For thirty-one years, I’ve worn as many labels as designer shoes: a young heiress, a business mogul, the Queen of Carlisle.
But none of these titles gives me the same satisfaction as when I see the hunger in their eyes.
The blond, brooding Viking, who keeps his hold on me from afar and refuses to let me go.
The wealthy, powerful businessman, who rules with an iron fist and a forceful tongue— in the boardroom, and the bedroom.
The crafty, cunning con-artist, who thinks he’s about to cash in on my fortune.
They all want the power I hold, but none of them can touch me.
They are pawns on my chessboard, and they’ll soon discover
I am their Queen.
