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384 pages, Paperback
First published December 6, 2012

“He shouldn’t even be thinking about dragging her into his wayward world of carnal games. He should give her a free pass. Or maybe just give her the illusion of a free pass. Cold-blooded manipulation or decency? What would it be?”
“And what was left behind was an unblinking enigma of a man, ruthless, without borderlines, slippery as mist, beautiful, passionate, remote. And totally and irredeemably loveable.”
“You’re the kind of man who might leave scars,’ she said a moment later, her voice deliberate as though clarifying her position not just to him but to herself.
‘But you’re also the kind of man who might end up leaving a tattoo on my sex life that I’ll enjoy looking at later.”
“You’ll forget me an hour after I’m gone and I’ll remember you for the rest of my life.”
“He shouldn’t even be thinking about dragging her into his wayward world of carnal games. He should give her a free pass. Or maybe just give her the illusion of a free pass. Cold-blooded manipulation or decency? What would it be?”
“And what was left behind was an unblinking enigma of a man, ruthless, without borderlines, slippery as mist, beautiful, passionate, remote. And totally and irredeemably loveable.”
“You’re the kind of man who might leave scars,’ she said a moment later, her voice deliberate as though clarifying her position not just to him but to herself.
‘But you’re also the kind of man who might end up leaving a tattoo on my sex life that I’ll enjoy looking at later.”
“You’ll forget me an hour after I’m gone and I’ll remember you for the rest of my life.”





This was about sex and games of mastery and submission, power and control.

“Maybe you could reform me.” He smiled as the elevator doors opened. “Would you like to try?” He held out his hand.
“I can’t think of a more hopeless project."

“If you push me too hard, I push back.”

"I’m trying not to make a move on a man who’s got so many notches in his belt, I’d fade into oblivion a second afterward.”
“Just a warning,” he whispered, as he slid deeper into her melting heat, “I’m going to fuck you for the next six days, everywhere and every possible way… all day, every day.”

"I can hardly breathe for wanting you, where I can’t stop wanting you every minute, every second. I’ve never craved anything in my whole life as badly.”

“Everything’s a game, babe. Business, life, fucking.” He smiled. “But any game with you is extraspecial. And yes, I am lucky, very lucky that you like to play.






"All because of a slip of a woman with red curls and bright green eyes."



"About pragmatism and the sad ache of regret. About love and longing, about the shadow of fear that was so strong it was making her ears buzz. About the rising panic of losing......"Losing her, losing him, losing your way of life and opening up your heart, sharing your life, body, heart and soul. Sounds beautiful doesn't it? It was beautiful in places and HIGHLY erotic... Oh YES!!!!











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It all start in beautiful Amsterdam...
“You’re the kind of man who might leave scars,” she said a moment later, her voice deliberate as though clarifying her position not just to him but to herself.
“But you’re also the kind of man who might end up leaving a tattoo on my sex life that I’ll enjoy looking at later.”
“I want you to understand who’s in charge of your climax the next few days,” he coolly said. “So there’s no misunderstandings.”
‘Innocence waiting to be fucked, he pleasantly thought. And his, he decided with the proprietary instincts of a modern princeling.’
“I like Hollywood happy endings.”
“I thought you might.”
“You say it like there’s something wrong with happily ever after.”
“On the contrary, if only it were true the world would be a better place.”
“Cynic.”
“Welcome to my reality.”
“That’s what comes from making too much money.”
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"He was too perfect, she wanted him too much, it was madness."
"You're my dangerous unknown, my high-risk rush, my obsession."
"You'll like what I'm going to do to you."
"You're the kind of man who might leave scars."
"He didn't believe in magic, but if he did, he would have found her magical. A sweet escape from the cynicism of his life."

"Its frightening to be this obsessed."




