First Excerpt From Seducing My Billionaire Boss
I have two stories releasing in two boxed sets on January 12th (Why boxed sets? Because for the same price as a single story, you’ll receive stories from a collection of other writers too. I’m all about value for my reading buddies.). Seducing My Billionaire Boss is part of the Salacious boxed set.
Here is the first scene of the first chapter of Seducing My Billionaire Boss.
Assistant to his assistant. Like hell I’m believing that fabricated title. I crumple a copy of the internal job posting, one of five that had been left on my desk.
Robert Reyes, the executive I previously believed had a heart, the man I want, the man I like more than is prudent, can call the position whatever he wants.
I know what it truly means. His sure-to-be-sexy new hire’s number one goal will be to push Mrs. Bellows, his current assistant, out of her job.
Fuck that. I toss the paper into Mrs. Bellows’ wastebasket across the hallway, nothing but net…or the wastebasket equivalent. Rob’s assistant can be a bit flighty, has been even more so over the past three months since her stroke, but she’s a wonderful woman, a capable employee, and a dear friend.
Two years ago, I’d walked into Powers Corporation’s lunchroom, knowing no one, and she was one of the first employees to welcome me, insisting I sit beside her. She introduced me to everyone, including her boss, the hottest executive in the company.
I will protect her, even from him, which is why I’ve been sitting outside Rob’s office for over an hour, watching the parade of job-stealing tramps saunter by, waiting for my turn to be interviewed.
Uncomfortably straight-backed black guest chairs are lined up against the wall, my generous ass parked on one. I’m now alone, the sole remaining candidate.
According to a friend in Human Resources, my résumé was the last one Rob reviewed. Applications closed immediately after mine was received. I have the final interview of the day.
I’ve been assessing the previous interviewees and haven’t been impressed. All of them see the position as a stepping-stone, a short stop before landing the assistant’s role.
Cerise Case, the ambitious blonde in his office at the moment, wasn’t quiet about her plans to force Mrs. Bellows’ resignation. She’d bragged that she’d make the sweet older woman cry by the end of the first week, quit by the end of the second.
I’d do anything to prevent this and it looks like anything may be required. I tug on my conservative black suit jacket. Rumors are, if a candidate is being seriously considered for the position, she’ll be asked to give Rob a blowjob during the interview.
The thought that Cerise might be down on her knees before him right now bothers the hell out of me. He wants me. I’ve seen the way he looks at me, how he makes any excuse to argue with me. Last Christmas, when the two of us had too much to drink and he almost kissed me, I’d felt how one long, thick part of him desired my curvaceous self.
But maybe he wants everyone. Perhaps the company’s no-fraternization policy was the only thing stopping him from boinking half the staff.
The unwritten rule stating that employees and management couldn’t fuck was blown to pieces when Powers Corporation’s CEO shared his bedroom with his assistant. It’s now open season on female employees, and if it’s a blowjob Rob wants, it’s a blowjob I’ll give him. I’ll rock his fuckin’ world, give him no excuse to hire another, sacrificing my dignity to protect my friend’s job.
But first I’ll give him a piece of my mind.
Because he desperately needs that.
The door opens and Cerise wiggles her non-existent hips in my direction. She buttons her size zero suit jacket as she moves and I see red. The shameless hussy showed Rob her tits. Her lipstick is also smeared. She must have sucked his cock.
Fuckin’ hell.
“Mr. Reyes will see you now.” She smirks at me.
My fingers twitch, the urge to bitchslap her almost overwhelming my control. “Thank you.” You conniving cunt.
I stand, smooth down my skirt, and stride into Rob’s office, shutting the door with a bang behind me. The space smells like hot java, cedar chips, and man.
It doesn’t smell like sex, but that doesn’t mean anything. She could have swallowed.
She did kiss him. The proof of that is visible. Rob scrubs at his face with a tissue. There’s red lipstick on his tanned skin.
“Yes, remove the remnants of the last applicant.” I glare at him, wishing he didn’t look so damn handsome, seated behind his big wooden desk. His shoulders are broad, his fit physique clad in a dark suit. His chin is square and strong. His brown curly hair is so thick; I want to sink my fingers into it. That warmth I always feel whenever I see him spreads across my chest.
And that irritates me even more. “You’re a bastard, did you know that?”
“It’s hard not to know that, Miss Court.” Rob’s brown eyes spark with gold. “You tell me I’m one every time we meet.”
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Seducing My Billionaire Boss
I have to land the position Robert Reyes, the CFO of Powers Corporation, recently posted. My friend’s health depends on it. I’ve heard the rumors—that Rob will require… extra duties from this new hire.
He’s young, handsome, intelligent. Pleasing him won’t be a hardship. Not falling in love with him will be the big challenge. I’ve lusted after Rob for years, like him more than is prudent, dream of him every night. Touching his body, tasting the salt on his skin, will be both a self-inflicted torment and a fantasy come true.
I’ll be a convenience for my hunky executive. This is a job, not a romance. As long as both of us remember this, our relationship should work.
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The Good Assistant – Fourth Scene
The Good Assistant, my sexy new contemporary erotic romance, will be releasing on October 21st.
Here’s the fourth scene
“Bass wants to meet tomorrow, eleven thirty, half an hour, my office.”
John already has a meeting tomorrow at eleven thirty. I maintain my blank expression, not showing my dismay. His schedule will have to be rearranged yet again. “Yes, sir.” I extract his keys and wallet from the pocket of his suit pants and I hold them out to him. His fingers brush over mine as he retrieves his essentials.
“Bass is an idealistic kid,” my boss declares.
“Yes, sir,” I dutifully reply. Rexton Bass is two years younger than John and three years older than I am. “His proposal has legs though.”
“So you say,” John drawls. “Walk with me, Grant.”
He waits for me to exit first and then stalks soundlessly behind me, his tread light for such a large man. My boss prefers that I walk in front of him. I suspect this is to buffer him from overzealous employees.
“Is she meeting me at the venue?” he asks.
Is she meeting him? I smother my grin. He doesn’t remember his date’s name. “Yes, a car has been dispatched for Marcia. You sent her the usual dozen red roses.”
“What did you put on the card?” John presses the button for the elevator. “I hope the message wasn’t emotional. The last one was a clinger, wanted my direct number.” The doors open. He allows me to enter first.
“You wrote the standard ‘Beautiful flowers for a beautiful woman.’” I wave my passcard over the sensor and choose executive parking, ensuring the elevator makes no other stops. “Marcia is an actress.” I prep him. “She plays a vampire in a TV series.”
“I don’t plan to talk to her.” John frowns, crowding me into the right rear corner. “Have your phone on. We have work to do.”
We always have work to do. “My phone will be on all night, sir.” I stare at his back, my view obstructed by one massive male.
“Don’t sound so grumpy, Grant. I told you, when I hired you, this was a full time job.” John glares over his shoulder, his expression stormy as though I’ve insulted him by wanting a social life. “I deserve to be grumpy. I did what you said and tested that damn chair for three days. It’s a piece of shit. I don’t need the massage mode. I need something I can sit on.”
I sigh. Other top executives raved about the chair, claiming it relaxed them. “I’ll return it tomorrow, sir.”
“And why am I attending this event?” He bumps against me, the contact sending a surge of sweet sensation over my body. “Couldn’t we have written the charity a check and be done with it?” He slides a finger between his neck and collar and pulls, loosening his bowtie. “You know I hate these things.”
I do know he hates these events, his mood always darkening before he has to make an appearance. “A wise man once told me we all have to do things we don’t want to do,” I quote him.
He turns his head and narrows his brown eyes at me. “That wise man should be working.”
“That wise man should take advantage of this event and hobnob with the Mayor.” I give my goal-oriented boss a task to accomplish. “The zoning issues won’t fix themselves.”
“Are you handling me, Grant?”
“I wouldn’t presume to do that, sir.” The doors open and I walk in front of him to the waiting limousine. Dave, John’s smartly dressed driver, stands by the vehicle. “The Mayor made a comment to the press recently about the absurdity of non-fraternization policies so you might not want to mention that topic.”
“I don’t want to mention any topic. Small talk is a waste of time.” John pauses, looming over me, big and tall and very, very male. “It would be more efficient if assistants could attend these events.”
He wants me by his side. A fierce joy fills me. “This is personal, not business.”
“For me, it is always business.” John’s gaze lowers, lingering on my legs. “Your skirt seems to be shrinking.” His eyes glow. “You might want to look into that.”
He noticed the length of my skirt. “I’ll add that to my long list of things to do.”
“You do that.” John chuckles softly, the sound unexpected, arousing, real. “Don’t leave the building without letting me know first. I’ll call you.” He climbs into the limousine.
I wait, watching as the man I love, the boss I adore is driven away. He’ll spend the night being wined and dined by the city’s elite, touched and held by one of the most beautiful women on the planet. I’ll be alone. Again.
As I trudge toward the bank of elevators, my phone buzzes. The number displayed on the screen belongs to John. I’m not completely alone. I smile, my spirits lifting.
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My boss, John Powers, represents everything I want in a man. He’s the CEO and founder of a powerful company, that position having made him a billionaire, striking in an I-survived-a-bar-brawl sort of way, and too clever for my sanity.
I’m his assistant and desperately in love with him. I’d willingly serve him both in the boardroom and in the bedroom.
There’s one problem.
He doesn’t mix business with pleasure.
Ever.
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The Good Assistant – Third Scene
The Good Assistant, my sexy new contemporary erotic romance, will be releasing on October 21st.
Here’s the third scene
With my slight form positioned in front of my executive’s much larger physique, I feel tiny and feminine and needy, so very needy. My fingers tremble as I fasten his black enamel buttons, quickly covering his magnificent chest, his chiseled abs, his heart-wrenching scars, removing the temptation to touch him. My normally keen-eyed boss thankfully doesn’t notice my reaction to his near-nudity.
“I know Grant told you that,” John rumbles, his voice deep. “What I don’t know is why you didn’t address my concerns immediately.” He spreads his arms.
I reach around his trim waist. His body is seductively warm. I tuck his shirttails into his pants, smoothing the material over his clenched ass cheeks. Dressing John is a test of my professionalism, a test I know I will some day fail.
“I’m a busy man. I don’t have time for bullshit.”
I wince, having warned Mr. Bass not to waste my boss’ valuable time. The young CEO clearly didn’t listen to me. I slide my hands around John’s hips, over his groin, trying not to touch him, unsuccessful in my quest. My boss is too big, all over.
His cock hardens. In the past, I told myself this was a natural reaction, a man’s response to any woman’s touch. Now, after the discussion with Stacie, I’m not certain. Is he reacting specifically to me, to my hands on his body?
“That’s what I need to know,” John continues his phone conversation.
I fasten the button of his pants. The impressively large ridge in his white briefs prevents me from doing more. I nibble on my bottom lip and glance upward at his face, undecided as to what to do next. John doesn’t look at me, showing no indication that he knows I’m standing before him.
Stacie must be wrong. He doesn’t want me. He doesn’t even realize I’m here. I glide my fingertips over his briefs, flatten my palm along his cloth-covered shaft, and nudge him to the side. A shudder rolls down John’s torso, shaking his shoulders.
He knows I’m here now. I smugly tug the metal teeth of his zipper closer together and slowly pull the tab upward, stretching the black fabric of his pants over his hardness. His knuckles whiten around the frame of his phone.
I reach into the right front pocket of his pants, pressing my fingers into his hip as I remove the cufflinks I’ve stored there, the devil in me teasing him more, seeking to ensure he’s aware of me. John’s gaze flicks downward, his eyes excitingly dark, tempestuous, holding a warning I won’t, can’t heed.
I grasp his left wrist, fold the cotton neatly and insert the cufflink, my head bent over my task. John’s knuckles are scarred, silver slashes marring his tanned skin, a testament to his rough childhood and his warrior soul. He acts the sophisticated man now but he has fought for every thing he’s earned, building his business from nothing.
John transfers his phone from his right hand to his left and I fasten his right cuff, resisting the urge to kiss his scars, to lave the raised skin with the flat of my tongue, to care for him the way I yearn to care for him.
“Breakeven should never be your goal.” John bends over, lowering his face to my eyelevel. I retrieve his bowtie and loop the strip of black fabric around his scarred neck. “Grant must have told you that also.” My normally direct boss avoids my gaze as he straightens.
Could Stacie be right? I fasten the black cummerbund around his waist. Could John be interested in me?
“She’ll set it up.”
I hold out his jacket and he shrugs into it. My heart squeezes. Clad in his normal suits, John’s appeal damages my control. In a tuxedo, he’s downright lethal. I brush my hands over his shoulders and place a folded cloth handkerchief in his pocket, completing his sophisticated ensemble.
“We’ll continue this conversation tomorrow.” John ends the call, lowering his phone.
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My boss, John Powers, represents everything I want in a man. He’s the CEO and founder of a powerful company, that position having made him a billionaire, striking in an I-survived-a-bar-brawl sort of way, and too clever for my sanity.
I’m his assistant and desperately in love with him. I’d willingly serve him both in the boardroom and in the bedroom.
There’s one problem.
He doesn’t mix business with pleasure.
Ever.
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The Good Assistant – Second Scene
The Good Assistant, my sexy new contemporary erotic romance, will be releasing on October 21st.
Here’s the second scene
I stare at her. “How does he look at me?”
“Like he wants to lock you in his man cave. He’s super protective of you.” She tilts her head. “But maybe that’s because you’re his assistant. He relies upon you.”
John Powers doesn’t rely upon anyone. He built his real estate empire on his own, having no industry contacts, overcoming poverty and a lack of a college education.
“I always speak before I think.” Stacie laughs. “Forget I said anything.”
She talks about switching jobs and her new roommate and the movie she saw last night, her conversation not requiring any contribution from me.
This is a good thing as all I can think about is her observation about my boss. She has to be wrong. John doesn’t want me. He doesn’t even lust after the gorgeous supermodels and actresses he dates, his attitude toward the women apathetic.
The elevator doors open at the marketing floor. “This is me.” Stacie laughs again. “It was good talking to you, Miss Grant.” She exits, her skirt flipping upward, revealing more of her tanned legs.
I gaze at my reflection. The hem of my black skirt suit reaches my knees. I impulsively reach under my jacket and pull my skirt three inches higher.
My cheeks heat. I’m a fool. John won’t notice the length of my skirt. I’m his assistant, a woman who picks up his dry cleaning, manages his schedule and arranges his dates.
The doors open, revealing the slick, stylish executive floor. I smile at Nancy, the receptionist, as I pass her antique desk. She wears a headset, her lips moving, her words hushed. Although it is five thirty-five in the afternoon, four men in dark suits wait in the brown leather chairs.
They aren’t waiting for John. My boss is attending a charity dinner tonight. His meetings for the day are done.
I hustle along the hallway, my heels falling soundlessly on the padded brown carpet. Gold-framed pictures depicting Powers-owned real estate hang on the beige walls. The desks are spaced widely apart, the corner offices claimed by board members. Every meeting room is filled with corporate decision-makers.
The ultimate decision-maker has his door open, uncaring about his state of undress. I rush into John’s personal domain and skid to a stop, my heart squeezing, my body humming with awareness.
My boss stands facing his floor to ceiling windows, gloriously naked from the waist upward, his shoulders broad and his back straight. Silver scars, remnants of his rough childhood, slash his golden skin. His tan is natural, his forearms darker than his shoulders, and his dark brown hair is cropped close to his head. Tuxedo pants hug his narrow hips, his feet are braced apart and a phone is pressed to his ear.
A massive mahogany desk paired with a brown leather captain’s chair dominates one end of the office. The shelves lining the interior walls are filled with textbooks, every weighty volume read by my self-educated boss. John’s suit, shirt, and tie are discarded over the two guest chairs positioned in front of the desk.
I stride to the brass coat rack and hang his shirt beside his tuxedo jacket. John turns, and his gaze meets mine, his brown eyes dark and smoldering, resembling the richest, most decadent hot chocolate. My stomach flutters.
His profile is sharp, his thin blade-like nose and defined chin striking rather than classically handsome. More scars circle his neck. According to internet reports, a druggie slashed my boss’ throat when he was a teenager. Not even that brush with death could slow him down.
My gaze drops and my pulse increases. John’s tuxedo pants are undone, the v exposing stark white cotton briefs. A trail of fine brown hair travels downward from the indent at his navel, disappearing under the waistband. I lick my lips, wishing to follow this path with my tongue.
“What?” John barks into his phone. “Hell no, Bass.” He returns his gaze to the blue sky, his focus on the call. I remove the shirt from the wire hanger. “There has to be profitability in this project. I’m running a business, not a charity.”
This isn’t the complete truth. Powers Corporation does give money to charity. I tap his fingers. John lifts his arm, his frown deepening, and I slip the shirtsleeve over his hand, his musky male scent engulfing me.
John leans into me, lowering his big body, allowing me to dress him. The soft cotton pulls tight across his wide shoulders, his back muscles ripple and his biceps bulge. He’s a man in his prime, strong and beautiful, and I long to drag my lips over his tanned skin, to taste every inch of him.
Good assistants don’t taste their bosses.
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My boss, John Powers, represents everything I want in a man. He’s the CEO and founder of a powerful company, that position having made him a billionaire, striking in an I-survived-a-bar-brawl sort of way, and too clever for my sanity.
I’m his assistant and desperately in love with him. I’d willingly serve him both in the boardroom and in the bedroom.
There’s one problem.
He doesn’t mix business with pleasure.
Ever.
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The Good Assistant – First Scene
The Good Assistant, my sexy new contemporary erotic romance, will be releasing on October 21st.
Here is the first scene from the first chapter
As I push through the revolving doors and enter Powers Corporation’s glass and marble lobby, my phone hums against my hip. It can’t be my too-sexy-for-any-woman’s-sanity boss. He called me two minutes ago.
I drape the dry cleaning bag over my shoulder, unclip my phone from my skirt’s waistband and groan. It is my boss. John Powers, billionaire, CEO, and unabashed control freak, is calling me yet again. I sigh. He goes a little crazy whenever I leave the building.
“You have a conference call at five thirty with Rexton Bass, Mr. Powers,” I answer, skipping the formalities. My boss has no patience with small talk. I quicken my pace, my heels tapping against the fine basket weave tile.
“I know where I’m supposed to be.” John’s growl sends a shiver of excitement rolling down my spine, tightening my nipples and heating my skin. He’s the only man who can turn me on with his voice alone. “Where the hell are you, Grant? And where the hell is my shirt?”
John calls everyone by his or her last name. I wouldn’t mind this quirk if my last name was at all feminine or sexy. “I have your shirt, sir, and I’ll be in your office in five minutes.” I avoid the receptionist’s pleading gaze as I pass her desk, turning toward the bank of elevators. Men and women in dark suits crowd around her. All of these visitors want a meeting with my insanely busy boss.
“Get that perky ass moving. I don’t have all day,” John barks. “I’ll be waiting for you in my briefs.” The phone clicks and there’s silence.
My hot-as-hell boss is waiting for me in his briefs. I stare at the small screen, visions of tanned skin, hard muscle, and dark brown hair flooding my overworked, sexually deprived brain.
John doesn’t mean anything provocative by his statement. He doesn’t see me as a woman. I attach the phone to my waistband and press the button for the elevator. He doesn’t see me at all. I’m a resource, an extension of his office like his desk or laptop.
The elevator doors open and I step inside.
“Miss Grant, wait up!”
I hold the doors open and Stacie Moore, the company’s newest, most aggressive marketing coordinator, flounces across the threshold, her large breasts jiggling. She’s blonde, beautiful, and generously endowed. If she wasn’t an employee, she’d be a perfect candidate for John’s next one night stand. I select the button for the top floor.
“Is that Mr. Powers’ shirt?” Stacie plucks at the dry cleaning bag. “My, he has wide shoulders, doesn’t he?” Her blue eyes glow.
I know all about my boss’ potent affect on women. I fell in love with him during my job interview. That was three years ago and my obsession with him hasn’t dimmed, not one bit. “Mr. Powers doesn’t mix personal and business matters, Miss Moore.” I jab the button for the marketing floor.
Stacie lifts her eyebrows. “You get straight to the point, don’t you?”
I don’t say anything as I do get straight to the point. Working for John has trained me to cut through the bullshit.
“I like that.” She grins. “So you and Mr. Powers aren’t together?” She dances in place, her short skirt hiking up with each wiggle. “You aren’t a couple?”
A couple? John and I? I glance at my reflection in the mirrored walls. I remain a plain, flat-chested brunette. I haven’t magically become a curvy blonde, a woman worthy of these outrageous assumptions. “He’s my boss and that’s the extent of our relationship.”
Lines appear between Stacie’s finely arched eyebrows. “Mr. Powers doesn’t look at you like a boss looks at his employee.”
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My boss, John Powers, represents everything I want in a man. He’s the CEO and founder of a powerful company, that position having made him a billionaire, striking in an I-survived-a-bar-brawl sort of way, and too clever for my sanity.
I’m his assistant and desperately in love with him. I’d willingly serve him both in the boardroom and in the bedroom.
There’s one problem.
He doesn’t mix business with pleasure.
Ever.
Pre-order Now:
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Everyone Is Assuming You Already Do This
In One Night With My Billionaire Master, half of Toronto’s business community believes that Arianna is having sex with billionaire financier and all around hottie, Logan Ross.
They aren’t having sex. Arianna is still a virgin. Logan protects her as best as he can and he pours naughty ideas into her ear but he doesn’t pressure her. He allows her to decide when they take this step.
Arianna starts to wonder why she’s resisting. Everyone (except for her father – and he’s certainly a key factor) assumes they’ve done the deed so why not do it?
When I first started writing, my business buddies assumed I sat around in my pajamas all day. I didn’t. I took a shower as soon as I woke up and dressed in business casual clothes (as all I had were these clothes and suits, being the total business babe that I was).
Then I started thinking… If everyone assumes I sit around in my pjs, maybe I should sit around in my pjs. I tried it and I liked it. Pjs are dang comfortable! And friends aren’t shocked when they find me wearing them at 2 in the afternoon. They expect me to be dressed like that.
Is there something that everyone incorrectly assumes that you do? Have you considered doing this one thing?
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
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The Story Behind Tattoos
I LOVE hearing the stories behind tattoos. My tattooed heroes always have a good reason for getting the tattoos they have.
Logan Ross, the sexy financier hero of One Night With My Billionaire Master, has a dragon tattoo, winding up his left side.
It is somewhat similar to this one.
Why did he get a dragon tattoo? As he says, “Bulls make money when the market goes up. Bears make money when the market does down. Dragons find treasure in every market.”
Hawke, the tattooed bad boy biker in Sinful Rewards, has a barbed wire tattoo around his right bicep. Why? Because the tattoo was in memory of his best friend and losing him was like losing his right arm. The two men were inseparable.
Rage, the cyborg hero in Releasing Rage, has a tattoo also. His model number is inked on his cheek. This reinforces that he’s viewed as a machine, as a product to be coded, not as the living, breathing being he is. Every being looking at his face will know what he is.
Do you have a tattoo? What is the story behind it?
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
Buy Links:
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Interview With Angelina J. Windsor
I sat down (virtually) with Angelina J. Windsor for a short interview. Angelina J. Windsor’s latest release is Seventh Son, a Paranormal with werewolves!
Cynthia Sax: What makes Lord Bram Snowdon so freakin’ sexy?
Angelina J. Windsor: Oh Boy! He’s a huge, alpha male who can turn into a werewolf at will! Sexy, hot and passionate is our Lord Snowdon. The first of the Dragonstone Clan, he’s the ultimate tortured soul. Cursed by his wife, he roams the woods feeling too much a monster to deserve to be the liege of his clan. Until that is, one day, he runs into his equal, a mate (Isobelle, my favorite heroine!) who makes it her life’s mission to lead him back to his true calling. Lord Snowdon is cultured and wild, a deadly combination, eh! I can’t but think of him and I get wound up and feeling fine…
Cynthia Sax: What do you find especially exciting about Seventh Son?
Angelina J. Windsor: Oh my, all of it does, you have to have a passion for your stories to stay with them for weeks, if not months, on end. But I would imagine the fact that it is set during the time of the Arthurian Legends, a thousand plus years ago, in the fabled Isle of Albion, drew me the most. Such a time and setting allows for so much passion and excitement. Not to mention the evocative language possible. The story of Bram and Isobelle, two memorable characters I loved working with, is a dark gothic tale with time spent on the windswept moors, like so many of the books I enjoyed growing up. Side note: I loved to read then and I love to read just as much now! Think of Heathcliff and Cathy. Except living in this time and place looking back has many advantages like being able to write about it more explicitly which adds a whole other layer of tension and intensity. If you know what I mean, nudge-nudge wink-wink!!!
Cynthia Sax: What is your favorite line from Seventh Son?
Angelina J. Windsor: That’s an easy one! It’s a scene from my heroine, Isobelle’s journey. I had to let myself fall into what this experience would feel like, the coming back from true unconsciousness. And of course my editor adding a happy face to this line made my day and told me it was all I had hoped it would be. Thanks Rebecca! Here’s the line:
“I came to consciousness slowly, the land of dreams and the land of the living twisted together giving me no purchase to find the opening to my own life, much like a swimmer stuck under the frozen ice with no borehole.”
*This is the kind of ancient language structure I enjoyed creating.
Cynthia Sax: How does Seventh Son start?
Angelina J. Windsor: Ah, my heroine, Isobelle, is at her wits end having been cast out of hearth and home. She’s desperate to leave the world that has turned its back on her and looks to end it all on a high bridge. As she is about to jump into the cold, rushing waters below where death awaits she is accosted by Bram looking to save her. Her rescue fires her passions for this man who has risked much and she falls into his arms without delay. They rut right there on the bridge, for she has discovered she is gloriously happy to be alive and in the arms of this warm, enticing stranger. She feels little shame for accepting his embraces. But will that be enough for her to become a part of his life as she so desperately wants? Or will the beast inside him drive her away?
Cynthia Sax: What creates problems between Isobelle and Bram?
Angelina J. Windsor: Again, oh boy! The fact that our heroine is attracted to the female in the story and allows her to be overly familiar if you get what I mean causes all sort of grief! It was my first f/f scene and my editor agreed it was scorching hot. I think I’d better have a cold shower.
Okay, I’m back. Yes, conflict drives stories. And Isobelle’s betrayal has dire consequences. She has much to atone for in proving her love for Bram and she suffers greatly.
Thank you, Angelina J. Windsor, for joining us today!
Angelina J. Windsor’s Website: http://www.angelinajwindsor.com/
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An ancient curse. A darkly handsome lord. A desperate woman.
Hungry and homeless, Isobelle refuses to sell her only possession, her body. When she is finally driven to end her suffering, Lord Bram Snowdon rescues her.
Bram lives under a curse, one that’s driven him to become a creature in hiding, knowing every full moon will turn him into a monster.
Bram and Isobelle both have demons to fight, and their struggles soon turn to lust…and love. But destiny awaits them: they are fated to help the Dragonstone clan reclaim its birthright. This mission puts Isobelle’s life in peril and worse, puts Bram’s trust in her at risk.
Morganas, daughter of the Merlin, mage of Dragonstone and Avalon, offers to be a source of the purest help to Isobelle but also becomes her darkest temptation.
Inside Scoop: This story contains a scorching-hot f/f scene.
Reader Advisory: This story has graphic sexual language and scenes—no closed bedroom doors (or other rooms) here!
An adult historical romance from Ellora’s Cave
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http://www.angelinajwindsor.com/seventh-son.html
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Billionaires And The Walk Of Shame
Walks of shame—many of us have done them, including the rich and the famous.
According to Wikipedia, a walk of shame “refers to a situation in which a person must walk past strangers or peers alone for an embarrassing reason before reaching a place of privacy. It often occurs the morning after a night out at a bar, nightclub, or party. People undertaking the walk of shame are understood to have spent the night at the residence of a sexual partner (or perceived sexual partner), particularly a one-night stand. The topic is often the subject of college newspaper commentary. The “walker” may often be identified by his or her disheveled appearance and incongruous evening attire, particularly on Saturday or Sunday mornings.”
Walks of shame are challenging to keep private, especially if you’re a high profile person such as a billionaire. In One Night With My Billionaire Master, Arianna wants to keep her one night with sexy billionaire, Logan Ross, a secret.
The problem is… His house is watched by the media. His every move is gossiped about.
So what does he do?
He buys a brand new taxi. The taxi passes through his gates into his private grounds. Arianna climbs into the back seat and hides, ducking down so no one can see her. The taxi leaves, appearing as though it has no passengers. No one follows an empty taxi. Arianna arrives home undetected.
Of course, she isn’t wearing last night’s clothing or looking disheveled either. Logan has a beautiful outfit for her to wear and all of the necessities a woman could want. He’s a classy, considerate man, our Logan Ross, which is one of the many reasons Arianna falls in love with him.
Have you ever done a walk of shame? Were you spotted?
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
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Sugarbabies – The Movie
I recently watched Sugarbabies, a made-for-TV-movie with older billionaire men and cash-poor female college students.
According to Wikipedia, sugar baby “is a slang term for a young female or male who is financially pampered/cared for by a ‘sugar daddy’ or ‘sugar mama’ in exchange for companionship.”
This IS a lower budget movie. Don’t expect Hollywood production or Oscar performances from every actor or actress.
But it was fun and interesting and there were some things I really enjoyed about this movie.
I loved that this movie featured a variety of heroines and their situations. Every heroine had a different reason for hooking up with an older, wealthier man, and their reasons weren’t purely financial. Yes, they needed help with their college tuition and other bills. But one heroine was seeking mentorship in business. Another heroine was seeking marriage. The main heroine, Katie, accidentally fell in love with her sugar daddy before she realized he was a sugar daddy.
The women were supportive of each other’s goals. They talked about how they would all be successful and how their different successes would help each other. They weren’t competitors. They were similar to the women I’m lucky to surround myself with.
I loved that NONE of the men pressured the women to have sex. As one character pointed out, these men could pay for sex if they wanted that. They wanted companionship, someone to listen to their problems, to spend time with them. Many of the women did have sex with their sugar daddies (not all did) but they initiated the sexy times. They were in control.
There was one thing that bothered me about this movie and that was how Katie was portrayed as feeling guilty for falling in love with an older, wealthy man. Her sugar daddy was handsome, sophisticated, listened to her, showed her things she wouldn’t otherwise be exposed to. If he had been broke ass, she would have shrugged it off as a failed relationship. Instead, she felt guilty about caring for him. Rich men are worthy of love too.
And I can’t fault the women for allowing the men to pay. My dear wonderful hubby wasn’t wealthy but he WAS living at home when we first met and he had fewer expenses than I did. So he paid for a lot of our dates. When we traveled before marriage, we needed to be chaperoned (due to dear wonderful mom-in-law’s religious beliefs) so we stayed with his family. He often booked the travel and often paid for it because traveling was more important to him (I was more worried about paying my rent).
This isn’t that different from the sugar daddy situation, except the scale is grander. The men wanted to attend fancy events. The women couldn’t afford it. The men could and so they paid (for everything, including the clothing and transportation).
Would you feel guilty about allowing a man to pay for a first date?
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Note: If you purchased Mastered 2, you already have this story.
One night. No one must know.
This is the text I sent Logan Ross this morning. The billionaire financier is my father’s number one nemesis and has been pursuing me for months. He wants to own me, completely, promising exquisite pleasure balanced by equally intense pain, vowing to dominate me, to show me wicked things a virgin like myself shouldn’t be interested in.
But I am extremely interested, and I’ll risk everything—my job, my family, my future—to experience one night of total submission with this powerful Dom.
Will one night be enough for both of us?
Buy Links:
Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Night-Billionaire-Master-City-Sizzle-ebook/dp/B00YDGYXBO
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