Virginia Tremont is torn between two lovers.
On one side is the gentle and handsome Ethan – former movie star, current recluse in hiding, and sufferer of a malady that has caused his personality to split in two.
On the other side is the dangerous and volatile Lothar, Ethan’s alter. He is a sexually-charged alpha male who also happens to be psychopathic. But he makes Virginia’s loins quiver like no other.
Together, they must journey into the depths of Ethan’s mind and past to find their way to a possible outcome. An outcome that none of them may like. Virginia must choose between her job and the man she has grown to love, as well as to choose between the two personalities.
At 23,000 words, this is the second volume in the ‘ROMANCED BY THE DAMAGED MILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.
BOOKS IN THIS SERIES
Damaged Beauties
Seduced by his Two Personalities
Excerpt:
Disturbed by Sharon’s phone call, a dozen permutations of choices I can make run through my mind.
I like Ethan. I really, really like Ethan.
In fact, I think I more than like Ethan. I may be falling in love with him. My pulse thunders as I think that, because I honestly don’t believe I have ever been in love with anyone before.
But Ethan is so easy to love. He’s so handsome and gentle and broken – a damaged man that practically screams ‘help me’ while he remains so stoic and impenetrable. Only I believe I have managed to penetrate the exterior he has mounted around himself. And I will continue to chip away at it until it completely crumbles.
But do I want to write about this whole painful journey and dreg up all of Ethan Greene’s ugly secrets into the forefront? Has-been or not, this will be explosive. It will put his name in the limelight again. Agents will demand books to be written about his ‘condition’. Hollywood would want to make it a HBO original.
Do I really want to do that to Ethan?
My heart knocks painfully against my ribs as I pad to Ethan’s bedroom.
He’s awake. Naked and in bed. He’s covered by a thin sheet, and as far as I can see, there is no erection poking out of it. His green eyes look warily at me as I enter and shut the door behind me. I’m in a white terrycloth bathrobe, but underneath it, I am naked as well.
“Don’t,” he says.
“I’m not going to do anything.” I creep to the side of his bed and let myself in underneath the covers. He’s as warm as a stove. I wonder if he’s running a fever. After all, he was out in the pouring rain. As was I.
I lay my palm upon his brow to check his temperature.
“What are you doing?” he demands.
“Checking for a fever.”
He sighs. “I’m not having a fever.”
“You might be. I’ll get a thermometer from Jeffrey.” I make to get out of bed, but he catches hold of my arm.
“No, don’t go. Please.” He appears uncertain.
I swing back my feet onto the bed. “Ethan, are you OK?”
He shakes his head ruefully. “Not really. I’m pretty fucked up, huh? Every time I go into a trip, I get all messed up inside my head. It’s like I’m in a fugue, and I don’t know whether I’m coming or going. The worse is having no one to really understand what it is I’m going through.”
“That’s not true,” I say gently. “Jeffrey understands. Dr. Baggins understands. I understand.”
“Not really. You sympathize, all three of you, but you can’t empathize. No one can. No one I know has this . . . disorder. There’s not even a support group for it. I’m not only turned inside and out, but I feel like I’m going to pop.” He doesn’t meet my eyes. “I’m horny as hell, as I always am after . . . he takes over . . . but there’s nothing I can do about it. I feel like I’m going to burst out of my skin.”
That’s when I notice it. His erection tenting the bedclothes.
A pang seizes my chest. Oh Ethan.
I reach for his erection, but he stoppers my hand.
“No. You can’t. I can’t. He will appear.”
