Thanks so much for having me
here, Jorja, with my newest release, Under
Orders.
Everyone likes a good office
based romance, right? That age old power exchange between boss and employee
lends itself to so many different connotations. How far will she go to please
her boss, as they tread the fine line between mutual arousal and sexual
harassment case waiting to happen?
My heroines are no
pushovers, and Anna is no exception to this rule. So, why is she letting the
visiting CEO take such liberties with her body? Why indeed?
You will have to read the
book to find out, but these two are intertwined in more ways than you can
imagine. I had great fun writing this story and I was as clueless as the next
person as to where this was all going. The joys of a pantster, and all that….
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Blurb:
Who ever heard of being ordered to wear vibrating panties to a business
meeting? The visiting CEO may be sex-on-legs-gorgeous, but Anna knows a sexual
harassment case when she sees it. No one is going to order her to entertain Jonathan Symmonds—no one but
her own body it seems.
Jonathan proves a hard man
to resist. When he reveals his secret identity, this daughter of a slayer ought
to be running for the hills not play submissive to his dark side.
Will passion and a shared
past be enough to keep them together, or is their bond doomed to end at the
stake?
Be Warned: bondage, public
exhibition
Excerpt:
Clearly
it had been way too long since Anna had last gotten laid if her body could
respond to a complete stranger in this fashion of reckless abandonment.
He
turned his attention back to the room, and Anna released the breath she’d been
holding. Brian glared at her, and that uneasy feeling in her stomach returned.
She squared her shoulders and stared him down, before Jonathan’s hand on her
thigh pulled her attention back to him.
“I
would like to thank Anna for her diligent attention to detail in drawing up
these reports.” He shifted his hand higher during those few words, until he
reached the top of her stocking. Digging one finger underneath he caressed the
soft skin of her inner thigh, and Anna forced herself not to squirm and give
the game away. “She has been most thorough, and the results will show once and
for all who is responsible for this current … mishap.”
He
smiled briefly, and looked toward Brian. The older man shrank in his seat. His
Adam’s apple bobbed wildly as though he could barely hold onto his saliva.
Beads of sweat broke out on his ruddy complexion, and Anna was half expecting
the pencil he clutched to splinter under the strain of his white knuckled grip.
“I
also feel the need to make it clear that Anna acted under direct orders from
myself and her immediate superior.” He nodded toward Anna’s boss, and Leonard
Peterson shifted to stand behind Brian, his expression as grave as she’d ever
seen it.
“No
one here should have any reason to hold the findings of this report against
Anna.” Again he paused, and his penetrating gaze swept around the room until he
seemed satisfied that he had everyone’s undivided attention. At the same time
he shifted his hand higher up the inside of her thigh, until his knuckles
brushed against the damp fabric covering her slit. Anna bit her lip to stop
herself from moaning. The feather light touch seared her core, and her internal
muscles clenched in need. The fabric grew wetter, and he was bound to notice.
She risked a peek at his profile, and the slight elevation to his bottom lip
told her that he knew exactly how turned on she was.
He
took a deep breath and brushed his forefinger against her clit, pressing down
just enough to make the little nubbin tingle in anticipation. That smirk of his
deepened, when she couldn’t help her involuntary jump in response.
“Likewise
no one in this room has anything to fear from these findings, unless they have
not been acting in the company’s best interests. If you have indeed been
mishandling funds then now would be a prudent time to own up to this fact.”
Again
he paused, and Anna held her breath. He looked every inch the ruthless and
dangerous business man he was reported to be. His harsh features had drawn
tight, his high cheek bones accentuated under the artificial lighting that filled
the room, despite the blaring sun outside the windows overlooking London’s
skyline. He held himself perfectly still, the muscles bulging in tension under
the light summer suit he wore. Only his finger moved in slow, measured circles,
designed to drive Anna to the brink of insanity. She grasped hold of her
armrests again, and coughed to hide her moan as that finger slipped under the
elastic of her underwear and teased her entrance.
“I-I—”
Brian shot out of his chair and looked as though he would have made a run for
it, had Leonard not grabbed him by the suit lapels and pinned him against the
wall. The door burst open, and two burly security guards took over and dragged
Brian from the room. Anna was barely aware of the ensuing commotion, because
Jonathan chose that moment to thrust two fingers knuckle deep inside her
channel. Her pussy walls tightened around the digits, and Anna shut her eyes
against the rising sensation deep within. There was something so deliciously
naughty about the CEO finger-fucking her under the table.
The
barely functioning rational side of her brain urged her to scream, to do
something. He was taking liberties with her body that he had no right to take,
but the other horny as hell part of her told that side to shut the fuck up,
even as Jonathan added his thumb to her clit, pushing her closer and closer to
release.
“Leonard,
get Anna a glass of water. She is looking a little flushed.”
Her
eyes flew open at the amused words, and she knew her cheeks must be as red as
the roses in the vase across the room, when her boss stepped close enough to
her to see exactly what was happening under the table. Jonathan did not release
her. If anything he stepped up his assault, curling his fingers in such a way
that he massaged her sweet spot deep inside.
Leonard
cleared his throat repeatedly, and the water splashed over the side of the
glass he was pouring for Anna, masking the wet sounds of Jonathan’s fingers
thrusting in and out of her sopping cunt. She would leave a visible stain on
her skirt and chair at this rate, but Anna could no more stop herself from
climbing towards bliss than she could stop breathing. She dug her fingers into
the arms of her chair and bit her lip so hard she drew blood, as her orgasm hit
her with the full force of a speeding train. Irrespective of where she was, or
perhaps because of it, waves of pleasure crashed over her, as her body shook in
delicious aftershocks. Jonathan did not withdraw his fingers until the last of
her shudders stopped, and when she opened her eyes it was to find the room
empty, bar the three of them.
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Author
Bio:
Glutton for punishment would be a good
description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily
basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from
adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with
children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive
husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do
after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the
locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her
characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will
find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any
peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and
sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as
they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting
love stories are guaranteed.
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