This novella is the first in a series, and is about 22K words.Part 2 will be released at the end of February 2013--------------------------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
Antonio Spinelli blew through my orderly life like a cyclone. Gorgeous and passionate, with a breathtaking brutality, he put me under his spell the moment he touched me, drawing me into his underworld of risk, violence and betrayal. And I found, just as this sophisticated savage didn’t trust me, I didn’t trust myself. Something happened to me. Some alchemy from the heat between us. I discovered I was a savage, too.
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 orgasms 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
"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."
No. God, no.
My name is Monica, and no matter what Jonathan says, I am not submissive.
This is short - 7500 wordsThe world through Jonathan Drazen's eyes.This book is NOT a standalone. You need to read the others in the Songs of Submission SeriesSequence OneBegTeaseSubmitSequence TwoControlThe Songs of Dominance were released as an experiment. They were traded peer-to-peer on the Goodreads group, CD Canaries, and on my Facebook page.But the stories have become canonical, and things are revealed here that will be come important later, so I feel they need to reach a larger audience.
What you’re breaking isn’t some little, meaningless coupling. We aren’t some casual fuck, and we never were. Not from the first night. Not from the first time I laid eyes on you. You were built for me. I denied it as long as I could, but we were meant to be together. You are the sea under my sky. We’re bound at the horizon.
Here's how it's going to be, Goddess.Until you surrender yourself to me fully, I will not touch you.Until the world can know you belong to me, I will not kiss you.I'm going to be inches away, at your side. I'm going to whisper in your ear and put my breath on your neck, but the heat of my skin will not feel the shudder of yours until you commit yourself to me completely and without reservation.
Book #5.5A short song about Rachel.*Do people like you ever have wishes, Jonathan?What does that mean? People like me?People who have everything. Was there ever something you wanted, but could only wish for?It's not necessary to read this story if you're reading Songs of Submission, but it'll get you through the long wait to Book Six.
The story of Jonathan Drazen and Monica Faulkner continues.And it's time Monica stepped up to the plate.*I looked down at him, with his tourmaline eyes and copper hair and believed him despite my better judgment. Then I forgave him despite my misgivings. I loved him just because I did. My heart wasn’t sensible or guarded enough. Not by a sight. I was a walking raw nerve ending of emotion, as if the years I’d spent away from men and sex had made me more emotional, more vulnerable, more foolish th
Take my hand, my love
On sinews of air we tread
Aught but distance our guide
With no tempo to our gait
No endpoint drawn
Neither plot nor plan
By the thorns of a compass rose
We bound toward the horizon