Twelfth Floor by Monica Corwin 💕 Book Blitz & eReader Giveaway 💕 (Contemporary Romance)

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This isn’t your high school Shakespeare.

Violet Cesario fled the shipwreck of her father’s company to Illyria Pharmaceuticals. As the newly appointed, and untried CFO, the board gave her thirty days to prove her worth. Thirty days to bring up the numbers. Thirty days to fend off the advances of her secretary, Olivia. Thirty days of hiding her submissiveness inside a dominant’s shell.

Thirty days gets complicated when Duke Orsino, the CEO, offers her a deal. Help him win over Olivia and he will sway the board in Violet’s favor. If she agrees to teach him the games behind dominance and submission Violet’s career will be made. As the play turns more and more true to life, the lines blur between fantasy and reality. Can Violet hide her desire for Duke long enough for him to woo Olivia? And if he succeeds can Violet endure it for the sake of her career?

Here is the playlist for Twelfth Floor. When I sit down and write I usually have one song in mind that sort of captures my hero and heroine through the book.

That song is this one: Hate to See Your Heart Break by Paramore I prefer the one she sings with her sister you can find here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QZweyIKNwX4

There are other songs I listened to while writing Twelfth Floor. Here they are:

We are Young cover by Hozier: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rX7opUCPT6M

Too Good at Goodbyes by Sam Smith

The Fall of Rome by The Airborne Toxic Event

You Don’t Own Me by Grace ft. G-Easy

This is Gospel (acoustic) by Panic at the Disco

The Heart Wants What It Wants by Selena Gomez

Jolene (backyard sessions) by Miley Cyrus

Let It All Go by Birdie and Rhodes

This is in the most part my usual playlist for writing but there were a few things thrown in here I don’t usually listen to. I hope you like it. And I hope you hear Duke and Violet in the music. To be fair though I usually listen to some of them on Vinyl so they sound a little different to me than here on Youtube. But, I hope you enjoy.

I followed Violet into an empty room decorated in black. No bed, just a chaise, and a selection of toys for those who wanted to experiment. I closed the door behind me. No one would enter with it shut. House rules.
“So what did you have planned for this evening?” I asked, inspecting the crops arranged artfully from hooks on the wall. A long, thin black one called to me. I could already hear the snap of it across Violet’s thighs.
I faced her and blinked a few times, because she’d shimmied out of her dress and stood in the middle of the room wearing nothing but her underwear and high heels. I forgot the world for a second as I scanned every bare inch of her skin. It took a minute for me to catch my bearings. “Any hints here? I know what I want to do to you, but I don’t know what you want from me.”
She met my eyes and sank to her knees. My cock hardened instantly, painfully straining against my zipper and belt. There was something almost disquieted about this Violet. The woman had more faces than I had suits. Whom did I deal with tonight?
She presented her wrists. “I’m going to show you what you need to do when you get to the next level in order to keep her.”
“Keep her?” I stared down at Violet, trying to fit everything together. Like looking at a photograph and not seeing the actual image.
“Olivia,” she snapped. “Once you succeed. After all this work, I assume you want to be with her, at least for a little while.”
I kept straying to the swell of her breasts barely contained by peek-a-boo black lace, distracted by the way they rose and fell with each breath.
Everything caught up, and I snagged a rope off the counter top. Not even sure which, it didn’t matter. I wanted to be closer to her, and if it meant restraining her, I could do that.
I shrugged out of my suit jacket and tossed it on the chaise, still watching her. Thankful at least my mouth hadn’t been hanging open that entire time. My throat went dry and scratchy, but the drink sat on the other side of the room, and the rope and Violet were here, right now. I knelt in front of her and folded her wrists together like closing a book before wrapping the thin black silk around her delicate joints. “Any other requests?”
Her eyes went liquid. The very same way they did when I curved my fingers around her throat. The memory of it washed through me, building.
She shook her head. “Use your instincts. Feel it. The air has an energy. You have an energy. I have an energy. She will have an energy too.”
Thank fuck she didn’t say her name. I didn’t want anyone else between us right now. I shifted forward on the carpet and tightened the knot with a jerk. Her hands descended with it, and I moved closer, not much distance left now. With my free hand, I tilted her chin and teased my thumb across her bottom lip. I didn’t care about anything in that second other than her lips on mine. Craving the taste of Violet and vodka on my tongue.
I leaned in, millimeters between us, while I yanked the rope back. She tilted and fell into me while I closed the distance on my side.
The door burst open, the moment fractured, and I broke. With some wit’s left, I shifted to hide Violet’s nudity from the intruder, anger flooding me to replace everything else.

Monica Corwin is a New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author. She is an outspoken writer attempting to make romance accessible to everyone, no matter their preferences. As a Northern Ohioian, Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and a dislike of Michigan football. Monica owns more books about King Arthur than should be strictly necessary. Also typewriters...lots and lots of typewriters.