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Anything he wanted, he got. And what he wanted was me. Our attraction was unmistakable, almost beyond control, but as much as I ached to be his, I feared the pressures of his demands. Submitting to Damien meant I had to bare the darkest truth about my past—and risk breaking us apart.
But Damien was haunted, too. And as our passion came to obsess us both, his secrets threatened to destroy him—and us—forever. This edition includes excerpts from J. Release Me is intended for mature audiences. Erotic Literature Fiction Romance. Publication Details Publisher: Random House Publishing Group Imprint: Bantam Publication Date: Stark Trilogy.
Kenner Author J. With Damien by my side, I feel safe no matter the danger. Our passion protects us, drives us, makes us whole. Find out how it all began for Damien and Nikki in J. Return to the smoking hot Stark world with the Stark International trilogy: Wanted, Heated and Ignited. Dear Reader, In I had the pleasure of meeting former tennis star turned billionaire entrepreneur Damien Stark when he leaped full-blown into my imagination.
After the first book featuring Damien Stark and Nikki Fairchild hit shelves in January , I was thrilled to discover that so many readers loved these characters as much as I did.
Loved them so much in fact, that both readers and I wanted to see more of Nikki and Damien, even after their courtship concluded in book three of the original Stark Trilogy Release Me, Claim Me, and Complete Me. Thus, Stark Ever After novellas were born.
Because some readers were coming to that anthology without having met Nikki and Damien, I wrote this novella in a way that allows any reader to follow and enjoy the story, whether or not he or she has met Nikki and Damien on the page before.
For those of you who are already familiar with Nikki and Damien, I hope you enjoy this novella that peeks into their lives after marriage. For new readers, I hope the characters intrigue you and you check out the series.
XXOO J. Kenner Chapter 1 I scowl at my calendar for today and wonder how I am possibly going to be able to cram everything into one workday. I have three meetings, half a dozen phone calls to return, a lunch appointment, and plans to meet my best friend, Jamie, for drinks at seven. And somewhere in there I have to schedule time to actually get work done. I know that he is there even though he has yet to say a word. Perhaps I heard his bare feet on the wooden floor. Perhaps the air shifted as he passed.
Or perhaps he is simply Damien Stark, and I could no more fail to notice his presence than I could miss a tidal wave. But more likely, I think it is because he has so thoroughly claimed me that there is never a moment when I am not blissfully and totally aware of him. I am in the library on the mezzanine of the exceptional Malibu house that was still under construction when I first started dating Damien.
Now it is our home, and every space within these walls is precious to me. A few feet away, in one of the comfy leather chairs, the newest addition to our household is curled up into a tiny ball of orange fluff. Right now, I feel very close indeed. I long ago memorized every delicious inch of him. His lush, raven-black hair, so familiar to my fingers.
His perfectly sculpted face, softened by the slightest shadow of beard stubble. And, of course, his dual-colored eyes that can look right to my core and see all my secrets. I inhale, confirming that assumption. I smell the soap from his shower.
The hint of musk from the cologne I bought him in Paris on our honeymoon, just a few months ago. I try very hard to continue breathing normally as his fingers drift lower, over the swell of my breast to linger on my nipple, now pebble-hard beneath the threadbare cotton of my favorite University of Texas T-shirt.
He flicks it lightly, causing me to gasp.
Causing a hell of a lot more than that, actually, as every nerve ending in my body suddenly seems to be connected to my breast by some sensual network that his touch has illuminated.
I say nothing, biting my lower lip against the instinct to cry out his name in demand and longing. He meets my eyes, his crinkling at the corners as his mouth curves up into a grin. He understands perfectly what I am not saying—what he is doing to me. He holds my gaze, his clever fingers traveling lower and lower until he slides his hand between my legs, cupping me intimately and making me moan.
He makes a low noise of approval, then eases closer, taking his hand away so that I can feel the length of his erection hard between my legs. He pulls me fully upright, his hands now cupping my rear as he grinds against me, a slow sensual movement like a sexy dance in a dimly lit nightclub.
I tilt my head back and he bends to press a kiss to the corner of my mouth, that simple contact as wildly erotic as the deepest kiss, the hardest fuck. And though the brush of his lips against my skin is feather soft, I feel the hard, demanding weight of it between my legs, and I press my hips tighter against his in silent, desperate demand. He brushes his lips over my cheek to my ear, the sensation sending shivers of pleasure through me. I pull back, narrowing my eyes.
I have a meeting in San Diego at eight. There will be blowback. Tonight, perhaps? Damien pulls his phone out of his pocket and glances at the screen. After all, she lives in Studio City, which is almost an hour away.