Title: Salvage Her Heart
Author: Shelly Pratt
Gerne: Contemporary Erotic Romance
Expected
Release Date: March
1, 2014
Synopsis
Alex
If women
tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. People say I’m arrogant
and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to me in the
first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident, self-assured man
who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I wanted when it came
to Evie …
Evie
I thought
he was what I wanted. I thought he would be perfect. I dreamed of my prince
charming – loving me and being the one who I could tell my deepest, darkest
fears to. Now all I fear is him. When I found out the truth of not only his,
but my parents’ deception, all I wanted to do was run – run as far as I could
from my godforsaken life and start again somewhere where nobody would know my
name. In reality, I knew that wasn’t possible … well, not until I met Grayson
Glines.
Grayson
Oh, she’s
cute alright, but damaged too. Not weak, though, please don’t mistake the two.
This girl has fight and balls of steel. She’s got a hard stare that makes you
look away, shy that she’s caught you gazing. And her eyes, man, they’re
something else. What do they tell me?
Set me
free.
Prologue - Alex
**Please note – the following is unedited and remains subject to change. Worldwide copyright laws are observed.**
If women
tell you they don’t like power, they’re fucking lying. They do like it, and do
you know how I know this? They’ve all become a little too obsessed with books
and movies that make masochistic males out to be the good guys. So as I tell
you my side of the story, remember, I’m the good guy. Well, at the very least,
I’m good-looking.
People say
I’m arrogant and rude, which is laughable when that is what has drawn them to
me in the first place. I would prefer to think of myself as a confident,
self-assured man who knows what he wants. And I most definitely knew what I
wanted when it came to Evie.
That girl
wasn’t like the others, which is probably why I took the whole game to another
level and had to put a ring on her finger. I wanted her as my property. She
needed to be mine to do what I wanted with; mine to control. She was a
challenge. Even now I can see it in her eyes as she’s gagging on my cock. Now
don’t go and get all soft on me. You think she really doesn’t want this?
Bullshit. She’s a great actress, the theatrics all being part of the game. It
makes it more exciting for me and her if she puts up a little resistance.
Do you know
what I like best about Evie? Her mouth. She’s got these luscious lips that are
full and plump. I’m preferable to her painting them with a red glossy lipstick
because it gets me off to see the bright stain around my cock as she gives me
head. Like the clothes she wears and the way she acts, I control everything
down to her make-up. I have her wear the kind of make-up that I’m preferable
to. Don’t judge. I told you, I like control.
It’s been
a long day. I’ve had conferences with clients and dinner with business
partners. We’ve only just returned to our apartment in the city but my night is
far from over. There will always be more work, it’s the nature of the beast. I
didn’t get to being CEO of my own company by slacking off. Labouring jobs are
for losers. Sure, I had a privileged upbringing and was born with the
proverbial silver spoon in my mouth, but I still believe in good work ethics.
Rome wasn’t built in a day, and if I want to continue on my path of wealth and
success then I’m damn well going to put my work before absolutely everything.
First
things first, though. Despite the lateness of the evening, I wanted a little
release. I wanted those red lips on my cock, sucking me until my balls cease to
ache with lust. I’m not going to stop until I’ve squirted my seed into her
throat and made her swallow the whole damn lot.
Nights
like these, I prefer to sit in my leather chair that faces out of the panorama
glass windows that afford views over the Brisbane River. The lights of the
Story Bridge twinkle back at me and the water looks dark, murky and mysterious
under the night sky. I bought this apartment as a wedding gift for Evie, but
for the most part I don’t think she likes it. Ungrateful springs to mind,
although it could just be the company. I’m seriously laughing as I tell you
that, because to be honest, I don’t give a fuck whether she likes me or not.
She’s mine and that’s all that matters.
While
downing my fifth scotch for the evening, I beckon her to me. She says nothing,
but she knows what I want. Forget the elephant in the room; it’s a bit hard to
hide my bulging erection that I’ve freed from my pants. Most people would be
worried about getting their four hundred dollar trousers dirty. Not me. That
kind of money is pocket change in my world. Despite her eagerness to oblige me,
there is a reason behind her willing to please. I mean come on, if you haven’t
figured it out already you’re not as smart as I thought you were. Okay, I’ll
spell it out for you any way. I get a little rough. Not all the time, but if
you don’t give me what I want, well, let’s just say there are consequences.
‘On your
knees’. There was no need for the command, but fuck, I’ve got to say I like the
sound of my own voice. It’s rich, deep, commanding and powerful. It speaks of a
man who has always gotten what he wants. Evie is no exception. I wanted her
then and I want her now. She obliges me by sliding to her knees, her silk
stockings making it slippery on the tiles for her. She grabs my knees to steady
herself before leaning forward to take me in her mouth, all the while not
making eye contact with me. I let her get away with it for the minute, but my
patience has limits.
Her mouth
is hot and wet. It is utter delight as her lips start to move back and forth
over my shaft, messily leaving behind her lipstick as she does. As she goes to
work on me, I down the last of my drink before taking her carefully done braid
in my grasp. Evie is definitely in my league as far as looks go. She’s got
long, blonde hair that has never seen the inside of a salon. All the streaks
and highlights are from time spent outdoors. Sometimes she likes to challenge
me on my rule of her keeping it natural. I think her opposing opinions are
merely to rile me up so that I put her in her place. Yes, I do think she secretly
likes me smacking her arse. It may belittle her at the time but you can be rest
assured it makes her think twice before raising the subject again. I refuse to
have my wife look like some fake, tarted-up bimbo. I want her looking natural –
well, except for the red lippy. The red lipstick stays.
I’m not
going to give it up easily. I’m going to make her work for it. Hell, I even
zone out for a while, taking in the city that is my playground. Living and
working in a town that is fast becoming a place that doesn’t sleep is like a
drug. The more I immerse myself in it, the more I want to be king of this
empire. Slowly but surely I’m putting other companies out of business. Pretty
soon I’m going to have everything I ever dreamed of.
Evie is
sucking greedily now. Not because she’s into it, because she’s not. Oh let’s be
honest! She just wants me to give it up so she can get the job over and done
with. I know she doesn’t mind me fucking her vanilla, but blowjobs have never
been her thing. She tried to pull off me once just as I was about to come. What
a mistake. She’s never tried to pull that shit again, although she still gags,
the reflex an unbreakable trait. Like now, for example; even in the darkly lit
living room I can see her eyes beginning to water as my dick swells against the
back of her throat. I’m sure she can taste my pre-come – the salty, bitter
fluid already affording her a taste of what’s to come.
I slide a
little lower in my leather seat, thrusting just that little bit more inside of
her mouth. She tries to back off, although there’s no escape. Her braid that is
wound tightly around my fist is tugged ever so slightly, a reminder that I have
control of her head. I’m close and she knows it. I can feel her reposition my
dick towards the back corner of her mouth where her molars are so she doesn’t
have to taste my semen on her taste buds. If I was any kind of man, which I am,
I should be rather insulted by this – which I am. And when I’m insulted, I’m
not very forgiving.
When I
come, I come hard. And no, it’s not aimed at the back of her mouth like she’d
have liked. Pulling her hair makes her wince and she loses some of the suction
on my shaft, her lips making sucking and slurping noises as she tries to
reposition me back to where she’d like me. Unfortunately for her, she’s too
late. Her perfectly positioned tongue is only lapping at the eye of my cock
when I blow in her mouth. I’ve got to give her credit for her spunk because she
does try to pull away. Unsuccessfully, I might add. My grip on her hair forces her
to remain right where she is. I keep her there until I’m licked clean. Getting
a blow job is not as good as fucking her pussy, but it sure comes a close
second. I never give her the satisfaction of pleasurable sounds coming from my
mouth, though, because that would be giving her the green light that she has in
some way pleased me. And with the knowledge that she has pleased me would give
her power. Power I don’t want her to have.
There may,
or may not be tears in her eyes tonight. They have no effect on me whatsoever.
I dismiss her to bathe before bed while I pour myself a refill of scotch.
Twenty-two stories below, people are still walking the boardwalk that runs
along the river’s edge. Some are alone, others huddled together like love
birds. It’s a sentiment I’m not familiar with. My whole life is lived like a
business transaction. I know I like having Evie in my life and I know I like
the status of being a married man. But love, well, it’s not for me.
In the
beginning I know Evie foolishly thought that it could be that way between us.
Like her parents, she was lured into the deception I was selling. Trust me when
I say, no one sells lies like I do. I showed them what they wanted to see;
revealed the parts of me and my life that would be desirable by a family like
theirs. Each and every one of them fell hook, line and sinker. It’s laughable,
really, that one family could be so gullible. I’m sure over the last three
years they’ve all tried to think a way out of the Alex Stratford contract, but
all I can say is, ‘Over my dead body,’ or more likely, over theirs.
©Copyright
2013/2014 Shelly Pratt
About the Author
S. Pratt
is a multi-genre author who lives on the east coast of Australia in northern
New South Wales with her husband and two children. She has a choc Labrador,
Scooby-Doo, and two little mice that the kids promised they'd look after. This
is now Shelly's job, amongst other things. Things you may not know about
Shelly? She has four tattoos and would love more, is only now in her 30's
becoming a wine whore and is a fiercely, loyal friend.
Shelly's
breakout novel, Ruined and companion novella, Ruining Angel are contemporary
romance fiction books available on kindle and print from the Amazon store.
Sanctuary
of Mine is her latest work in the New Adult Romance genre. (Graphic Design by
Cover It Designs). Available NOW.
Beloved
Soul by Shelly Pratt is available through Amazon and is published through
Eternal Press. Please note that Beloved Soul's cover artwork, editing and
publication are all done through Eternal Press.
All other
novels are written and published by S. Pratt. Editing acknowledgements go to
those who are listed on each individual book title.
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