especially with everything that has gone on in her life but she
never complains or moans about it all. That
is not to say she does not worry about things, I mean who doesn’t.
Ian at first I did not think was a suitable
match but god did I love how he put all Tiny’s worries and fears to rest, he
was just the comforting presence she needed, strong but sweet and romantic,
what more does a woman want.
The way Ian is described makes my drool,
total HOT male and a powerful man, ticks all the right boxes as far as I am
concerned.
I must admit I would love to read more of
these two as I felt the story was so good they were a couple who I could follow
on for more.
I would recommend this story
Excerpt:
Meet Ian Kerr
“What are
we making?”
“Pasta
and shrimp cooked in lemon and white wine sauce. Why don’t you go over and get
some bread? Maybe sourdough rolls, and I’ll meet you at the seafood place.” She
points down a ways.
I kiss
her again and leave to do her bidding. Inside the bakery, I find dozens of
different loaves of bread and rolls. On the advice of a helpful clerk, I buy
something called a Tuscan log sourdough, which is shaped like a log roll with
short, stubby branches. I figure what we don’t eat, we can use to feed the ducks
this weekend in Connecticut. Although I don’t know that we have ducks up there.
I might have to buy some.
When I
catch up with her at the seafood counter, there’s a man—make that an
asshole—chatting her up. He has an arm braced against the glass case, and his
eyes are taking off her clothes piece by piece
“Hey,
Ian,” she says when I approach.
“Hi,
bunny.” I put my hand on her neck and kiss her on the forehead. I need to get a
ring on this woman right away. “Are you having problems deciding which fish to
buy?”
He
smirks. “Just making conversation.”
I run my
tongue over my teeth wondering how mad Tiny would be if I punched this guy out.
Pretty mad, I guess, so I lean down and kiss her again—only this time on the
lips. Hard.
She rolls
her eyes. “I’m waiting for our shrimp.”
The guy
still doesn’t leave. He hovers, like a stupid dumb cow, on my right as if Tiny
is just going to peel away from me and give him her number.
“Check
out is over there,” I gesture toward the registers.
“I’m not
ready,” he says, confused.
“Oh you
are.” I stare at him steadily, and he’s not as dumb as I thought because he
finally walks away.
“A pound
of prawns.” A tatted, bald-headed man offers Tiny a white parchment-wrapped
package. “Where’s the guy who wanted the scallops?” He looks around.
“We’ll
take those too,” Tiny says hastily.
We pay,
and she waits until we’re in the hallway before questioning me.
“You
looked like you were going to punch that guy out.”
“Nah,” I
lie.
“Then why
is the bread loaf crushed in your hand?”
I look down
and the Tuscan log is indeed bent in half as if a sharp wind has sheared off
part of the limb. “Looked like it was too soft. Just testing out the
wheat-to-oat ratio.”
“Seriously?
That is what you are going with?” She laughs. “You know you sound like a caveman.”
“That’s
advanced evolution. I thought for sure I wasn’t much past the Neanderthal
stage.”
“Ape,”
she teases.
“Knuckle
dragging when it comes to you, bunny.” I wrap an arm around her waist and usher
her into the bakery to buy a loaf of bread.
I’d do anything to keep my mother alive.
Anything, including ask Ian Kerr for help. I don’t know much about him, except that he has more money than some small countries. And he’s willing to spend it on me. Just one catch: there’s a string attached attached, and not just the one I feel pulling me into his arms and his bed. There’s also the plan for revenge he wants my help with.
Every time he says my name, it makes my body shiver and my heart stutter. I know he’s going to wreck me, know there won’t be anything left of me but lust and sensation by the time he’s done with me, but even though I can see the heartbreak coming towards me like a train, ready to crash into me, I can’t get out of the way. I want what he makes me feel. Want what he’s offering.
This may have started out as something to save my mother, but now…now it’s about what he makes me feel. I’m in danger of losing everything that’s important. Worse? Ian's whispered words and hot caresses are making me believe that's okay.
Anything, including ask Ian Kerr for help. I don’t know much about him, except that he has more money than some small countries. And he’s willing to spend it on me. Just one catch: there’s a string attached attached, and not just the one I feel pulling me into his arms and his bed. There’s also the plan for revenge he wants my help with.
Every time he says my name, it makes my body shiver and my heart stutter. I know he’s going to wreck me, know there won’t be anything left of me but lust and sensation by the time he’s done with me, but even though I can see the heartbreak coming towards me like a train, ready to crash into me, I can’t get out of the way. I want what he makes me feel. Want what he’s offering.
This may have started out as something to save my mother, but now…now it’s about what he makes me feel. I’m in danger of losing everything that’s important. Worse? Ian's whispered words and hot caresses are making me believe that's okay.
I was asked to review this book along with
the new book Taking Control
In Losing Control you get to meet Tiny, she
is a 25 year old girl who has dyslexia but she is a strong confident girl who
does not let this affect her life. I
loved this about her as I too suffer from dyslexia, not as severe as Tiny so I
could relate to all that went on with her.
Tiny loves her mother more than anything
and will do anything for her mother, Tiny I loved as she has such a big heart
and is loyal to those she loves.
Then we have Ian Kerr, what can I say,
Sexy, HOT, Generous, Loyal, Smart and wants Tiny. From the moment he saw her he fell hook line
and sinker and knew he wanted her.
There is chemistry between Tiny and Ian
from the beginning and it is sizzling. The
banter from these two is great; it had me laughing all the time, even so much
that tears were running down my cheeks
I loved how Ian cares for Tiny and to me I
just wanted him in my life to take care of me it was so loving and caring.
This is a story that I feel everyone will
love.
Excerpt: Losing Control
“Let me
be perfectly frank with you, Victoria. There are lots of things that I’d like
you to do for me. Some of them involve you on your knees. Others require you
bent over a table. All of them require me to be between your legs. But I don’t
pay for that.”
“No, I
wouldn’t think you would,” I say faintly. No one has ever spoken to me in such
a graphic and frank manner and I don’t know how to respond—at least not
verbally. My body is reacting by getting hot and tight.
He nods
then in confirmation that I’ve heard him. “I don’t dip my pen in the company
ink. Nothing good comes of that. So let me ask you again. Are you certain you
wouldn’t rather let me take you out to dinner and then home, where I would make
you come so hard that you wouldn’t be able to remember your own name let alone
that you have money troubles?”
I’m
finding it difficult to breathe normally and it’s hard to remember exactly why
I’m resisting him so hard. His hand has moved from my waist to my hip and his
fingers are curling around my ass and pulling me close as possible despite the
bike frame between us. I can even feel his erection against my hip. “The money
troubles will still be there, regardless of my memory,” I manage to choke out.
His eyes
narrow because he doesn’t like my rejections. “You should know that when small
prey runs away, it only whets the appetite of a predator. Someday, Victoria
Corielli, I’m going to get you to say yes.”
He pushes
the bike frame upright and my body reluctantly follows.
“I’ll be
in touch,” he says and then turns and walks away. I stare after him like a
dumbass for at least five minutes.”
Author
Information
Jen
Frederick
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@gmail.com.
Website: http://jenfrederick.com/
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