✪ beg. tease. submit. Sequence One (Songs of
Submission) ✪
Synopsis:
This omni edition contains the three novellas of Sequence
One.
Beg
My name is Monica. I'm a singer born and raised in Los Angeles . I've stopped
dating. When I cut a record, or win a Grammy, maybe then I'll be with someone,
but every man in my past has done everything he could to make me submit myself
to him, and it's gotten in the way of my career. I won't do it again. But
there's Jonathan. He owns the high-rise hotel where I work, and he is gorgeous
and charming. I refuse to fall in love with him, even though when he asks me to
submit to him, I want nothing more.
Tease
When Jonathan was gone I couldn't stop thinking about him,
and the first thing he did when he got back was demand more of me. I'm willing
to give him my body and my time, but I find myself giving up pieces of my
heart. My career is on track, and even though I can't write a thing, I can
sing. So I'll go to the art opening with him, because his ex wife will be
there. I feel this need to protect him from hurt, though in bed, his domination
brings me to my knees. This man is going to break me into a million little
pieces.
Submit
"You're mine. The minute I told you to spread your legs
and you did it, you were mine. When I told you to beg for it and you did, you
were mine. When you put your hands behind your back without being told, I owned
you. You never had to say a word. You are a natural submissive." No. God,
no. My name is Monica, and no matter what Jonathan says, I am not submissive.
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About CD
Reiss 
CD Reiss is a
USA Today and Amazon bestseller. She still has to chop wood and carry water,
which was buried in the fine print. Her lawyer is working it out with God but
in the meantime, if you call and she doesn’t pick up, she’s at the well,
hauling buckets. Born in New York City , she
moved to Hollywood , California Los
Angeles . Critics have dubbed the books “poetic,”
“literary,” and “hauntingly atmospheric,” which is flattering enough for her to
put it in a bio, but embarrassing enough for her not to tell her husband, or he
might think she’s some sort of braggart who’s too good to give the toilets a
once-over every couple of weeks or chop a cord of wood. If you meet her in
person, you should call her Christine.
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