his. “This might sound a bit crazy but… You are the voice I’ve been searching for.”
She looked at him like he’d just come down with sudden dementia, only she knew better. “The voice ?”
“Yes, the voice; the counterpart that I’ve spent the last six months searching for. I need someone to help co-write my next novel with me, someone with a different perspective than I’ll ever have in order to change the course of action for my Jenny Bones character. Someone…” he paused and took a deep breath. “You are that someone, Taylor.”
She couldn’t breathe. Her jaw was dropped completely open. This has to be a joke! Colton Marcus is asking me to write a book with him?
“Why are you messing with me like this?” she asked.
He stared blankly at her. Then his doorbell rang, and his phone started to vibrate again.
And even though she wanted to disbelieve everything that he was saying to her right now, she knew better. Taylor was always exceptionally good at one thing in particular- reading people.
He may be a lot of things, but he’s not a liar .
She knew getting involved with a man like him could prove irrevocably dangerous.
I’ve gotten myself out of huge messes before. What made this time any different?
She pondered her own question as Colton picked up his phone and looked suspiciously towards his entryway as pounding fists blended in with the sounds of his rapidly pulsating doorbell.
Everything.
END OF BOOK TWO
PLEASING HIM, BOOK 3: UNLEASHED
I should have run while I still had the chance , she thought to herself as the knock on Colton Marcus’ door grew louder with each thud.
Here Taylor was, standing face to face with the most successful author on the planet, staring blankly into his gorgeous dark blue irises as he demanded an answer.
Even though her mind told her to run far, far away, her body seemed almost powerless in his presence, just as it had when he fucked her body senseless in the conference room at Baldpate University even though she knew better than to let such a thing like that happen. And just as it had only moments ago in his kitchen, when he used his tongue and soft, lush lips to do things to the sweet spot between her legs that almost pushed her body over the edge, an edge she never should have come so close to in the first place.
Taylor had never felt so trapped in her life; damned if she fled from this man’s estate and tried to return to a life that had all but crumbled to pieces, and damned if she stayed and faced the unknown with someone who had massive neon signs flashing all around him, all of which said the same thing…
Warning: Danger Ahead .
Time was running out real, real fast.
Only seconds ago he’d revealed to her literally the craziest proposition she ever could have imagined: Colton Marcus, superstar author slash sexiest Adonis she’s ever laid her eyes on, proposed that she help him write his next book.
But it wasn’t just that he wanted my help , she thought.
The hotter-than-hell billionaire actually seemed as though without her help, something really, really bad was going to happen to someone or something.
A war raged inside her head. The only thing she ever dreamed of becoming since she was a teenager was a writer… So what was keeping her from just giving him the answer he wanted to hear, the same answer that her soul was pleading with herself to give?
For starters, everything .
Patience was quickly dissipating from the billionaire’s eyes, draining out of them like water rushing from the rusty bottom of a metal pale that had just imploded . “If you’re wishy-washy about this whole thing, then maybe I had you all wrong to begin with. I thought maybe you had the balls to make something out of your life.”
She narrowed her eyes and crossed her arms in front of her chest. “I’m not wishy-washy. I just…” she paused as her childhood scars took hold of her psyche, just as they always did.
She knew the