Title: Degrees of Control
Author: Eve Dangerfield
Genre: Romance
Blurb
Charlotte Bell is a typical yoga teacher. She's friendly, earnest and has some slight masochistic tendencies. After a painful break-up she’s determined to address her long-denied kinks with the kind of man she’s always been too terrified to approch. Her friends have select James Hunter a male model turned corporate suit and after a ‘chance’ encounter at a party, James agrees to school Charlie in the harsher side of sex. He knows she's too genuine, too kind, too everything for a guy like him but he won’t turn down an opportunity to break in a starry-eyed submissive like her. Yet as Charlie and James embark on a strings-free sexual relationship they discover a connection that runs deeper than either of them could have imagined.
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Excerpt
Charlie’s face burned. She turned, determined to flee, when a broad fingertip placed itself under her chin. Her eyes flew open, half convinced someone else was touching her. Under the strobe lights James’ face held no trace of all-American appeal. Shadows exaggerated his sharp cheekbones and he wore no trace of a smile, arrogant or otherwise. He looked dangerous and powerful and as immense as a brick wall. He stared down at her, his eyes flashing green and red, black and blue. Hypnotizing her. James bent forward and the brush of his stubble against her cheek sent a thousand invisible hands across her skin. “I know what you want, darlin’. You go on and ask me nicely and you might just get it.”
Lust and confusion spiked through Charlie’s bloodstream like amphetamines. He knows. How does he know? Did Sophia tell him? Did Gloria paint “submissive” on my head in invisible ink?
She understood why she’d been unable to meet his gaze before. Eye contact made her achingly susceptible to the dominance he exuded like oxygen, even now it felt like his gaze was boring into her.
I can’t go through with this. I’m not ready to put a face on my faceless fantasy man.
So why was her breathing so shallow? Why was her heart racing and her blood water-thin? Charlie felt her lips part, her body begging for what her idiotic pride wouldn’t utter. This was what Sophia meant about bravery, exposing herself like this was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Charlie looked straight into James’ eyes. “Touch me. Please.”
In an instant he closed the space between them. A rough hand sliding down her back, the other settling firmly on her waist. Their pelvises locked together and the evidence of James’ arousal pressed hard against her abdomen, making her gasp. His T-shirt was paper-thin and Charlie could feel every inch of him beneath it, warm skin stretched over hard slabs of muscle and bone. After an hour of torment the hard planes of his body felt like heaven.
“Good girl,” James muttered into her ear and bit down softly. The words sent a shiver down her spine. “Now be patient and take what I’m gonna give you.”
He slid a thick denim-clad thigh between her legs, and Charlie moaned aloud.
Lust and confusion spiked through Charlie’s bloodstream like amphetamines. He knows. How does he know? Did Sophia tell him? Did Gloria paint “submissive” on my head in invisible ink?
She understood why she’d been unable to meet his gaze before. Eye contact made her achingly susceptible to the dominance he exuded like oxygen, even now it felt like his gaze was boring into her.
I can’t go through with this. I’m not ready to put a face on my faceless fantasy man.
So why was her breathing so shallow? Why was her heart racing and her blood water-thin? Charlie felt her lips part, her body begging for what her idiotic pride wouldn’t utter. This was what Sophia meant about bravery, exposing herself like this was terrifying and exhilarating all at once.
Charlie looked straight into James’ eyes. “Touch me. Please.”
In an instant he closed the space between them. A rough hand sliding down her back, the other settling firmly on her waist. Their pelvises locked together and the evidence of James’ arousal pressed hard against her abdomen, making her gasp. His T-shirt was paper-thin and Charlie could feel every inch of him beneath it, warm skin stretched over hard slabs of muscle and bone. After an hour of torment the hard planes of his body felt like heaven.
“Good girl,” James muttered into her ear and bit down softly. The words sent a shiver down her spine. “Now be patient and take what I’m gonna give you.”
He slid a thick denim-clad thigh between her legs, and Charlie moaned aloud.
Review
Charlotte, or Charlie as she prefers to go by, moved from Australia to the U.S with her boyfriend and she's devastated when he betrays her. Supported by her close friends she decides to indulge in her previously secret fantasy of submitting to a strong alpha male. Her friends think they've found her the perfect man for her rebound affair and arrange for her to meet James at a party. James is gorgeous but he has a love 'em and leave 'em reputation. They embark on a sizzling no strings attached affair, but things get complicated when they both start to develop deeper feelings for each other.
Charlie and James are complete opposites in every way, but I think that's what makes them work so well together. Their chemistry is scorching and there are some fabulous sex scenes which include some very hot, imaginative role plays. I enjoyed this book and will be looking out for future books by this author. Degrees of Control gets four out of five stars.
I received a copy of this book in exchange for a honest review.
Author Bio
Eve Dangerfield has loved romance novels since she first started swiping her grandmother’s paperbacks at the age of fourteen. Now she writes her own unapologetically sexy tales about complex women and gorgeous-but-slightly-tortured men. Eve currently lives in Melbourne with her lovely sister, extremely chill boyfriend and a rabbit named Billy. When she's not writing she can usually be found drinking, dancing or making a mess. Often all at once. Degrees of Control is her first novel.
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