28-year-old Colin Corrette comes from a dark complicated background. In his mind, he was born without the ability to love and without a soul. What can be expected from the product of crime? But deep down he wants to be more than his past, more than the spawn of his father. This is where his need to control comes in. He needs it, without it he is lost and in his mind, a predator. Colin exercises control in his business, in his personal life, and most importantly in his sex life. He is looking for something or rather someone. Who that is, he doesn't really know until she sits down for a job interview at his company. 
When 18-year-old Emery Palmer interviews for an intern position at Corrette Enterprises he is instantly drawn to her. He desperately wants her to be his. Most intriguing of all she has never been loved by a man, never been properly taken care of by one and most electrifying? She has never been touched by a man. She could be all his, and he could give her everything and more. But will she agree to everything he wants from her? What about his desperate want to put his child inside her? 

When Emery Palmer interviews for an intern position she is young, naive and perhaps a little too innocent. After running from her latest group home she finds herself homeless and living on the streets of Chicago Illinois, so when she interviews for a job at Corrette Enterprises there is not much she can lose. Turns out that was a lie too.

You Are Mine: I Can Give You Everything

"Miss Palmer, good morning, what can I get you for breakfast this morning?" 


I blink sleepily at London as I slowly lower myself into one of the barstools. Did I sleep too much? Why was I more tired than I was when I went to sleep? Maybe it was the nightmare I had. I don't even remember anything that happened in it just that I had it. I look around before turning back to London. 


London pours me a cup of coffee placing it down in front of me. "He went to the gym rather early; he should be back shortly." 


"Does he ever sleep in?" I ask with a small curious tilt of my head. 


London laughs a little stepping over to the fridge, "if Mr. Corrette is sleeping past six, he has a rather terrible flu or he is with a woman. What can I get you to eat, ma'am?" 


"I've got it," London says with a wave of her hand. 


True Excitement