Cover Reveal: Uncovering You Part One: The Contract By: Scarlett Edwards
Uncovering
You
Part
One: The Contract
By:
Scarlett Edwards
Releasing
March 27th,
2014
Blurb
When I
wake up in a dark, unfamiliar room, I have no idea what's waiting for
me in the shadows. My imagination conjures up demons of the worst
kind.
Reality
is much worse:
A
collar with no leash. A prison with no walls. And a life stripped of
meaning.
I am
presented with a vile contract and asked to sign. It
outlines the terms of my servitude. The only information I have about
my captor are the two small letters inked at the bottom:
J.S.
Armed
with only my memories, I must do everything I can to avoid becoming
ensnared in his twisted mind games. But in the end, it all comes down
to one choice:
Resist
and die.
Or
submit, and sign my life away
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Book Excerpt:
“Lilly.”
Oh God.
It’s him.
There’s no mistaking that rich, masculine treble.
What’s he
doing down here?
“M-Mr.
Stonehart,” I stutter, turning. I curse my inability to hide my
surprise. He totally caught me off-guard. I have to look up to meet
his eyes. Then up some more.
The face that
I find is so striking it should belong to a Greek god.
He’s younger
than I expected. Late thirties, maybe early forties.
That means
he started his company when he was younger than me!
Dark scruff
lines his angular cheeks. His jet-black hair is styled in long,
natural waves. My fingers itch to run through it.
Totally
inappropriate.
He has a
prominent nose that might be too big on a less imposing man, but on
him, it’s perfect.
In short, he’s
a package of the purest masculinity I’ve ever seen.
And then there
are his eyes. Oh my God. His eyes. They pierce into me like honing
missiles. They are the deepest black I have ever seen. They would be
frightening if they weren’t so beautiful. When the light reflects a
certain way, you catch a glimpse of the purple underneath.
They are like
midnight sapphires. His eyes reveal a cunning intellect. Those eyes
do not miss a thing.
Add all that
to his towering height, his wide shoulders, his confident-yet-at-ease
posture… and Stonehart cuts an intimidating figure.
My gaze darts
to his left hand before I can stop it. No ring. He’s unmarried.
He looks down
at me, expectantly. His eyes narrow ever so slightly, and I feel like
I’m being dissected, measured up, and tucked away in some small
corner of his brain. I imagine this is what a gemstone feels like
under the magnifying class of the most critical appraiser.
Stonehart
clears his throat. I come to with a start, realizing I haven’t said
anything in ages. I open my mouth, but the capacity for speech seems
like a foreign concept to my brain. “I—”
Somebody bumps
into me from behind. I stagger forward. I’m not used to these
shoes, so my heel steps the wrong way. My ankle twists under me, and
I start to fall.
I don’t fall
far. The hand still on my elbow tightens, and Stonehart pulls me into
him.
I plaster
myself onto the solid steel wall the man has for a body. I catch a
scent of his cologne. It’s a deep, musky smell with a hint of
charred spruce that is all male. It scrambles my thoughts even more.
“Sorry!” a
rushed voice calls out. From the corner of my eye, I see the postman
giving a hurried, apologetic wave.
Although the
sequence lasts less than a second, it feels like an eternity. Pressed
up against him like
that, I don’t want to move. I know that I couldn’t have made a
worse first impression.
Stonehart
eases me off him with a firm yet gentle grip. Our eyes meet. I flush
the most vibrant red. His fingers graze my forehead as he brushes a
lock of hair out of my face.
Any tenderness
I may have imagined vanishes when Stonehart takes out his cell. He
long dials a key and growls an order. “Steven. See the delivery boy
leaving right now? Have his building pass revoked.”
I gape.
Stonehart keeps speaking. “Wait. I thought of one better. Bar his
company from accessing the building.” There’s a pause. “For how
long? Indefinitely. FedEx can talk to me when they have an improved
employee selection program in place.”
The phone call
gives me just enough time to compose myself. My heart’s still
beating out of my chest. But nobody has to know that.
I speak
without thinking. “You’re going to restrict the entire company
from serving this building because of that?”
Stonehart
humors me with an answer. “A company’s employees are its most
important asset. Their behavior reflects the organization as a whole.
If FedEx decided that clown is good enough for them, it tells me
they’re sloppy. I do not do business with sloppy organizations.”
“What about
the other tenants in the building?” I ask. “Won’t that piss
them off?”
When I hear
myself and realize how improper my
question is, my cheeks flame red again.
Stonehart’s
eyes darken, as if he cannot believe I asked that question. I open my
mouth to apologize for my imprudence, hating the way my professional
skills have evaporated into thin air. I’m cut off by a short,
barked laugh.
“Miss
Ryder.” He sounds amused. “I believe that is the most direct and
honest question anybody has dared ask me in weeks.” He takes my
elbow again and leads me to the elevators. I have to take two quick
steps to match one of his long strides.
“Yes,” he
continues. “They will be ‘pissed off.’ But the perk of owning a
building—” he hits the elevator call button, “—is that you
get to make executive decisions.” He gives me an unreadable glance
as the doors open. “That is, at the risk of being questioned by
inexperienced interns.”
If that isn’t
a loaded remark, I don’t know what is. I flush scarlet red for the
third time since I’ve met him. I’ve never had a man throw me so
off balance.
The elevator
is packed, for which I’m infinitely thankful. The trip up will give
me some time to properlycompose
myself.
Gratitude
turns to panic when the crowd files out, meek as mice, when Stonehart
steps in. None of the people waiting in the lobby follow us.
The doors
close. I’m alone in here with him. My heart’s beating as fast as
a hummingbird’s wings.
He catches me
staring. “Impressed?” he asks.
“They know
you,” I manage.
His dark eyes
flash with amusement. “Astute.”
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About The Author: I’m
Scarlett Edwards. I wrote my first book as a college sophomore. After
six months of edits, it made its debut as Yours
to Savor.
That was at the start of 2013. I’ve written more books since then. You can find them all here.
It’s funny how quickly life changes. I used to think I’d need a degree to get a “Real Job.” Then I wrote a few books, they got somewhat popular, and now I’m living the life as a full-time romance author.
Thanks to all my readers for making my dreams come true!
You can find out more by visiting: Her website, facebook or goodreads page.
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