At the
Brink
At the Brink, #1
by Anna del Mar
Date of
Publication: May 2nd 2016
Publisher:
Carina Press
Cover
Artist: Carina Press
Genre:
Erotic Romance, Romantic Suspense, Contemporary Romance, SEAL Romance, Military
Romance
From The Book Junkie Reads . . . At the Brink (At the Brink, #1) . . .
WHOLLY SMOKES. . . forget all about Batman. . . forget the notion of Indecent Proposal (the movie). . . I could probably tell you to forget some other things but I forgot what they were. HOT, TANTALIZING, FORBIDDEN, DELECTABLE, ALLURING, APPEALING, MEANINGFUL, EROTIC.
There was so much here underneath the facades. Dual POV allowed for the true voice of both our main characters to carry with clarity and meaning. The true depths of their feelings, emotional vibes at each intersection, and hungry passion with each encounter was very revealing.
I feel as if I am not being clear or giving justice with this one. I usually have much to say on book that I LOVE, but now I feel my words will not be enough.
Erotic romance lovers this is a must read. Those on the fence not sure erotic romance is for them. Try this one. Those who have thrown erotic romance to the wayside. Comeback for this one.
BLURB
Josh Lane, decorated war hero and
former SEAL turned successful entrepreneur, is blunt, ruthless, intense and
exacting; a workaholic driven by internal demons, a man who doesn't play games,
except in bed, of course, where he is always in command.
When he meets Lily Boswell, a talented
but stifled artist trapped in a dangerous situation, he devises a sexual
agreement that explores their most primal erotic cravings, the only chance he
might have to protect her and vanish the demons that haunt his dreams.
Lily
I should never have agreed to it.
A woman will do a lot to keep her
husband happy. But when my husband sells me to the highest bidder—billionaire,
former navy SEAL, pride of Boston’s business scene—I agree, not to keep him
happy, but because it gives me the chance to finally escape. Escape my
marriage, escape my debts, escape my life…
Josh Lane demands a steep price: my
pride and my morals. But the truth is, I’ve never felt anything like what I
feel for him. He brings color into my gray world. And his insistence that I
submit to his commands—his depraved, filthy, amazing commands—only feeds my
craving to be taken by him. Again. And again.
I should never have agreed to it, but
I’m so glad I did.
Josh
I don’t need to pay to keep women in
my bed. Though my preferences may be unorthodox, I never leave a woman
unsatisfied—far from it. Lily Boswell, though… Her innocence draws me, her
secrets intrigue me. Having her is worth dealing with her cowardly scum of a
husband.
I want to release her passions and
heal her wounds.
On my terms.
Because the blindfolds and restraints
hide more than she could imagine. I must keep her safe from the people who
would destroy me—and the demons that haunt my dreams.
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“Well?” Josh said
from his side of the screen. “What are you waiting for?”
“Further
instructions.” I crossed my arms. “They’re coming, aren’t they?”
“How right you are.”
He laughed. “I do have a commission for you.”
“And what would you
have me paint?”
“Yourself.”
“Oh?” I had a moment
of confusion. “Do you want me to paint a self-portrait?”
“Kind of, but not
quite.”
How was that for a
reply that wasn’t one?
“Look at the spread
on the counter,” he said.
I got up and inspected
the neatly arranged supplies. An impressive array of high quality paint
brushes, sponges, rags and other tools lay next to several bowls of water. A
three-tiered display of paint jars rose against the wall, arranged along the
color wheel spectrum. I’d never heard of the brand before.
I unscrewed the cap
of one of the jars and inspected the paint. A bright yellow shone from the jar,
the color of sunlight, rich with pigment and thick as acrylic. I lowered my
nose to the jaw and sniffed carefully. I frowned. I knew my paints really well,
and this looked like a quality product, but it was most definitively not
acrylic, or oil, or anything I’d ever used before.
I capped the jar and
read the properties in the back panel. Water-based, quick dry, non-toxic, non-allergenic,
smudge-proof, cleans off easy. Cleans off easy? I turned the jar in my fingers
and spotted the label that confirmed what my brain had been screaming at me for
the last thirty seconds.
I met Josh’s amused
stare on the screen. “Body paint?”
“Yes, Lily.” His
smile widened. “So shed that robe and get to work.”
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Character
Interview
Lily Boswell,
the heroine of At the Brink talks
about Josh Lane
By Anna del Mar
My
new erotic romance, At the Brink,
just out from Carina Press, is a gritty, complex, kinky, explicit erotic
romance about intrigue, dark lust and sexual obsession that leads to redemption
and, yes, sweet, life-transforming love.
At the Brink is
the story of Josh Lane, a decorated war hero, a former SEAL and a Boston
business tycoon. He’s blunt, ruthless, intense and exacting; a workaholic
driven by internal demons; a man who doesn’t play games, except in bed, of
course, where he is always in command. When he meets Lily Boswell, a talented
but stifled artist trapped in a dangerous situation, he devises a sexual
agreement that explores their most primal erotic cravings, the only chance he
might have to protect her and banish the demons that haunt his dreams.
Today,
I’d like to introduce you to Lily Boswell, the heroine of the At the Brink, a character who’s dear to
my heart. At the beginning of the story, Lily is shy, insecure and beset by
crippling attacks of social anxiety. But as the story develops, Lily finds her
groove and discovers her strength. Her capacity to embrace sex as an avenue for
change and her courage to grow and evolve is one of the things that I like best
about her. But who better to tell us about Lily and how her story begins than
Lily herself?
How did you first meet Josh Lane?
Lily:
My
estranged husband, Martin Poe, forced me to go to this fancy benefit gala at
the Ritz on the Boston Commons. I didn’t want to go, because my marriage was
over and I wanted nothing to do with Martin and his schemes. I also suffered
from severe bouts of social anxiety. The last thing I wanted to do was hang out
at a party with a few thousand filthy rich strangers.
But
Martin had a new scheme to raise capital for his ailing company. It hinged on
an introduction to Josh Lane, the powerful tycoon who’d organized the benefit.
Back then I had no idea that the deal Martin was about to propose
involved—well—me. But Martin threatened me and I had no choice. So I went to
the Wounded Warrior Development Fund gala.
I
was at the party and I had just come out of the lady’s lounge, after having a
powwow with my lunch, when a drunken guest began to berate a wounded warrior's
service dog. It infuriated me that anybody would treat our country’s heroes
like that. I was about to give the jerk a piece of my mind when a newcomer took
charge. He defended the wounded warrior and dealt with the drunk. Then he
turned to me and my world changed forever.
His
name? Josh Lane.
What was your first impression of Josh
Lane?
Blue.
The newcomer unleashed the color blue in my mind, and not just any blue, but
the most spectacular blue of them all, cobalt blue, rich, deeply hued, velvety
and intense. When his eyes fell on me, adrenaline flushed through my veins in
buckets. He was handsome, but in a stern, forbidding, frightening way. He moved
fluidly, with purpose, intensity, confidence and elegance. He owned every
stride he took, every gesture he made. He owned the place too, the room, the
walls closing in on me, the air barely trickling into my lungs, the world all
around me. I wanted to run, and yet despite the urge, I couldn’t move, because
a ballroom full of strangers terrified me almost as much as the stare pinning
me to the wall.
What happened next?
Martin
struck. He tried to sell me to Josh Lane. I should never have agreed to it, but
I did, not to keep Martin happy, but because Josh’s proposal gave me the only
way to escape. Escape my marriage, my debts, my life…
Josh
Lane demanded a steep price: my pride and my morals. But the truth is, I’ve
never felt anything like what I feel for Josh. He brought color into my gray
world. And his insistence that I submit to his commands—his depraved, filthy,
amazing commands—only fed my craving to be taken by him. Again. And again.
I
should never have agreed to it, but I’m so glad I did. Because that’s how our
story began.
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Author
Info
Anna del Mar writes hot, smart
romances that soothe the soul, challenge the mind, and satisfy the heart. Her
stories focus on strong heroines struggling to find their place in the world
and the brave, sexy, kickass, military heroes who defy the limits of their
broken bodies to protect the women they love. Anna enjoys traveling, hiking,
skiing, and the sea. Writing is her addiction, her drug of choice, and what she
wants to do all the time. The extraordinary men and women she met during her
years as a Navy wife inspire the fabulous heroes and heroines at the center of
her stories. When she stays put—which doesn’t happen very often—she lives in
Florida with her indulgent husband and two very opinionated cats.
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In At the Brink, Josh Lane is blunt, ruthless, intense and exacting; a
workaholic driven by internal demons; a man who doesn’t play games, except in
bed, of course, where he is always in command. Lily Boswell is trapped in a
dangerous situation and Josh has no problem taking advantage of that—to protect
her and to get her into his bed.
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