The Story of Us Trilogy Continues â¦ Elizabeth Parker has been found â¦ Like a falling star she has come down to earth, landing painfully on the debris of a broken dream. What she thought of as love now seems no more than a wish left unfulfilled. Her future lies in the hands of two powerfully possessive men; each desiring her to the point of insanity. Flawless media mogul Ayden Stone oversees her voyage of sexual awakening, introducing her to new experiences and a secret world behind locked doors, away from prying eyes. But â¦ is he Prince Charming or merely the great pretender? With a fighterâs instinct, Dan Rizler continues to box clever; taking his time, waiting for the right moment to strike. He will have his Princess one way or another. Into this twisted triangle enters Elise Richards; a woman with a past and a passion for revenge: hell hath no fury like Miss. Richards. This is a modern fairy tale full of romance, secrets and suspense. Elizabeth Parker is about to be caught, held fast by the hand of Fate; but will she be caught out or caught up in an affair of the heart, body and soul? When nothing else matters â¦ you have to do or die.
He concludes our moment of quiet serenity with a smile. âLetâs get you in this bath before it gets cold. Lift up.â I lean over him, resting my weight on his shoulders and he pulls down my panties. I have to resist the temptation to spread my legs; Iâm saturated and sticking to the toilet seat, aching for his touch. From the way Iâm breathing, itâs quite apparent, thereâs no disguising it. Heâs been listening to my body since day one and is fluent in the language of sexual arousal.
I have to speak. âYou smell like you and sex, itâs a powerful aphrodisiac, Ayden.â He pretends not to have heard. Does he want me to beg? Because I will. Thereâs no shame in desire, not when the focus of my desire is standing naked before me and looking like this.
Once I am seated, he lifts up my legs in turn to inspect my feet. âThe cuts were only superficial and theyâre healing.â He glances back at me. âBut you wonât be doing any dancing for a while.â I smile back, too busy looking at his perfect body to construct a sentence. âYou gave me quite a scare. When Lester said you were bleeding, I thought youâd ruptured something, internallyâ¦â
I canât remain silent any longer, I have to engage before he becomes morose again. âOr I could have started my period with the shock. Iâm due this week.â
There, thatâs made light of the ordeal.
Heâs surprised. âOf course, thereâs that, but that was unlikely to cross my mind under the circumstances.â He brushes back my hair. âWhen youâre up to it weâll go somewhere, take a trip. Put it all behind us. Up!â He lifts me into the bubble bath, bottom first.
âOuch! Itâs hot.â
âToo hot?â He lifts me out.
âNo, just right. Take it slowly. Donât want to burn my derriÃ¨re on top of everything else.â I watch him roll his eyes, making me laugh. The bubbles part and then come together to swallow me up until only my head is visible. âArenât you joining me?â
âNot today.â He looks anywhere but at me and, on his knees, busies himself applying expensive body wash to a flannel. âHands.â
I lift up my right hand obediently. âWhat about your mistress? Wonât she feel neglected again if you go off somewhere with me?â
Heâs nodding no. âLeave her to me â I can handle her. Hand.â
I swap hands. âThe way you handle me?â
His broad smile tells me weâre in for some fun. âOh, no, youâre much more trouble. You can be a very bad girl sometimes. Lean forward.â
My chin hits the bubbles. âDoes that mean you still want to take me in hand?â
âAlways.â He has opened the flannel and is skimming it against my bruised back with so much gentleness; itâs more like a whisper than a stroke.
âTell me â¦â
âNo, not now. Didnât you get the email? I said I wanted to take care of you. Canât you just sit back and let me?â He places his hand under my hairline and inches me backwards.
âI suppose so but just because Iâm being good, doesnât mean Iâm not thinking about doing naughty things with you.â
âBeth.â He gives me a stern look. âYouâre only making things worse for yourself. Weâve got plenty of time for that. I want you to get better and I wonât settle until that fucking arsehole is caught or killed.â
TouchStone for giving: my Dream Cast â¦
Firstly, let me say thank you for inviting me to share my day dreams with you. Initially I thought this would be a difficult task but, in actual fact, itâs been more fun discussing this topic with my friends and my readers than I thought it would be. Everyone has their opinion, it seems. But, right now, only mine counts. Ha!
So, here goes â¦
the leading man has to be Henry Cavill for obvious reasons, not least of all for the fact that Ayden Stone is based on him; the way he looks, behaves and even speaks. If youâre a fan of Mr. C, then youâll smile every time he raises a brow or massages that cute dimple in his chin or speaks with that boyish playfulness that touches your heart. If that wasnât enough, then his smile will bowl you over and when he kisses, well â¦Youâll have to find that out for yourself.
Elizabeth Parker has been Mischa Barton from day one. She is naturally intelligent and beautiful in an understated kind of way. She has a quiet dignity about her and a wicked sense of humour that she has kept under wraps for years. Ayden affects her on so many levels: emotionally, psychologically and viscerally. As she declares on their first date,
I inhale deeply and breathe him in. "âI ... Iâm nervous around you because youâre so handsome and Iâm not used to being around men like you." I pause timidly, unsure of myself. âYouâre very charismatic and the things you say to me and the way you look at me is intense." Iâm losing my nerve. "Y ... you make me sweat and I imagine doing things with you, but I know I canât have you, and that makes me think youâre being cruel by playing a game I have no hope of winning. Thatâs how I feel." There, I said it.
Another male character who makes his presence felt is Aydenâs sparring partner, in and out of the boxing ring, Jake Harrison. He and Ayden go way back and like Ayden heâs 32, handsome, ambitious and used to getting what he wants. He differs from Ayden in that he still has that playboy mentality, is flirtatious and happy to play the field. He is happy to remain in Aydenâs shadow, for now. Who better than Greg Vaughan? Heâs just the right side of sexiness and savvy to pull it off.
The next member of this cast is Dan Rizler, a former boxer with a chip on his shoulder the size of Manhattan Island. Heâs 39 and ruggedly handsome; made grotesque only by his depraved thoughts. He has an obsessive love for precious Miss Parker that is neurotic in nature and terrifying in the extreme. His tormented soul reaches out to her with merciless hands: he must have her. Who better than Gerard Butler to play the part of this ferocious fiend? He has the body for it, and could conjure up the craziness to portray him.
Then thereâs Elise Richards. Hell Hath no fury like a woman scorned â¦ they say. She is the proverbial biatch. She is 30, with blond hair and a fuller figure. Sheâs striking in a no frills kind of way and intensely driven by ambition and revenge. Wouldnât Elisha Cuthbert be perfect, with a few extra pounds added for effect? She could play the crazy ex to a T.
No story would be complete without the loyal best friend. Charlie Miller, is just that. She is described as an, âurban firecracker,â who works hard and plays hard. She always makes an entrance and leaves a trail of destruction in her wake, much like a whirlwind. She is fiercely protective of Beth and less than enamoured by Ayden, who considers her a little brash for his taste. With fiery red hair she is a force of nature; all fire and no smoke. It has to be Emma Stone.
Last, but by no mean least, comes Alenka. Sheâs a striking auburn haired siren of almost six foot who spend more time on the catwalk than the sidewalk. She is strikingly beautiful and of eastern European descent which makes her exotic and alluring in every sense. Sheâs Bethâs counterpart and a former lover of Aydenâs. Her Theology Degree only serves to intensity her appeal: she has brains and beauty and is so self-assured Beth considers an act of violence, âSheâs smiling so sweetly, I honestly think I may have to hit her over the head with a blunt instrument before I leave. Just to satisfy my need to knock that smug smile off her face.â It has to be Gisele Bundchen.
So, there you have it, my dream cast. Now all I have to do is contact a film agent â¦ Ha!
So whoâs Sydney Jamesson? Seldom does a writer appear out of the mist, fully formed and equipped to introduce the world to their âperfectâ prose. More often than not it has taken years and, in the case of Sydney Jamesson, decades to come to the point where she can say: âIâm ready. This is it, Iâm done!â Now is that time. She has always scribbled things down; in her home is one enormous waste paper basket full of discarded phrases, opening lines and pieces of dialogue that have hit her like lightening in the middle of the night or whilst parked up at a set of traffic lights. She has worked in Insurance, Fashion and in advertising as a Copywriter and Commercial Journalist and loved every minute of it. For the past 15 years she has been an English Teacher. But, for as long as she can remember, she has lived with The Story of Us in her head. The fact Elizabeth Parker is an English teacher should come as no surprise: novelists write, initially, about what they know â¦ Yet, she confesses, Elizabeth is not her but rather that young, sensitive and naÃ¯ve woman we all were or still are. So thatâs her, furiously typing away until the early hours, creating an epic tale that covers an 18 month period; taking three novels to unveil the intricacies of a 21st century fairy tale.