LOSING CONTROL (Kerr Chronicles #1) by Jen Frederick ~ Review & Excerpts

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Title: Losing Control
Author: Jen Frederick
Release Date: May 27th 2014

Genre: Contemporary Romance

I’d do anything to keep my mother alive.

Anything, including ask Ian Kerr for help. I don’t know much about him, except that he has more money than some small countries. And he’s willing to spend it on me. Just one catch: there’s a string attached, and not just the one I feel pulling me into his arms and his bed. There’s also the plan for revenge he wants my help with.

Every time he says my name, it makes my body shiver and my heart stutter. I know he’s going to wreck me, know there won’t be anything left of me but lust and sensation by the time he’s done with me, but even though I can see the heartbreak coming towards me like a train, ready to crash into me, I can’t get out of the way. I want what he makes me feel. Want what he’s offering.

This may have started out as something to save my mother, but now…now it’s about what he makes me feel. I’m in danger of losing everything that’s important. Worse? Ian’s whispered words and hot caresses are making me believe that’s okay.

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MILD EXCERPT

“Bad morning?”

The question comes from a rich deep voice to my right. Some stupid actor, probably. The notes of his voice are perfectly modulated as if he spent years perfecting the tone and depth to reach the biggest audience.

“Yeah, what’s it to you?” I challenge because I’m not in the mood to be chatted up by some wannabe in an off, off Broadway production who wants to try out some new lines on a messenger girl.

My sneering gaze melts right off my face when it lands on the owner of the voice. Dark haired and dark eyed, the stranger gives me a slow smile as I take him in. He’s tall, much taller than my five foot four inch frame. I have to trek upward to see the entire package.

And there’s so much to appreciate from his trim waist to the wide shoulders encased in a gray wool suit coat that fits him so well I wonder if he was sewn into it. Tiny stitches on the lapel mark it’s expensive provenance. A dark tanned neck gives way to a firm chin and lush lips.

Bee stung is the description that I’ve heard used to describe the same look on super models. Those lips are about the only soft thing on his face. Those lips and a hollow on the side of his face that appears when those plush lips curve upward. The divot is too shallow and wide to be termed a dimple, but it’s just as devastating.

One hand is stuck in a pocket and his jacket is pushed behind the hand to reveal a flat stomach. No desk paunch on this guy. There’s an intense sexual aura about him. The nonchalant stance, the dark gaze, the lush lips are all an invitation to rip the buttons of his snowy white shirt apart and see exactly what lies underneath all of those fabrics.

I stick a thumb under my jaw under the guise of giving my chin a scratch just to make sure my mouth is closed. This guy? He can practice lines with me all he wants.

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EXTRA HOT EXCERPT

“What makes you think I’ll be done with you?” He says and he moves my hands upward until they meet in an arch above my head and he can grip my wrists in one big fist. Free, his left hand slides down my arm, leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake. His mouth is on my chin, my jaw, and then my neck. He’s tasting me, pressing the flat of his tongue against my racing pulse. “Maybe I’ll never be done with you and your solid gold pussy.” At the last word, he closes his mouth over that pulse point and sucks hard. The only thing holding me up is his hand around my wrist. He pumps his thigh against me and an involuntary moan escapes my lips.

“I don’t care,” I manage to choke out this obvious lie because my body cares a lot. “I’m not a toy. You don’t get to put me in Barbie’s expensive town home and play with me until you’re bored. I’m a fucking real person and my mom’s a real person. And we don’t need this shit right now.”

He doesn’t stop my diatribe but he doesn’t lift his mouth from my skin either. He’s sucking hard at the spot where my neck curves into my shoulder and his hand is under my ass, moving me backward and forward along his thigh. His other hand has worked its way under my shirt and is palming my breast, a large thumb rubbing my nipple. I realize my hands are free and that I’ve been holding them above my head while he rubs all over me. When I drop my hands to his shoulders I find I can’t push him anyway. Instead, I’m using his shoulders as leverage to grind down on his thigh.

The nerve endings of my sex are hyper sensitized and I swear I can feel every thread of his superfine wool pants. His leg moves, a tiny hitch, but it interrupts the rhythm and removes the pressure. “Don’t you stop,” I threaten him, all the heat in my tone has turned from anger to throaty desire.

“Shh, bunny, I got you.” He lifts me completely and spins me around. I have no option but to wrap my legs around him. A few quick steps and we’re in another bedroom with one giant bed and nothing much else. He tumbles me back onto the bed and then lowers himself on top of me, and there’s nothing in my field of vision but the hard planes of his face and the ruddy flush of desire on the high points of his cheekbones. He looks fierce and hungry.

Before I can capture another thought, his mouth is on mine and his hand is pushing aside the lace of my soaked panties. I’m moaning from both the feel of his thick tongue inside of my mouth and the sensation of one and then two of his fingers thrusting inside me. Sucking hard on his tongue, I lift my hips to grind against his hand.

His free hand spears my hair and tugs my head back as if he can’t get his tongue deep enough inside me. He tastes of spearmint and earthiness, of true desire. My whole body is alive and it’s straining toward him, toward completion. I brace my feet against the mattress, seeking more pressure. Breaking away from his mouth, I pant, “Harder. Fuck me harder with your fingers.”

I give him a quick once over. His suit is ruined. He never took even his coat off when he finger fucked me and I’m guessing the fragile wool wasn’t meant to be worn during any intense physical encounters. There are creases in the arms and shoulders were I clutched him and was that a … stain on his thigh. I ducked my head to hide my embarrassment. “You owe me a lot of explanations.”

“I’ll be here when you’re done. Come back and we’ll talk.”

I give him an absent nod but it’s not sufficient of a response for him. He strides over and tips my head back. “I’m having this suit bronzed, you know.”

My cheeks heat because I know he’s referring to the mark in the wool made from my arousal. He leans down and gives me a hard kiss. “Come back here tonight.” It’s a demand and not a question.

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MY REVIEW

LOSING CONTROL by Jen Frederick is easily one of the best books I’ve read this year. Her compelling story grabbed onto my heart almost immediately and never let it go. This first book in Jen’s Kerr Chronicles is a brilliantly written story of love, sacrifice, determination, family, passion, and revenge.

I loved her heroine, Victoria (or Tiny as her mother calls her) Corielli, and ached for the situation she was in. Her mother was everything to her and she was sick. Again. After three years in remission Sophie’s cancer is back. Ever since her mother was diagnosed the first time Victoria has taken full responsibility for her care, her doctor bills, and making sure she had a place to live. She has happily set any personal life aside to work at any job she could get to take care of her mother, but the new treatments needed are more than she could afford without taking on extra and dangerous work from her shady step-brother, Malcolm. Victoria is the kind of woman I strive to be. She has a pure heart, is strong, loyal, loving, selfless when it came to those she loved, extremely intelligent, fierce, independent, witty, passionate and nobody’s fool. I loved her snarky, independent mouth and attitude. The banter, sass and refusals she gives Ian are hilarious and just what that man, who was not use to being told no about anything, needed. It’s impossible not to admire her spunk and determination. She’s a woman who works hard to stay in control of her emotions and life, protecting her heart and her mother by doing so. She has no room in her life for romance or relationships so she is terrified of Ian and the way he makes her feel out of control.

Ian Kerr is a charming, good looking, extremely wealthy and powerful man who is use to women falling at his feet. Ian comes from a wealthy family who lost everything. The devastation was so great, in an indirect way he then lost both his parents by the age of fifteen. By his own intelligence, strength of will, determination and desire for revenge he has amassed his own outrageous fortune, an influential status, a reputation for being a ruthless businessman and a player who is rarely seen with the same woman twice. When he bumps into Victoria, as she is making doing her job as a bike courier, he is immediately attracted to her beauty and her quiet sensuality. When he invites her to come out with him, then kisses her senseless to gain her acquiescence and she still walks away from him, he is intrigued. When Malcolm sends her to his door, offering her to him (unknowingly to Victoria) he propositions her again, attempts to seduce her again, and she yet again turns him down, he is challenged and a little bit in love. This tiny woman has him obsessed and he can’t stop thinking about her. When he checks into her situation, he is even more impressed and determined to have her. Her goodness and selfless focus on caring for her mother brings out a protective instinct in Ian to in turn make sure both Victoria and Sophie are safe and cared for. Jen has written a man who’ll make every lover of romance swoon. Ian is every bit the powerful and sexy alpha male we all want who whispers dirty things in our ears and knows how to pleasure our body until we’re senseless AND the kind, generous, man who sees to our every need, comfort and concern AND has a past that has left him broken needing his own healing from the real love the right woman can offer him.

Until Ian became so determined to convince Victoria that he is serious about wanting her in his life forever, his sole focus had been to destroy the man who had destroyed his family. This plot is the reason he became involved with Malcolm and the reason Malcolm had sent Victoria to Ian (as well as a few women before her), although both Ian and Malcolm are very secretive about why Ian needs a woman to move forward with his plans. Jen provides several twists and turns for this aspect of the story which kept me turning the pages needing to know how the multi-layered conflict would work out. The danger and suspense add to the emotional storyline of Sophie’s illness and balance out the seduction and steamy sex scenes. It really is an incredible book that I highly recommend. 5 stars

~Complimentary copy received in exchange for a honest review~

Click to read excerpts and my review of the 2nd book in the Kerr Chronicles
TAKING CONTROL

 

AUTHOR BIOGRAPHY

Bestselling author Jen Frederick lives with her husband, child, and one rambunctious dog. She’s been reading stories all her life but never imagined writing one of her own. Jen loves to hear from readers so drop her a line at jensfrederick@gmail.com.

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