| Author: | Angela Rose | ISBN: | 9781310548291 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose | Publication: | January 14, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords | Language: | English |
| Author: | Angela Rose |
| ISBN: | 9781310548291 |
| Publisher: | Angela Rose |
| Publication: | January 14, 2015 |
| Imprint: | Smashwords |
| Language: | English |
A persistent celebrity photographer begins to lose her scruples and will do just about anything to get the shot. When she finally gets the opportunity to film the elusive and secretive billionaire James Black, she quickly discovers that people are not at all what they may seem. She may be changing careers by the time he is finished with her! Warning: Highly explicit BDSM content. 18+
“Don’t look so proud of yourself Miss Sawyer. Like I said, I know all of my stalkers. My question is…what made you go from writing and investigating pieces that make a difference in the world, to snapping shots of the rich and famous, and intruding on their lives the way you do?” he asked, now leaning back in his chair and crossing his bare suntanned legs. As he looked at me in an overtly expectant way, my hands instinctively pulled at my handcuffs. A mild ache in my right shoulder that was stemming from having it pressed straight back was beginning to really bug me.
A persistent celebrity photographer begins to lose her scruples and will do just about anything to get the shot. When she finally gets the opportunity to film the elusive and secretive billionaire James Black, she quickly discovers that people are not at all what they may seem. She may be changing careers by the time he is finished with her! Warning: Highly explicit BDSM content. 18+
“Don’t look so proud of yourself Miss Sawyer. Like I said, I know all of my stalkers. My question is…what made you go from writing and investigating pieces that make a difference in the world, to snapping shots of the rich and famous, and intruding on their lives the way you do?” he asked, now leaning back in his chair and crossing his bare suntanned legs. As he looked at me in an overtly expectant way, my hands instinctively pulled at my handcuffs. A mild ache in my right shoulder that was stemming from having it pressed straight back was beginning to really bug me.
