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Their romance was a modern-day fairy tale: handsome older millionaire falls hard for struggling young waitress. Robert swept Elsie off her feet?and into his bed?put a huge diamond on her finger and spirited her away in his private jet destined for happily-ever-after.

Eight years later, Elsie Kolstadt realizes the clock has finally struck midnight. The five-star restaurants, exclusive address and exotic vacations can no longer make up for ...
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Their romance was a modern-day fairy tale: handsome older millionaire falls hard for struggling young waitress. Robert swept Elsie off her feet—and into his bed—put a huge diamond on her finger and spirited her away in his private jet destined for happily-ever-after.

Eight years later, Elsie Kolstadt realizes the clock has finally struck midnight. The five-star restaurants, exclusive address and exotic vacations can no longer make up for Robert's obsessive desire to control everything about their life together. From her hairstyle to her music playlists, Robert has things just the way he wants them. No matter what.

But it's Robert's ultimate, unforgivable manipulation that finally shocks Elsie into action. Though divorce would strip her of everything, she can't live under Robert's roof any longer. Making her decision easier is Dion Carter, a high-school football coach with a heart of gold and a body of sculpted steel. Suddenly Elsie is deep in a steamy affair that could cost her everything—because Robert will stop at nothing to keep Elsie under his thumb.

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781459242586
  • Publisher: Spice
  • Publication date: 5/15/2012
  • Sold by: HARLEQUIN
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition description: Original
  • Pages: 384
  • Sales rank: 509,131
  • File size: 579 KB

Meet the Author

Kayla Perrin

Kayla Perrin has been writing since the age of thirteen. She is a USA TODAY and Essence bestselling author of dozens of mainstream and romance novels and has been recognized for her talent, including twice winning Romance Writers of America’s Top Ten Favorite Books of the Year Award. She has also won the Career Achievement Award for multicultural romance from RT Book Reviews. Kayla lives with her daughter in Ontario, Canada. Visit her at

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I gave myself a once-over in the bathroom mirror and smiled at my reflection. I looked good.

Sexy. Hot.

Hot enough that my husband wouldn't be able to resist me.

I'd flat-ironed my hair, giving my shoulder-length ebony locks the razor-sharp straight look I didn't wear often. Robert typically liked it softly curled. The straight hair, combined with the dress and dramatic makeup, gave me more of a high-fashion model or actress look. My hair had taken a good thirty minutes to perfect, but I was extremely pleased with the result.

I smoothed my hands over my black sheath dress. It was tight, hugging my curves. I'd put on a push-up bra to give me more cleavage, and the dress's V-neck exposed a teasing amount of flesh. A little too much?

I shook my head. No, I didn't think so.

I wasn't trying to be subtle in my sex appeal, though I was trying to be tasteful. What I wanted was my husband thinking of getting me home—and naked— during every moment of our dinner.

We needed something to get us into baby-making mood.

"Elsie, what's taking you so long?" I heard Robert call out to me. His voice was close, which meant he was in our bedroom. I'd left him downstairs watching CNN in the great room as I'd come to the master bathroom, locking the door so he couldn't inadvertently see me before I wanted him to. This was the second time he'd come up to check on me.

"I'm almost—"

"We have a seven-o'clock reservation," Robert said sternly. "It's six-twenty."

"I'm sorry, sweetheart," I said. "We'll get there. We've got enough time."

"We're going to midtown."

The doorknob rattled, but with the door locked, it didn't budge. "Open up, Elsie."

"Just give me a few more minutes." I wanted my look to be a surprise. We were going to The Melting Pot, a popular fondue restaurant in midtown Charlotte that always got rave reviews, and I wanted to look chic and sexy as I walked in on Robert's arm.

He knocked on the door now—fast, impatient. "Open the door, Elsie."

He was irritated. I could tell by his tone. He probably thought I was going to take another twenty minutes to finish getting ready. "Okay, I'm coming."

I applied my deep red lipstick, picked my LuLu clutch up off the vanity—and then spotted the necklace I'd forgotten to put on. Robert liked classic pearls, but they weren't right for this look, so I had decided on a six-strand beaded black necklace that I rarely wore.

"Jesus, Elsie!"

"I'm just putting my necklace on." I secured the clasp at the back of my neck. Then I slipped into my Jimmy Choo black patent shoes. Yes, I thought. Perfect.

"I'm coming," I called, and hurried to the door. I hoped Robert's tone was an indicator of his impatience, as opposed to a bad mood. I'd been looking forward to our first visit to The Melting Pot for ages, and I didn't want anything to sour our romantic evening.

I swung open the door and spread my arms. "Ta-da."

It took only a second for Robert's eyes to widen in surprise. That I expected. This wasn't my typical demure look. His gaze roamed over my face and hair first, then went lower, stopping at my breasts. "What are you wearing?"

My husband's expression was far from appreciative— not the reaction I had expected. "You don't like it?"

"I thought you were going to wear the red dress I bought you last week."

"I preferred this one. We are going to that hip fondue restaurant." And I want you thinking about getting me naked. Creating a baby inside me.

"Restaurant. Exactly. Not a club with your friends."

Once again, Robert's eyes landed on my cleavage. Then they moved upward. "And what on earth did you do to your hair?"

I raised my hand, fingering some of the strands. "I tried something different."

"I don't like it."

"Oh." I had hoped he would. I'd worked so hard on coming up with a hot, irresistible look. The kind that would have my husband whistling with appreciation, not staring at me with scorn.

Robert glanced at his watch. "We're cutting it close, but you should have enough time to change. The red dress is more appropriate for dinner. Even if we're a little late, I'm sure they'll hold our reservation."

"Oh," I said, feeling deflated. "You think I should change."

"Do hurry."

"I'll, uh, need a few more minutes to get ready then." I spoke as evenly as possible, trying to hide my disappointment.

"I'll be downstairs."

Robert turned and walked out of the bedroom. There was no more discussion. He'd made his wishes clear, and if I went downstairs in anything other than the red dress, he would be miserable the entire night.

Closing the bathroom door, I tried to ignore the swell of unhappiness rising inside me. I tried, as I had done so many times before, to put the unpleasant feelings in an emotional box. It had taken him two years to agree to take me to The Melting Pot, and I didn't want to ruin an evening I had been looking forward to.

I went back to the vanity table and looked at myself in the mirror one more time. The spark in my eyes had disappeared. The sexy, excited woman didn't look sexy and excited anymore.

The his-and-her closets were connected to the bathroom by a carpeted hallway. I suppose the suite had been designed that way to make it easier for people fresh from the shower to be able to get dressed. Everything in a house like this—nearly ten thousand square feet—was about making life easier for the owners. If you wished to watch your favorite television show in the bathtub, you could do that. If you didn't want to go downstairs to your home office, you didn't need to; the master bedroom was so large, it had a desk and computer in a corner by the bay window. My closet was big enough to have shelves upon shelves for hundreds of pairs of shoes, plus racks to hang hundreds of outfits. So was Robert's.

I took the red dress off the hook where I'd hung it after deciding I'd wear the black one instead. There was a mirror in my closet—two floor-length ones, in fact—so I didn't need to go back to the bathroom to see what the gown looked like when I held it up against my body.

It was a perfectly nice dress. Classic. Elegant.

But it wasn't the look I had wanted for tonight.

I pushed that thought aside. Time was ticking away. I had to tone down my dark makeup, which would be too dramatic for the red dress. I went back into the bathroom, dampened a face towel and tried to smudge off as much of my dark eye shadow as I could—then grabbed a tissue to dab at the tears that filled my eyes.

"Why are you crying?" I asked my reflection. "So what if Robert wants you to change? What's the big deal?" I unzipped my black dress and wriggled out of it. "If he thinks the dress isn't right, it's because he knows more about this stuff than you do."

My husband was the former head of a Fortune 500 company. Having lived most of his life in privilege, he knew much more about etiquette than I did. Maybe he thought I looked trashy, and as the wife of a wealthy and prominent citizen, I couldn't bring any shame to him.

The words made sense to me, and yet I found myself thinking something that had flitted into my mind many times over the past couple of years. Robert doesn't think I fit into his world. Even after all this time.

And then I had another thought: When you dress too provocatively, it screams to the world that you're a trophy wife. Everyone will always see you as the woman who married up.

Robert had said that to me more than once when we'd first gotten married. I'd understood his point then, and I understood it now. Eight years ago, I'd married a wealthy man thirty years my senior. I know that most people would believe I did it for financial reasons. But that wasn't true.

I married for love.

Before walking down the aisle, I signed a prenup entitling me to one million dollars if our marriage ended before the ten year mark. My lawyer had wanted to renegotiate for a higher amount, arguing that Robert was enormously wealthy, but I had refused. My goal wasn't how much I could get should we divorce, but rather on living happily ever after with the man I adored.

Reaching a hand behind me, I was about to unclasp my bra, figuring something more conservative would be better. But then I glanced at the clock. It was already 6:33. I could imagine Robert downstairs, sitting on the chaise in the great room, impatiently glancing at his watch.

So I kept the bra on and got into the red dress, a delicate number with a much higher neckline. The gown cinched below the bust with a black ribbon band, and from there flowed down to my knees. With the combination of the push-up bra and the ribbon detail, my breasts really popped.

But at least they were covered. It was one element that made me feel sexier, and I was grateful for that. I still wanted to be irresistible to Robert.

The only other issue was my hair. Robert had said he didn't like it. I did. But again, I wanted to be turning him on, not off. I searched my vanity for a black clip. Instead of wearing my hair down, I swept the back of it up off my neck and styled it up with the clip. I arranged some loose tendrils around the sides of my face, giving me a softer look.

The black ribbon on my dress went well with my black clutch and shoes, and also my necklace, so at least I didn't have to change my accessories. I wrapped a cashmere shawl around my shoulders and was ready to go.

One last time, I checked myself out in the mirror. I wasn't the vixen I'd been a while earlier. But I was still attractive, hopefully in a way that would make my husband happy.

Because I still hoped that Robert and I would end up in our bed later, making love.

And making a baby.


By the time we got to The Melting Pot, we were ten minutes late. But I had called ahead, ensuring that they'd hold our table, while Robert drove.

He pulled up to the valet stand in front of the restaurant. An attendant came over immediately. They usually did when the car was a Porsche.

Moments later, we were inside The Melting Pot. The restaurant was warm and inviting, done in a combination of dark beige and burgundy. Intimate, curved booths lined the walls. Unique lighting fixtures hung above the tables, reminding me of blown-glass designs I'd seen in Venice.

I liked the place. A lot. My mood instantly brightened.

The restaurant was full of chatter. Happy people all

around us were laughing and talking and dipping various items into pots of fondue.

"I hope we made the right choice," Robert mumbled.

I glanced at him as we approached the hostess stand. He didn't make eye contact with me. I didn't bother asking him what he meant.

The hostess sat us at our table in the center of the restaurant. I took my shawl off and placed it and my clutch on the seat next to me.

Robert was looking around. Not a casual glance inspecting his surroundings, but more of an intense, evaluating look.

Some of the diners were throwing curious glances our way, as well.

I suddenly understood why Robert had muttered that comment. The crowd was young—late twenties to late thirties, mostly. Young and attractive. You didn't have to be a rocket scientist to figure out that Robert was uncomfortable here.

Uncomfortable because of our age difference.

I reached across the table and took his hand in mine, letting him know that I wasn't uncomfortable. After eight years of marriage, I was used to the second glances we got from some people. At first those looks had bothered me, but not anymore.

I was with my husband, and if the rest of the world didn't like it, they could go to hell.

In the beginning of our relationship, Robert had had no problem going out with me in public. He'd been a fit and attractive fifty-nine. And when he colored the…

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  • Posted December 30, 2010

    A definite page turner!

    Not really a suspense, yet I was anxious to discover in what way this story would unfold. I must admit, the ending was not a fore gone conclusion.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 16, 2011

    What a waste!

    I wish others woould leave reviews; in hopes of preventing a total waste of reading time. This book left too many questions unanswered.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

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    Coooool! I like it! What made me laugh a little, was when u used the word;"the trigger happy mech,"

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 1, 2013

    Chapter 4: Recovery Home

    I woke up slowly. I raised my head couching harshly. Their was debree every where. "The autobots are attacking !" Someone shouted. I saw a silver fuzzy bot change and stare at me. My vision was still blurry." Move and you die Femme". Yep it was Starscream alright. I gave a weak nod. It still hurt to move with the brutal attack. Optimus Prime came into veiw followed by the trigger happy mech Ironhide , Ratchet, and....Vengence.My brother tackled Starscream and started to beat in his face. Ironhide blasted open the cell door and the chains. It looked like Ratchet had kneeled down but it wasnt. It was Optimus. Silentecho what did the do to you? He anlyzed me in horror. Ratchet she needs medical help now he said quickly. "It hurts," l whispered softly. Pain racked threw my body when i tried to speak. My voice box was raw from the yelling and screaming l did when they started to attack me for information. Optimus nodded with a soft glaze. I heard a whirl of some sort sounding like a pained filled sarrow. Vengence kneeled beside me softly holding me up. "Its gonna be okay little Sis. I promise you", he softly said. I dont know what happened after. I went into statis lock as my body shut down to preserve my life. I could still hear them but it was faint. "Megatron will pay for this ", came a gruff voice. "The day will come old friend when war will not have to settle things.", Optimus spoke softly. I pin pointed his voice because of how deep it was. He had this deep barotone voice that every one knew. Vengence gave a whirl again. I fell into a deep sleep fading off. When i reawoke a while later l wasnt in statis lock any more but i couldnt move. Ratchet must have given me a heavy sedative to keep from injuring myself in my sleep. I looked around and spotted Vengence in the corner of the medic bay in recharge. I want to hug him and tell him i was alright. I gave a soft sigh glad to be home but..what would happen now. If they got ahold of someone else like me high in rank they would like try and get info out of us autbots for further purposes. I winced when i slightly moved my arm. Pain rushed up my arm. Scrap l muttered. That hurt like the pit. I slowly drifted off again this time falling into a peacefull sleep that i havent been able to do in many orns. Over the process of me getting back on my feet was painful with the repairs that Ratchet fixed. Bumblebee came alot to cheer me up when i was stuck in the medical bay. Vengence and him where close to me. Even the trigger happy mech came to vist telling tales of his adventures with me. Who would have known Ironhide was such a great story teller. Their was a bot though. Prowl who was so shy but came and gave me a small toyish cube to play with. It was sweet of him for I got board very easily. It was nice to finally get out of the medical bay.

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  • Posted September 14, 2010

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    An engaging erotic romance

    Eight years ago elderly millionaire Robert met much younger waitress Elise. He courted her, made love to her and married her. Living with Robert as his wife, even though this makes her his third spouse, in Charlotte, she felt like Cinderella as he took her to the most expensive places by private jet.

    However, now Elise feels like a bird in a gilded cage. Her spouse controls every nuance of her life smothering her. She begins to want her freedom as the price of being under her husband's domination 24/7 is too exorbitant though she understands she will be left with nothing if she leaves him. At her flower shop, Elise meets high school football coach Dion and is attracted to the hunk, but vows not to act on her feelings until she learns Robert betrayed her with a major omission.

    This engaging erotic romance is told from the perspective mostly of Elise, a fascinating character with deep rooted psychological issues. That approach enables the audience to understand the heroine especially what she has seen in her spouse and in the coach. However, that also limits how controlling Robert is as that the martinet never is fully developed and the ending too simple of an escape from the triangle. Still fans will enjoy this engaging contemporary as the bird in the cage tries to fly solo for the first time in almost a decade.


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