Available together for the first time ever. Originally published as two separate series. Now you can get both the Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy and Jack Kemble together in one box set.
Fifty Shades of BDSM: Melita has lived a charmed life, raised sheltered by her family and romanced by her best friend Liam through her teen years. Her world is turned upside down when she is sent to New York to meet the man she has been promised to, handsome multibillionaire Jack Kemble. Leaving behind everything she's ever known for a man she's never met proves to be more challenging than Melita could have imagined, especially when Jack requests that she spend a week at a BDSM school in California.
Jack Kemble is the sequel to the Fifty Shades of BDSM Trilogy.
It was one of the saddest yet happiest days of my life. In a few short hours, I would be flying to meet the man I had been promised to, young and wealthy multibillionaire Jack Kemble. He was practically a movie star—a man of every woman's dreams, with a chiseled physique and a smile that could stop you dead in your tracks.
It wasn't all happy times though. As I sat in my room, my gaze darted to all the memories on my bedroom walls, avoiding the eyes of the man in front of me. Liam and I had been best friends since kindergarten, and as the years turned us from innocent children into young adults, it had been clear that he wanted something more. Still, my arranged marriage had kept any feelings that I had for him at bay, and he had suffered through it, just content to be by my side.
Now I would have to say goodbye to him forever, and I could almost feel his heart breaking as he stared at me longingly, memorizing all of my features so that he could keep me with him like one of the photographs on the wall.
“Please reconsider, Melita. You know you don't want this,” his voice was strained, and I could hear the crisp pain in his words.
“You know that I have to do this for my family.” I let my eyes fall to my hands, and then they instinctively crossed my lap to his. His thick fingers twitched, and I couldn't help but remember all the times those same unsteady hands had held me in my moments of darkness. How would I ever survive without those strong hands to comfort me?
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Italian
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Already translated.
Translated by Daniele Giuffrè
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Portuguese
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Already translated.
Translated by Nelson Leonel De Benedetti
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