On My Knees by J. Kenner - Romance>Drama eBook
Jackson Steele and Sylvia Brooks continue to thrill in the second novel of a scintillating, emotionally charged trilogy that returns to the world of J. Kenner's beloved Stark novels: Release Me, Claim Me, and Complete Me.
I never thought I'd lose control, but his desire took me right to the edge.
Powerful, ambitious, and devastatingly sexy, Jackson Steele was unlike any other man I'd ever known. He went after what he wanted with his whole mind, body, and soul—and I was the woman in his sights. One touch and I surrendered, one night together and I was undone.
Jackson and I had secrets, dark pieces of our pasts that threatened to swallow us both. We couldn't outrun our demons, or the people trying to tear us apart. But in our passion we found salvation, and in each other's arms we found release.
I was scared to trust Jackson fully, to finally let go. Yet no matter the dangers that lay ahead, I knew I was his—and now that we've laid claim, there's no more holding back.
On My Knees is intended for mature audiences.
Praise for On My Knees
"Kenner brings sizzling heat and high-pitched emotional tension to this second installment of her Stark International trilogy . . . with a taut plotline and plenty of searing interludes."—RT Book Reviews
"Kenner once again grabs a hold of your thoughts and shakes the feels out of you. Secrets abound. Truths are exposed. Vulnerabilities are laid bare. . . . Basically, I'm floating in an ocean of Jackson Steele paradise. . . . [On My Knees] keeps you on the edge of pleasure and captures your interest with the threat of exposure."—Obsessed with Myshelf
"[The] heat quotient is very high, with Jackson and Sylvia . . . burning up the pages. . . . This is something I've come to expect from J. Kenner and she never disappoints. If you're looking for a very hot, sexy read with a suspenseful storyline that keeps you guessing to the last page, On My Knees is definitely one to give a try."—Cocktails and Books
"Hot! Running the gamut from fast and wild to slow and tender, the love scenes were intense and wonderfully written. . . . This trilogy is just getting better and better as we learn more about Sylvia's resiliency and Jackson's caring side. . . . Readers will devour this book and be waiting on pins and needles . . . to find out how it all ends in the upcoming finale."—Harlequin Junkie
"J. Kenner is on my automatic-purchase list and with very good reason. . . . [This book] sizzles with both sensuality and a complex plotline! . . . Pick up a copy of On My Knees as soon as possible!"—Plot Twist Reviews
"Fans of J. Kenner, you know that where there's a really engaging story line there's equally engaging heat and passion. There's no shortage of that here. . . . It's powerful, it's sexy, it's downright naughty at times and it's hot."—Diary of an Eager Reader
"A great read for any contemporary romance readers who like their plots with a side of steam and a big helping of secrets and suspense . . . If you enjoyed Damien and Nikki's story you will definitely be a fan of this series."—Reads All the Books
From the Trade Paperback edition.
Jackson Steele tossed back the last of his scotch, slammed the glass down on the polished granite bar, and considered ordering another.
He could use it--that was damn sure--but probably better to have a clear head before he went to answer his brother's summons.
That was something he didn't say every day. Hell, he'd spent his entire life avoiding saying it. Been told he wasn't allowed to say it.
"Sometimes families have secrets," his father had said.
Wasn't that the fucking truth?
The great and glorious Damien Stark--one of the world's wealthiest and most powerful men--had no idea that he and Jackson shared a father.
But in about fifteen minutes he'd know. Because Jackson was going to tell him. Had to tell him.
He held up his hand to get the bartender's attention because, screw it, right now he really could use another drink.
The bartender nodded, poured two fingers of Glenmorangie, neat, then slid the glass to Jackson. He hesitated, bar rag in hand, until Jackson finally looked up and met his eyes. "Something else?" Jackson asked.
"Sorry. No." It was a lie, of course, and as Jackson watched, the bartender's cheeks turned pink.
The bartender, whose name tag identified him as Phil, was in his early twenties, and with his hair slicked back and his perfectly tailored dark suit, he looked as essential to the Gallery Bar--which epitomized the glamour and excitement of the 1920s--as the polished wood, glittering chandeliers, and ornate carvings that filled and completed this space.
The historic Millennium Biltmore hotel had always been one of Jackson's favorite places in Los Angeles. As a teenager, when he'd only dreamed of becoming an architect, he would come as often as he could, usually begging a friend with a car to bring him up from San Diego and drop him downtown. He would wander the hotel, soaking up the exquisite Spanish-Italian-Renaissance style architecture that blended so well with the California location. The architects, Schultze and Weaver, were among Jackson's idols, and he would spend hours examining the fine detail in all of the elements, from the elegant columns and doorways, to the exposed wood-framed roofs, to the intricate cast-iron railings and elaborate wooden carvings.
As with any exceptional building, each room had its own personality despite being tied together by common elements. The Gallery Bar had long been Jackson's favorite space, the live music, intimate lighting, excellent wine list, and extensive menu adding value to an already priceless space.
Now, Phil stood behind the long granite bar that served as one of the room's focal points. Behind him, a menagerie of fine whiskeys danced in the glow of the room's dim lighting. He was framed on either side by carved wooden angels, and in Jackson's mind, it seemed as if all three--angels and man--were standing in judgment over him.
Phil cleared his throat, apparently realizing that he hadn't moved. "Yeah. Sorry." He started to exuberantly wipe the bar. "I just thought you looked familiar."
"I must have one of those faces," Jackson said dryly, knowing damn well that Phil knew who he was. Jackson Steele, celebrity architect. Jackson Steele, subject of the documentary, Stone and Steele, which had recently screened at the Chinese theater. Jackson Steele, newest addition to the team for The Resort at Cortez, a Stark Vacation Property.
Jackson Steele, released yesterday on bail after assaulting Robert Cabot Reed, producer, director, and overall vile human being.
The latter, of course, is what would have put...