HOW FAR WOULD YOU GO TO UNCOVER A SECRET?
Virginia discovers that he now goes by the name of Ethan Greene. He is holed up in a mansion on a hill where strange things have been rumored to happen. Curiosity-seeking teenagers have been spooked. Young women have disappeared. Ethan himself is a recluse and is almost never seen.
Virginia engineers herself to be swept up in the strikingly handsome Ethan's world, where nothing is as it seems. Then there are the troubling entries in Ethan's diary: "He was here again. He wants to kill me. Take over this house completely."
Too late, Virginia finds herself falling for him, and he for her. But has Virginia put herself in the path of a danger she has totally unforeseen?
At 20,000 words, DAMAGED BEAUTIES is the first volume in the 'ROMANCED BY THE DAMAGED MILLIONAIRE' BDSM erotic romance series.
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We are both seemingly mesmerized by each other. Until I hear the clearing of someone's throat.
"Sir, please allow me to introduce Ms. Tremont to you."
I glance at Jeffrey, who is carrying yet another one of his endless trays, in the doorway leading to the kitchen, presumably. I stand up. My chair is pushed back by my knees.
David Kinney's spell is broken.
"I'm sorry," he says. His voice is the one I heard earlier downstairs. He walks to me, holding out his hand. "I'm Ethan Greene. I'm not used to having visitors."
"So I heard." I shake it. Our palms touch, and a delicious shiver travels down my spine. "I'm Virginia Tremont."
I will my hand not to tremble. I can't help but gaze into his large green eyes, which have captivated millions on the screen. Those very eyes which have rendered so many teenagers weak-kneed and trembling when he played the tortured vampire in Paradise Revisited.
"How are you feeling, Ms. Tremont?"
Feeling? Gad, does he know that my blood is running warm and cold all over my body? Can he tell from the temperature of my skin?
But of course, he's asking about the accident.
I laugh. It sounds a little too shrill for my liking. "Much better, thanks to Jeffrey."
"So I heard," he says, not taking his eyes off me. Do I dare say it, but there's a hunger in his gaze. A rapaciousness, as if the sight of me is an oasis after his long trek through the desert.
He goes to the back of my chair and pulls it out for me. "Please, sit. I'm glad you're able to join me for dinner tonight."
I'm amazed that his manners are impeccable. I sit, warmth suffusing my cheeks. I wonder if I'm blushing.
He has even dressed up for dinner, as though he's trying to impress me. He wears a cashmere jacket over a grey silk shirt. His clothes are tailor-made and expensive. They fit him like a glove.
I have to be very careful not to let Ethan Greene know I'm a reporter . . . or that I know who he used to be. There's a time and place for everything, and if I play my cards too soon, he will recede. But I must say that I'm having trouble reconciling this polite, sophisticated man with the tortured scribblings I found in his journal.
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.
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.”
Lothar abducts Virginia and takes her on a hell ride across America. He scares her, and yet she is wildly attracted to his sexual magnetism. There is only one way for her to bring Ethan back: by getting Lothar’s mind to trip.
But can she do this before she succumbs to whatever dire fate he has in store for her?
This is the third and volume in the explosive ‘ROMANCED BY THE DAMAGED MILLIONAIRE’ BDSM erotic romance series.