Controlling The Past by Anna Edwards

Just try to stay in control…
Controlling The Past by Anna Edwards releases October 16th!


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It’s been over three decades since James and Sophie North’s parents saw their family savagely torn apart by the cruel actions of one malicious man. Both of them lost a vital piece of themselves that night so long ago. Pete was left a shadow of his former self, having failed to protect his only love. Miranda persevered for the sake of their children, but her grief remained.

Now, more than thirty years later, the child cruelly ripped from their arms has suddenly resurfaced—and all the love in the world may not be enough to reconcile their tragic pasts. For even as Pete and Miranda are still reeling from the knowledge of their newfound son, the powerful malevolence of their old enemy is already reaching out to destroy them again…this time from beyond the grave.

For the final time surrender to control.


“I knew this would be how you looked. Innocent and pure with a body built for sin.”

He backed her up further, so she fell onto the bed with her legs parted and inner most parts on display for him.

“Mine.” The word escaped from his mouth and seemed to come as shock to both of them.

“Yours,” she repeated, stroke her finger down the length of her slit to demonstrate just how much she was his.

Pete undid the buckle of his jeans and slid them down his muscled thighs. She already knew he liked to go to the gym a couple of nights a week. He’d told her he was teased for being a wimpy kid at one stage, but then he’d found the gym and hadn’t looked back. The muscle certainly looked good on him. His boxer briefs followed suit, and she gasped when his erect cock sprung free from its confines. She’d not seen one this close before. Ok, the girls at her school had shared pictures from porn magazines, but she’d never had a real-life one in front of her. It was strange but stunning at the same time. Its rigidity caused it to reach up to his belly button. In fact, his length and width was more impressive than some of the photos she’d seen. She suddenly felt a little self-conscious. This would be her first time, and something that size would have to hurt.

Pete came over to the bed, settling between her thighs with his mouth close to the cleft between her legs, his tongue came out and licked up her slit. Her head fell back as her nerve ends danced with delight. His tongue swirled around her clit, applying pressure and alternating between fast and slow. It drove her to the edge of climax, and then he slowed it all down again. He pushed a finger inside of her, following it with another. Both stretched out to ready her for his cock. Her head started to swim with all the sensations flooding her body: surreal and sensual, crazy and vibrant, all at the same time. She was swimming and drowning in happiness.

Pete pulled away from her and turned back to his trousers.

“What is it?”


“I’m on the pill. Bad periods when I was younger.”

“I’ve never been so happy to hear that.”

Pete came back over to her and settled his cock at her entrance. Miranda took in a deep breath and waited for him to push inside her. Instead of wondering what it was going to feel like for her, she imagined what he would be aware of in the intimacy of the coupling. But then a thought popped into her head: this was her first time but was it his?

“Wait.” She stopped him as his hips drew back. He groaned but halted.

“What? Are you ok?” His eyebrows furrowed together, and he searched her face for signs of distress. She composed her features, though, to make sure none of her concerns showed at the thought she was given him her greatest gift, and this might not be his first time.

“Are you a virgin?” she blurted out.

“What?” he questioned with dumbfounded shock.

“Have you done this before?”

“I’m clean,” he told her, and she recollected a disease her teachers had taught her about in sex education, which you caught during intercourse.

“That’s not what I meant. You know, this is my first time. We’ve discussed it before, but I never asked. Will this be yours?”

Pete shut his eyes.

“As much as I want to play the big man and say I’m a pro at this sex thing, it’s my first time also. I’m currently praying and pleading in my head that the second I put my cock inside you I’m able to make you feel something. I’m reciting banking terms in my head just to stop from coming too soon.”

She leaned forward and brought his lips against hers.

“Account holder…compound interest…debt-to-income ratio,” she teased.

“Fuck! When you say it, it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Pete looked down at his cock sitting just outside her entrance and then back at her. He was asking for permission.

“Yes,” she whispered, and he thrust slowly in until he was fully seated at his hilt.

About Anna

Anna hails from the rural countryside near London. She previously worked as an accountant, and while she still does a bit of accountancy on occasion, the majority of her time is now spent writing and looking after her family.

An avid reader herself, Anna turned to writing to combat depression and anxiety after her diagnosis in 2015. She loves travel, hunky heroes with dirty mouths, demure but spunky heroines, and dramatic suspense. You will find all four woven into each of her magical stories.

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