Title: Surrender To Me
Author: Monica James
Release Date: October 21, 2013
Genre: New Adult
Ava Thompson left the love of her life, Jasper White, to unearth her destiny. Even though the decision was the toughest of her life, it was the only way for Ava to grow into the woman she’s always wanted to become.
Sadly, that destiny has led her back to the place that broke her.
Singapore.
And more importantly, it has led her back to the man who broke her.
Harper.
But Ava is no longer the scared, lost girl she once was. Ava is stronger, and she will not allow her past, taint her future.
Six months later, Ava travels back to Los Angeles for an event that embraces the true meaning of love. Sadly for Ava, her meaning of true love has been lost.
And that’s because of one life changing event that has altered her life forever.
Los Angeles is not how Ava left it. Things have changed. People have changed. She has changed. But what has remained untouched is her passionate love for Jasper White.
But does Jasper feel the same?
Have you read I Surrender, the first book in the series?
Singapore has stolen a piece of Ava Thompson.
It took one life shattering moment, for her to realize, her EX is not the man she believed him to be. Returning home to Los Angeles was never going to be easy for Ava. Her heart has been shattered to smithereens and she’s convinced it’ll never heal. Or, so she thought.
Enter Jasper White.
Unbeknown to Ava, Jasper White will change her life forever.
The attraction is instantaneous which troubles Ava, who has sworn off men indefinitely. But, she is finding resisting Jasper, with his tousled bedroom hair and piercing cerulean eyes, harder than she ever imagined. And that’s because Jasper knows what he wants, and he wants Ava.
But, can Ava surrender to her feelings for the one man who compels her to love again? Because, what happens if love does not triumph all? What happens if love isn’t enough?
Wishful Thinking
After the day I have just had, all I want to do is soak in the large tub and forget my troubles for an hour.
My eyes drift shut and after a while, everything begins to become blurred and muddled, and I know I am dreaming. My other senses are on high alert, as my vision is totally shaded- so I am relying on my other four senses to get me through, without being totally blind sighted.
My sense of hearing prickles in awareness as the bathroom door closes softly, and the soft patter of bare feet, glides along the tiled floor.
My sense of smell inhales the woody, familiar fragrance, which has my sense of taste, salivating in desire. But it’s my sense of touch, which has every single one of my senses, running crazy laps around the moon.
His warm, welcoming fingers caress my wet, soapy skin, and I can’t help the mewl which passes through my parted lips, desperate to feel more.
“You’re so soft,” the familiar voice murmurs as he strokes the exposed flesh of my knee, which sits above the bathwater.
My insides are screaming at me to pull away, but I can’t. I want him. I always have, and I don’t think that’ll ever stop.
The soft touch continues down my leg, and stops upper thigh. I am afraid to speak, or move, because I know once I do, the dream will shatter and reality will take over and become my nightmare.
“Don’t leave me,” I say, barely above a whisper.
“I never could. We belong together, Ava.”
My heart sings in joy because he wants me. Jasper White wants me as much as I want him.
Nodding slowly, I whimper as I feel his fingers crawl higher up my thigh. But suddenly, his fingers feel wrong. They are broad and clumsy, not elegant or warm like the fingers of whom I know by heart.
Inhaling deeply, I realize the familiar scent is not the one I wished it was. It’s stronger and sharper, and I want to recoil, to pull away.
But the fingers keep crawling higher and higher, attempting to seek entrance into a place I do not grant him permission to enter.
I will my eyes open, because this is sure to become a nightmare, quick smart, if I don’t stop him.
When I see the aroused eyes of my fiancée, my heart continues to gallop in my chest, traumatized by the fact that it’s his hands on me, and not that of the man I want with every morsel of my soul.
My five senses are fired because they have tricked me into thinking that the touch was that of Jasper, not of that of the man I am going to marry.
Not of the man I so desperately need to forget.
But can’t.
Monica James spent her youth devouring the works of Anne Rice, William Shakespeare and Emily Dickinson. Listening to the likes of Elvis to Fiona Apple and everything in between has been her inspirational tool to write. Her varied musical and literary tastes have shaped her into the writer she has become. Monica partook in extra Literature and Writing studies in High School. She studied a Bachelor of Arts, Humanities and Social Sciences at La Trobe University Victoria, Australia, majoring in Philosophy and Cinema Studies for three years. When she is not writing she is running her own business, but always finds a balance between the two. Monica enjoys reading honest, heartfelt and turbulent stories that leave an imprint on her. She put pen to paper because she wanted to write a book that she would want to read. She draws inspiration from her surroundings, hopeful others enjoy reading about the world as she sees it.
