Even gone she was dominating his mind with her dark games, the wicked witch definitely not dead and gone for him. ‘I’m like the cowering lion missing courage, the scarecrow ripped apart with his brain gone, and the tin-man rusted with his heart stolen – just like in the Wizard of Oz. Why won’t she just melt away from my mind.’
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Catherine Everdene is an independent, stubborn career woman who likes attention and being in control. With the nickname ‘Icy Bitch’, she has a penchant for using her flirtatious sparkle to win over a boardroom. While heading up a company department in London, she meets stoical Dillon Oak and seduces his mind into complete domination. Her love-triangle starts in New York when she catches the attentions of the obsessive William Boldwood, the CEO of one of the DeChartine companies, and the real trouble starts when the charming alpha-male lawyer, Troy Selgent, sets his sights on winning her.
Who will eventually win her heart? More to the point, who will survive to win her heart?
Based on Thomas Hardy's original classic love story, Far From the Madding Crowd, Everdene is set in modern day London, New York and the countryside of Dorset (England). All of Hardy's original characters feature in Everdene, from the obsessive Boldwood to the dashing Troy, and as Catherine progresses in her career and her relationships, she learns more about herself and the dangers of her flirtations.
A classic romance, re-told with erotic undertones of domination and submission, Everdene is an emotional journey of love, heartbreak, death and friendship.
“Take off your shoes and clothes. I don’t want water dripped everywhere,” she said, just as suddenly as her observation; apparently she didn’t know the courtesy concept – only this freakish one.
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‘Maybe a husband-slave has his uses . . . vibrators can’t carry suitcases’
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With that her prank was set in motion; awaiting the arrival of Boldwood at work on Monday, and his opening of the hand-written addressed envelope marked ‘Private and Confidential’ that contained a card loaded with a gun of erotic suggestion.
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Now he didn’t want the job long-term – he just wanted to fix what he’d left unfinished. Dillon was still being the knight in shining armor, only now he was there only to save the people, and not their Queen.
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“Troy Selgent, but you, my lady, can call me Troy – or anything you like for that matter.” He handed her a business card and smiled, a salacious grin as he emphasized the ‘British lady reference’ and ‘call me anything’ parts.
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‘Wow, for a guy, he really is a romantic, sentimental wordsmith.’
* * *
“So Neanderthal – I’ve been dragged into your cave,” she replied, rolling her eyes at him.
* * *
He looked down at the object; Catherine hadn’t stopped him coming into her office, nor had she hurriedly concealed the box - or the contents. Inside was a highly polished wooden object – a strange sort of bow shape with two wing screws at either end. On closer inspection, he saw that the shape was in fact two thinner shapes screwed together, and in the centre was a small rectangular hole. He recalled seeing a similar object sitting on a shelf in Mistress Avianne’s basement room back in London.
“I don’t know what it is,” said Catherine, looking blankly at him.
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“Yes, because New York socialite strong-minded women go around with labels saying ‘I whip men for fun’,” replied Liddy sarcastically.