Trillionaire Boys’ Club: The Producer
Publication date: January 10th 2017
Genres: New Adult, Romance
These hot, powerful men don’t impress me.
I’m not new to this secret club of billionaires. I know all about their Syndicate … and even some of their plans to control the world. I’m Alyssa Friggin’ Galloway, publicity genius, and I’ve dealt with all of them: Nathan Turner, who built the Boys’ Club, and even the insufferable Ashton Moran.
They’re all the same: all arrogance and bluster, using women like disposable things. I’m immune to their charms.
So why does the worst of the worst … Cole Freaking Ellison … intrigue me so much?
To stay afloat with all these MEN, I need to be tough. So I hold my ground. But Cole? He sees right through me to the vulnerable thing beneath.
Cole wants to control me. He wants to use me for his own pleasure.
And against all judgment, I want to let him.
The Producer is part of the Trillionaire Boys’ Club series by Aubrey Parker. Each book tells the story of one of the Club’s powerful members … and you’re going to want to collect them all.
I lean into him, and feel his arm wrap around me. I look up at him. “I know what I want. It’s not the same. I’d never try to control you. I’m strong. I won’t stop being strong. But with you? Here? I want to stop being strong. You were right, Cole. It’s exhausting to fight all the time. I don’t want to control you the way she did. I want you to control me. I’m yours, through and through, to do with as you wish.”
I fall silent. I can’t look at him. I’ve either done the boldest, most aggressive thing I’ve ever known a woman to do with a man, or I’ve been the most submissive version of myself that’s ever existed. I don’t know if I’m taking him over or surrendering to him. I don’t know if I’ve seized his reins, or laid myself bare to eviscerate.
For the first time, I’m embarrassed to be sitting here naked with him fully clothed, saying things it’s not in my character to ever say. I don’t know how he even got those words out of me — out of the Iron Bitch Alyssa Galloway. But he did. And I don’t know if I’ve done right or wrong.
I can only wait. Sit here as seconds tick by, waiting to see.
“You want it to continue,” he finally says.
“I need it to.” And with the words, I know I’m telling the truth.
“You won’t try and control me.”
“I want you to control me. For the time I’m with you, I want to be off-duty.” I mean this. I’ve never meant anything this much. “My life is so full, Cole. I’m always keeping schedules. I’m always deciding. I’m always in command. But right now, I want to be yours. Your possession, to do with as you please.”
Who the fuck am I? What the fuck am I saying?
Cole holds me for a second. His firm hands. The feel of his arm tight around me.
Then he picks me up and lays me on a plush rug in the middle of his hardwood floor.
“Cole,” I say as he begins to loosen his tie, his steely blue eyes upon me.
“You’re in charge. In your hands, I’m not in control.”
He nods. The tie is off. His big fingers crawl down the front of his shirt, baring his chest. “If that’s what you want.”
“But the rest of my life — the times when I’m not here with you. Those are my times. Those are my boundaries. You can’t tell me what to do then. You’re not my only client. Or my most important one. You cannot talk down to me or disrespect me. I earned my place. You can fuck me all you want. But never, Cole, are you to fuck with me.”
It’s the best of all worlds. Cole doesn’t need another Rachel to spar with and I don’t want to be her, fighting his imposing ways. This is my compromise. In the figurative bedroom, I’m Cole’s. But the rest of the time, I answer only to myself.
“Of course,” Cole says.
“So I need you to make me one promise.”
“I need to know that when I’m in your hands, I can trust you.” I swallow. “I don’t want to have to think when I’m with you. So you need to think for me. I’m giving you control. I’m closing my eyes and leaning backward, trusting that you’re behind me.”
“I’m here, Alyssa.”
“I want you to promise that if I start to fall, you’ll catch me.”
Cole nods assent.
And then he takes me.
I love to write stories with characters that feel real enough to friend on Facebook, or slap across the face. I write to make you feel, think, and burn with the thrill that can only come from getting lost in the pages. I love to write unforgettable characters who wrestle with life’s largest problems. My books may always end with a Happily Ever After, but there will always be drama on the way there.