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.
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.
"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.
****18+ GRAPHIC LANGUAGE, SEX, AND ADULT SITUATIONS****
Overall rating: 4 Rockin' ★★★★
"How did I end up in this car, at four in the morning, with a known womanizer? Yes, he was gorgeous and warm and knew all the right places and ways to touch me, but really? How stupid would I be? How many women had fallen for this crap, and I was going to be another one in line."
My mantra..."My name is Monica, and I am not submissive. I stand six feet tall in heels. I am descended from one of the greatest writers of the twentieth century. I can sing like an angel, and growl like a lion. I am not owned. I am music."
"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're a natural submissive."
"Today you are the goddess my universe revolves around."
"You're mine. You are my own personal goddess. It's my job to make sure you're happy. And if I can't make you happy, I won't feel right if you're not taken care of as best as I can."
From the beginning, I was intrigued by the magnetic person who is Jonathan Drazen. He is a bizillionare, extraordinaire with a stark past love that broke his heart into many hopeless pieces. Monica is an exceptional musician and singer who just needs a break to make it big! She is full of life and excitement with a never regret attitude. Never having met, Monica works for Jonathan in one of his restaurants. When this chance meeting occurs, both are left feeling drawn to the other.
Jonathan can't give Monica more than his body, and for a while Monica is fine with that. However, things get interesting when it gets a bit spicier in bed and Jonathan is hopelessly subdued by Monica's submissive behaviors. I loved the fact that Monica was self-sufficient and not looking to find Mr. Right in any capacity. She wanted to concentrate on her career of singing and that did not include a man. Although, it didn't take long for Jonathan to realize that he was finally able to move on from his past and embrace the newfound love he was beginning to carry for the lounge singer, his natural submissive, Monica.
I really enjoyed the tantalizing, romanticizing and ever promising story line. Unfortunately, it left me hanging on the edge. So, I am anticipating avariciously all the ways the finale will occur. Bring it on CD Reiss, I look forward to it...Grēta
Hero - Jonathan Drazen 4.0 stars
Heroine - Monica Faulkner 4.0 stars
Steam Level: 4.0 stars
Plot: 4.0 stars
Would I recommend this book: Yes!
Would I read other books by this author: Yes!
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