“As we neared my destination, he lunged at me. His mouth pressed against mine, and he jabbed his tongue down my throat,” she writes in her upcoming book, Be Fierce, out October 17. “Shocked and horrified, I wrestled out of his grasp. I gasped for the driver to stop, and I tumbled out of the car onto the street.”

“I ran to the apartment building, and by the time I got inside, I was sobbing. I felt stupid and unnerved.” Why would he do that? How had I believed he was truly interested in my talent.”

In another incident, Carlson met with a “top” public relations executive in Los Angeles to discuss her media career.

After dinner, she got into his car and found herself again in peril.

“He immediately grabbed the back of my head and pushed my face so hard into his crotch I couldn’t breathe,” she recalls in the book. “I somehow was able to forcefully push him off, and feeling sick to my stomach escaped from the car as fast as I could. Again, I thought, why had this happened?”