Ten Days to Damien: the Penultimate Stark on Saturday (Take Me by J. Kenner)

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Ten Days to Damien: the Penultimate Stark on Saturday (Take Me by J. Kenner)

It’s #StarkOnSaturday!

We’re counting down to Take Me, an epilogue novella that follows the bestselling Stark Trilogy which began with with Release Me, continued with Claim Me, and concluded with Complete Me!

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And here we go!

I should use this time in the limo to go through my potential list. Maybe call some of the folks on my initial list of maybes and see if they’re booked for the day. But my head is too light from my Manhattan indulgence, and all I want to do is sit back, enjoy the ride, and think about seeing Damien again in just a few minutes.

The fact that I tossed my phone across the bedroom and broke it also puts a crimp in my plan to manage a little work.

Frustrated at being without Damien, and irritated about my own foolish temper, I glance out the window and frown, because this isn’t the way that we usually go home. I am about to hit the button for the intercom when a phone rings, which is odd because there is no permanent phone in the back of the limo, and as I have just reminded myself, my iPhone is toast.

The ring comes again.

I lean forward, cock my head, and decide the sound is coming from the bar. I get off the leather bench and move carefully that direction. Another ring, and I narrow the source down to the ice bucket. I pull of the lid, glance down, and find a phone in the otherwise empty container.

With a grin, I answer the call. “Hello?”

“Ms. Fairchild,” he says, and his voice is low and enticing and flows over me like warm chocolate.

“Mr. Stark,” I say, unable to hide my amusement. “Funny you were able to call me since I have no phone.”

“I told you—I will always take care of your needs.”

I smile, feeling warm and satisfied. “Where are you?”

“I’m not with you,” he says. “Other than that, does it matter?”

My mouth curves into a smile. “No, but you’re wrong. You are with me. You’re always with me.”

There is a pause before he answers. “Yes,” he finally says, and I don’t think I have ever heard that simple word spoken with so much meaning and complexity before.