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.
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.
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.
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.
“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?”
“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.”
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?
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.
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.
If you love Kristen Ashley…
Anna del Mar’s contemporary romance may be just up your alley. One of the things I love about Kristen is that she tends to write long, giving us a chance to dive into the characters and relationships, and Anna offers the same great escape. 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.