Control

I wake up terrified, humiliated, and chained to a wall.The shackles around my wrists mean only one thing.He owns me now. With his dark glares and barked orders, he is dangerous.He is my tormentor, my captor, a threat to my very existence. Not to be toyed with.Even if my frightened mind whispersmaybeEven if I am very curious how such a man came to be.I am still his dark and twisted pet, to cherish or to scorn.And I am starting to love the darkness...



Jessa James grew up on the East Coast but always suffered a severe case of wanderlust. Shes lived in six states, had a variety of jobs and always comes back to her first true love writing. Jessa works full time as a writer, eats too much dark chocolate, has an iced-coffee and Cheetos addiction, and cant get enough of sexy alpha males who know exactly what they want and arent afraid to say it. Dominant, alpha-male insta-luv is her favorite to read (and write).