Control by R.M. Noble

April 8, 2016 Spotlight 0

ControlGenre: Romance

When technologically gifted Amelia Benson lands a job with Zeus Security, one of Manhattan’s renowned networking offices, she encounters the cold, secretive Mitchell Erikson. Quick to deny her attraction to the mysterious, dominant man, she finds herself gravitating toward him and his secret project despite their professional relationship. Drawn in by her ingenuity, persistence, and fiery temperament, Mitchell finally agrees to answer three of her questions.

Titillated by his past and eager to help, Amelia finds herself enthralled by Erikson’s seduction, face-to-face with the ex who nearly destroyed him, and caught in the middle of a scandal that threatens to tear them apart before they can truly begin.





SORM Excerpt
I shake my head, stirring the rice on my plate, “I just seem to be stuck in my head is all. I’m a terrible date.” I look up to meet his gaze, “I’m sorry.”

“On the contrary,” he says, reaching across the table to take my hand in his. “Tell me what’s on your mind.”

“I just feel like everyone’s staring at me,” I whisper.

“Why is that?”

“This dress, my red hair? I stick out like a traffic cone. I’m practically a lit match in a millionaire haystack,” I exhale, blowing up at my bangs to move them away from my face.

Mitch laughs, “I’m not a millionaire.”

I blink, “You’re not? You’re right. That was silly of me to assume. But this place is pretty frou frou, you know?”

He drops his gaze as he says, “You misunderstand. I said I wasn’t a millionaire.” Mitch reaches for his wine glass and takes a sip. “I’m quite comfortable.”

My eyes widen and I try to compose the surprised, and financially aroused, expression on my face. “Way to make a girl feel more at home in her own tax bracket and then yank it away,” I joke.

Mitch rolls his eyes and then says, “Amelia, trust me when I say that anybody looking at you tonight only sees your beauty.” He brings my hand closer to him, and presses his lips to the back of my palm. “And, if that’s not what they see, fuck them.”

I feel a flutter in my stomach that I can’t help but smile at. “What is it you see?” I ask.

“You’ve an extraordinary gift when it comes to a keyboard,” he replies without missing a beauty.

My cheeks burn and I tell myself not to roll my eyes at his compliment. Instead, I deflect with, “I can’t help but feel like this is the standard package you roll out to your dates. Schmooze them with sweet nothings that make them look like walking thermometers.”

“Is it working?” He asks, smirking lasciviously.

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SORM About the Author
R.M. is an emerging novelist. Living in Virginia, R.M. is a wino, a coffee connoisseur, and a lover of pop music. When not at the beck and call of characters and their adventures, R.M. can usually be found procrastinating on Facebook or Tbeck witter. To learn more about upcoming projects and join the newsletter, visit

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