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606 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 16, 2013
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.In this installment of the Songs of Submission Series, we have the opportunity to delve more deeply into the psyche of Jonathan Drezen. The POV is no longer exclusively Monica's, Jonathan is now an active voice. The addition of his POV is fantastic, he gives us a slightly damaged but poignant perspective on the fragile yet volatile couple.
“I never made the decision to love you. But I decided to trust you. That was a choice.”Monica remains one of the most level headed heroines I've read in ages. She is struggling in these books, and the angst is off the charts, but she remains a fantastic character...
Her sexuality wasn’t coy or cute. She wasn’t saucy; she was feral. Her very presence on the earth stirred me.Jonathan and his haunted past make him an intriguing and mesmerizing character to follow. His point of view is raw and an absolute joy to read...




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I was desperate, on the edge of a cliff, a rope tied to my ankle and a boulder. The boulder was tipping over the edge of the cliff, and I would follow it to the bottom of the crevice.
It stung, and then pleasure blossomed like a thousand flowers.
I carried around an ache in my chest and a cloying desire on my skin.
My temper wasn't a fire burning out in a confused jumble of thoughts; it was a frozen lucidity, a clarity of intention whose sole purpose was to harm.