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Women are puppets to him – easy to handle, easy to conquer. Not me, though. Cedric Crow, the aloof and mysterious thriller and suspense writer, a star with millions of fans and billions in his bank account. He is used to have women at his feet, worshipping his every move, his every word. I had it coming when I dared to roll my eyes at his narcissistic ramblings. But I didn’t expect him to go after me like this. He wants me. All of me. Submitting to him excites me. He wakes me from a slumber that has cast a damp over my dull life. But he's keeping a secret from me... can I really trust him? |