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Dark Desires
Obsession
Roman, a native of Hamburg, is cultured, go-to-hell handsome, wealthier than is good for anybody and nasty with it. But he has strong principles:
He loves his parents, especially his mother; he is the supreme commander-in-chief of his highly successful global businesses, which he built himself from the ground up; while he loves the fact that he is “what I am”, he adamantly refuses to be referred to as damaged; and he treats his "reigning queen" exactly like a queen, draping her in priceless gowns, jewels, and all the other accoutrements in exchange for her complete loyalty and sexual devotion. He Never two-times, not even for a one night stand, unless it’s a ménage with a “disposable” third party. In the bedroom, he's a nasty Taipan and only his rules count - but top among the rules is complete satisfaction of the woman/women. He prefers relationships that leave him the option to leg it when he wants to.He never takes whips, floggers, chains and the like to his woman as he believes strongly in “pleasure, not pain” for both partners, and he has many varied and effective ways of extracting and dispensing pleasure. Still, he thinks vanilla is something for the chef on the Queen Mary.
Then Roman meets the Eve that will bring his Dominant Adam teetering on the brinks of insanity... or maybe not quite. He’s suddenly wedged between three women:
Marie feels struck by thunder when Roman suddenly ends their eight-month relationship at the blink of the eye via telephone. However, she has an ace in her hands, which Roman does not know about. Marie is dead sure her incomparable weapon will lasso Roman right back to her.
Alyssa, heiress to a bakery imperium, falls hard for Roman at first sight. She believes she has found the love of her life and the dominant of her dreams. Until she is confronted with the reality that Roman is simply using her to get to her best girlfriend, Shana.
Shana is not only Alyssa’s BFF (best friends forever); the two are also lovers. Shana feels safer sharing love with a woman instead of a man ever since a disastrous relationship in her younger years turned her off all men forever – a secret she has shared with no one, but Alyssa and Shana’s older sister. Then Shana meets Roman, who pursues her relentlessly all over Europe. He is determined to make Shana his, and what Roman wants, Roman gets. However, is Shana ready for a relationship with a man? Besides, Alyssa is head over heels in love with Roman, and the last thing Shana would do is take the man Alyssa loves away from her beloved girlfriend.
Roman’s biggest problem is that he has never had a woman as a rival. How do you fight a female off the woman you want to be not only your sovereign territory, but also yours forever? Certainly not with fisticuffs. Even more challenging, how do you persuade the object of your ultimate desire that you are just what the doctor prescribed for her?
This is an adult only romance with definite literary leanings.
He loves his parents, especially his mother; he is the supreme commander-in-chief of his highly successful global businesses, which he built himself from the ground up; while he loves the fact that he is “what I am”, he adamantly refuses to be referred to as damaged; and he treats his "reigning queen" exactly like a queen, draping her in priceless gowns, jewels, and all the other accoutrements in exchange for her complete loyalty and sexual devotion. He Never two-times, not even for a one night stand, unless it’s a ménage with a “disposable” third party. In the bedroom, he's a nasty Taipan and only his rules count - but top among the rules is complete satisfaction of the woman/women. He prefers relationships that leave him the option to leg it when he wants to.He never takes whips, floggers, chains and the like to his woman as he believes strongly in “pleasure, not pain” for both partners, and he has many varied and effective ways of extracting and dispensing pleasure. Still, he thinks vanilla is something for the chef on the Queen Mary.
Then Roman meets the Eve that will bring his Dominant Adam teetering on the brinks of insanity... or maybe not quite. He’s suddenly wedged between three women:
Marie feels struck by thunder when Roman suddenly ends their eight-month relationship at the blink of the eye via telephone. However, she has an ace in her hands, which Roman does not know about. Marie is dead sure her incomparable weapon will lasso Roman right back to her.
Alyssa, heiress to a bakery imperium, falls hard for Roman at first sight. She believes she has found the love of her life and the dominant of her dreams. Until she is confronted with the reality that Roman is simply using her to get to her best girlfriend, Shana.
Shana is not only Alyssa’s BFF (best friends forever); the two are also lovers. Shana feels safer sharing love with a woman instead of a man ever since a disastrous relationship in her younger years turned her off all men forever – a secret she has shared with no one, but Alyssa and Shana’s older sister. Then Shana meets Roman, who pursues her relentlessly all over Europe. He is determined to make Shana his, and what Roman wants, Roman gets. However, is Shana ready for a relationship with a man? Besides, Alyssa is head over heels in love with Roman, and the last thing Shana would do is take the man Alyssa loves away from her beloved girlfriend.
Roman’s biggest problem is that he has never had a woman as a rival. How do you fight a female off the woman you want to be not only your sovereign territory, but also yours forever? Certainly not with fisticuffs. Even more challenging, how do you persuade the object of your ultimate desire that you are just what the doctor prescribed for her?
This is an adult only romance with definite literary leanings.
390 pages, Paperback
First published November 6, 2014
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A P von K'Ory
39 books154 followersA P von K’Ory writes the kind of books she herself would like to read and is passionate about, whether romance, psychological thriller, or nonfiction. Diversity is a must for her because it’s in her aristocratic DNA. Her family stretches from the Nilotes of Eastern African Nile Delta to Germany, France and the Walloons (Belgium). She lectures Economics and Sociology in Austria, Germany and Switzerland.
She is the winner of six awards from four continents.
The most annoying thing about her, for some readers, perhaps? She writes in British English. Yes, those double Ls, and calling an elevator a “lift” and adding Us like in “colour” or “neighbour”, plus the odd “plough”, “spelt”, “spilt”, “crept”, “knelt”, leapt and “learnt”. She does her best to try and avoid most of them when her MC is not British, often with some noteworthy success!
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She is the winner of six awards from four continents.
The most annoying thing about her, for some readers, perhaps? She writes in British English. Yes, those double Ls, and calling an elevator a “lift” and adding Us like in “colour” or “neighbour”, plus the odd “plough”, “spelt”, “spilt”, “crept”, “knelt”, leapt and “learnt”. She does her best to try and avoid most of them when her MC is not British, often with some noteworthy success!
Von K'Ory married an aristocrat and politician of Franco-German descent. She’s migratory and – weather willing – lives in their homes in Germany, France, Cyprus, and Greece.
You’re so very welcome to visit the author at:
www.apvonkory.com
Or subscribe at: https://apvonkory.com
Or contact her at: https://apvonkory.com/contact
You can Like her Facebook Author Page at:
https://www.facebook.com/AuthorAPVonKORY
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November 19, 2014
I received this ebook author in order to chronic honest. Very good novel to read our work in the aristocratic world of good German bourgeoisie . The story is very well written , I enjoyed reading it. The mixture of languages is also quite daring but very well leading into the history and the action is just like changing the road. I loved the Roman history, Mary. It's a very good romance to read.
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November 15, 2014
Roman is the sort of man who is used to having women falling at his feet, and although he has morals of a kind, he is in truth a womaniser. He’s not used to being turned down, so when someone does, that makes him more determined than ever. However, there are other women in his life. There follows a story full of complications, that left me breathless wanting more, and the need to know what happens in the end. I would highly recommend this book, and would love to read more by this author.
December 6, 2014
Here's what Mel Morningchild say:
"I magine the following: you’re a strong, independent woman. I mean really strong and independent – not the generic pseudo-strong who faints or falls on her arse and face at the first sight of The Man, who then slums them against the wall of the elevator and goes I’m going to f*ck you. Now – that abound out there for erotic lovers. And then imagine that you find yourself swept into his Alpha aura with pheromones that turn you into nothing but Mount Etna Womanhood you can’t deny him. Nor deny yourself. Roman is The Man. Svadishana – Shana – is The Womanhood. Here’s an excerpt of their first encounter at her home in Montreux, Switzerland, from Roman’s POV. Roman is in the company of Alyssa, Shana’s BFF and lover. But Alyssa is also Roman’s lover of a few weeks.
Watching her descent, I was forced into performing pirouettes to keep my gaze on this magnificent creature floating down to me like a goddess descending from heaven.
“I was still in the middle of my Pilates and yoga when you were announced.”
Flawless teeth adorned her megawatt smile through a baby mouth with bee stung lower lip. The bottom lip had a split down the middle. She was barefoot too, I could now tell, as she lunged forward from the bottom step onto the foyer to hug Alyssa, the towel dropping.
But I nimbly stepped between them and wrapped my arms around her naked damp skin, burning for her, and swirled her around in the air, my pirouettes a bit faster now. Heat. Blazes. Crackles. Voltages.
The amount of electrons moving through and between us had enough amps to power the entire Montreux Jazz Festival.
I worked hard not to have the both of us electrocuted.
“Ooops!” she squealed, completely taken unawares. Then she stiffened for a second. Right up there in the air where I held her high enough to look down from slightly above me. The bioelectrical activities within our bodies had hit her too.
“Mr Castell, what a very cordial reception, I must say.”
“And it’s sincere and heartfelt, Dr Lindqvist.”
“Which is all very well, Mr Castell. But this happens to be my home, not yours.”
Her voice was calm, which amazed me, because normally I put women all off their strokes by merely stepping into a room. There had never been an exception ever since my teenage years. Was all the banter just her Finishing School being polite to me or was she flirting with me?
It was hard to decode, and those eyes were missiles and directed to mine, raiding me from scalp to crotch and lower still, annihilating me. Nevertheless, nobody else existed here for me right now but the two of us.
“Stimulating,” I said. “And thoroughly invigorating.”
She stiffened some more and pressed on my shoulders – firmly but cloaked in heavy velvet veils of discretion – for me to put her down.
We spoke the same language; her Swiss finishing school and my British Eton gentleman. Except that my Eton was a rogue’s and not a perfect gentleman’s right now. She opened her mouth to say something but I stopped that with my own words.
“I meant your home, of course, Dr Lindqvist.”
“Thank you, Mr Castell.” She looked down at me as if she was an empress amused at a courtier’s clever remarks. “My information was that you came to apologise. Which does not by any means imply that you shouldn’t respond to your sensory impulses, Mr Castell. Many have made similar observations about this home, including my family members.”
Jesus. I made mental notes that I needed to take up swordsmanship, which she seemed to have perfected. I parried as best as I could at the moment, charmed and mesmerised, yes, even bewitched by her eyes. In this dire strait, forget Ulysses.
“No apologies. I’d repeat Milan again if I had half a chance, Dr Lindqvist.” I murmured that almost to myself as she pushed hard against my shoulders while I tried to nuzzle her moist throat.
“Then you should give some thought to what you prefer to convey as a first impression of you, Mr Castell. Our species encourage a civil social interaction with each other, especially in public.”
All the public we had was Alyssa. But that was her finishing school version of:
Are you crazy? Put me down right now, you fucking bastard!
“You’re right, Dr Lindqvist. You and I need to interact in privacy.”
Her cheeks coloured so deeply it was almost magenta. Flames of anger leapt from her Huskies, burning into my blues straight to my crotch. She even stopped pressing on my shoulders. Had she not been imprisoned in the tight corset of her breeding, she would be kicking her legs in the air and punching my shoulders.
And I had her in my arms at last. I tightened my hold around her waist.
“Mr Castell, I think you have enough decency to put me down, don’t you?”
I tightened my arms around her. Swirled her around slower. Much slower. Her moist skin got moister and her whole body heat could give me a sunburn. The heatstroke was already rampant in my frenetic sergeant.
“The decency, yes, Dr Lindqvist. But neither the wish nor the desire to, I’m afraid.”
Roman is a dominant Alpha who can chain you up without chains, leave welts of lashes all over your skin without a whip, and tie you up in complicated knots of acute desire without any ropes - a more dominant Dom is yet to be born..."
Thank you Mel (Submissions@AuthorMePro.eu)
"I magine the following: you’re a strong, independent woman. I mean really strong and independent – not the generic pseudo-strong who faints or falls on her arse and face at the first sight of The Man, who then slums them against the wall of the elevator and goes I’m going to f*ck you. Now – that abound out there for erotic lovers. And then imagine that you find yourself swept into his Alpha aura with pheromones that turn you into nothing but Mount Etna Womanhood you can’t deny him. Nor deny yourself. Roman is The Man. Svadishana – Shana – is The Womanhood. Here’s an excerpt of their first encounter at her home in Montreux, Switzerland, from Roman’s POV. Roman is in the company of Alyssa, Shana’s BFF and lover. But Alyssa is also Roman’s lover of a few weeks.
Watching her descent, I was forced into performing pirouettes to keep my gaze on this magnificent creature floating down to me like a goddess descending from heaven.
“I was still in the middle of my Pilates and yoga when you were announced.”
Flawless teeth adorned her megawatt smile through a baby mouth with bee stung lower lip. The bottom lip had a split down the middle. She was barefoot too, I could now tell, as she lunged forward from the bottom step onto the foyer to hug Alyssa, the towel dropping.
But I nimbly stepped between them and wrapped my arms around her naked damp skin, burning for her, and swirled her around in the air, my pirouettes a bit faster now. Heat. Blazes. Crackles. Voltages.
The amount of electrons moving through and between us had enough amps to power the entire Montreux Jazz Festival.
I worked hard not to have the both of us electrocuted.
“Ooops!” she squealed, completely taken unawares. Then she stiffened for a second. Right up there in the air where I held her high enough to look down from slightly above me. The bioelectrical activities within our bodies had hit her too.
“Mr Castell, what a very cordial reception, I must say.”
“And it’s sincere and heartfelt, Dr Lindqvist.”
“Which is all very well, Mr Castell. But this happens to be my home, not yours.”
Her voice was calm, which amazed me, because normally I put women all off their strokes by merely stepping into a room. There had never been an exception ever since my teenage years. Was all the banter just her Finishing School being polite to me or was she flirting with me?
It was hard to decode, and those eyes were missiles and directed to mine, raiding me from scalp to crotch and lower still, annihilating me. Nevertheless, nobody else existed here for me right now but the two of us.
“Stimulating,” I said. “And thoroughly invigorating.”
She stiffened some more and pressed on my shoulders – firmly but cloaked in heavy velvet veils of discretion – for me to put her down.
We spoke the same language; her Swiss finishing school and my British Eton gentleman. Except that my Eton was a rogue’s and not a perfect gentleman’s right now. She opened her mouth to say something but I stopped that with my own words.
“I meant your home, of course, Dr Lindqvist.”
“Thank you, Mr Castell.” She looked down at me as if she was an empress amused at a courtier’s clever remarks. “My information was that you came to apologise. Which does not by any means imply that you shouldn’t respond to your sensory impulses, Mr Castell. Many have made similar observations about this home, including my family members.”
Jesus. I made mental notes that I needed to take up swordsmanship, which she seemed to have perfected. I parried as best as I could at the moment, charmed and mesmerised, yes, even bewitched by her eyes. In this dire strait, forget Ulysses.
“No apologies. I’d repeat Milan again if I had half a chance, Dr Lindqvist.” I murmured that almost to myself as she pushed hard against my shoulders while I tried to nuzzle her moist throat.
“Then you should give some thought to what you prefer to convey as a first impression of you, Mr Castell. Our species encourage a civil social interaction with each other, especially in public.”
All the public we had was Alyssa. But that was her finishing school version of:
Are you crazy? Put me down right now, you fucking bastard!
“You’re right, Dr Lindqvist. You and I need to interact in privacy.”
Her cheeks coloured so deeply it was almost magenta. Flames of anger leapt from her Huskies, burning into my blues straight to my crotch. She even stopped pressing on my shoulders. Had she not been imprisoned in the tight corset of her breeding, she would be kicking her legs in the air and punching my shoulders.
And I had her in my arms at last. I tightened my hold around her waist.
“Mr Castell, I think you have enough decency to put me down, don’t you?”
I tightened my arms around her. Swirled her around slower. Much slower. Her moist skin got moister and her whole body heat could give me a sunburn. The heatstroke was already rampant in my frenetic sergeant.
“The decency, yes, Dr Lindqvist. But neither the wish nor the desire to, I’m afraid.”
Roman is a dominant Alpha who can chain you up without chains, leave welts of lashes all over your skin without a whip, and tie you up in complicated knots of acute desire without any ropes - a more dominant Dom is yet to be born..."
Thank you Mel (Submissions@AuthorMePro.eu)
January 4, 2015
Sexy and obsessive!
An amazing entrance into the world of Roman, a very wealthy man, and his dark desires ... women. His desires are the dominance of over his women, but he believes in 'pleasure, not pain.". Well written story about his lifestyle and his relationship with his mother. I found this story extremely interesting and I read it from cover to cover. The characters were real and relatable, even if the desires are only in the mind. Roman lives out his desires and doesn't hide who he truly is, and his relationship, even him trying to end the one with Maria, plays a big part in his life. If you're into reading about deep desires and into the dominant and submissive world, this is the story to start with. Highly recommended.
An amazing entrance into the world of Roman, a very wealthy man, and his dark desires ... women. His desires are the dominance of over his women, but he believes in 'pleasure, not pain.". Well written story about his lifestyle and his relationship with his mother. I found this story extremely interesting and I read it from cover to cover. The characters were real and relatable, even if the desires are only in the mind. Roman lives out his desires and doesn't hide who he truly is, and his relationship, even him trying to end the one with Maria, plays a big part in his life. If you're into reading about deep desires and into the dominant and submissive world, this is the story to start with. Highly recommended.
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