Hello everyone. So glad to be back at chez Raven's to share my latest release with you. The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin released yesterday.
Here's the blurb:
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy. When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.
Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?
Be Warned: BDSM, spanking, rimming, anal sex, wax play, erotic asphyxiation
This is the first Billionaire story I have written and the research was such fun. When money is no limit, the only limit is your imagination, and I spent many a happy hour looking into ridiculously expensive suites at the Dorchester in London. Seriously, do you know how much they charge a day? My jaw hit the floor and to think that there are people out there, who live like that every day and take it for granted. Mind boggling indeed. Now, Lakota, my hero in this story, does not take his wealth for granted. He has worked himself up the corporate ladder from the ground up. It has made him rather jaded of people in general and women in particular. He's no stranger to gold diggers and also painfully aware that his heritage means folks still look down at him. Lakota is half Sioux, a heritage he is proud of, but does not flaunt.
He is used to getting his money to get what he wants, though, and in this instance he wants Alice. This contradiction in terms marches right under his defences, and unimpressed by his wealth as she is, he has no come back against the feelings she invokes in him.
I'll leave you with a little snippet from their honeymoon in Sri Lanka. Another fun research project that Raven has been ever so helpful with. It helps to have well-travelled friends who's brains you can pick.
"Thank you, Forrester, that will be all. We'll manage from here."
The butler finished pouring Alice's coffee, smiled at her, and bowed his head.
"As you wish, Sir. Your car will be ready from midday."
"Car?" Alice asked. She wrapped her hands round her coffee cup, lifted it up and inhaled deeply with such a look of bliss on her face, that Lakota couldn't tear his gaze away from her.
"What? So I like coffee." She stuck her tongue out at him, and he poured himself his own cup, grateful for the chance to keep his hands busy to stop himself from the sudden impulse to throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to bed. As tempting as that thought was, they didn't have the time.
He simply smiled at her and handed her the basket of freshly prepared croissants.
"I could get so used to this, you know." She licked the butter off her fingers, and Lakota's cock rose to the occasion again. So much for being in a more comfortable state around her once they were married. He was beginning to think he would be in a permanent state of half-mast at least around her. He hadn't been this horny and unable to control his dick since his teenage years, which should probably worry him a great deal, but seeing Alice enjoy her breakfast with such enthusiasm didn't leave any room for worry.
"Forrester said car." She mumbled the words around mouthful of foods, and Lakota laughed. The just departing housekeeping threw him an odd look. Had it really been that long since he simply laughed? It must have been because she bowed and made a hasty exit, muttering to herself in Spanish.
He got the gist of her mutterings loud and clear though. Something along the lines of it being an almighty miracle to see him happy.
"Lakota, are you even listening to me?" Alice threw a croissant at him and giggled when she hit him right on the nose. Bits of pastry fell around him like confetti, and he sneezed, pitching his wife into gales of laughter.
He tried his best to glare at her, but failed miserably.
"Sorry, but at least I got your attention now. What is he going on about? What car?"
Lakota stood up and opened his robe to shake off the offending crumbs. He smirked at Alice's sharp intake of breath and the way her cheeks heated, before she hastily looked away.
"Like what you see, sweet little Alice?"
"You know I do, so stop trying to distract me. Where are we going?"
"Curiosity killed the cat, my sweet. I told you that before. It's a surprise."
Alice sulked, and he laughed again.
"How will I know what to pack, if I don't know where I'm going?"
"It's all taken care of, my sweet, and besides, we're on our honeymoon. I intend to keep you in as little clothing as possible."
Lakota took great satisfaction in seeing his sassy little wife turn a nice shade of beetroot, as her coffee went down the wrong way.
Alice sank into the air conditioned plush interior of their chauffeured car with a sigh of relief. Despite wearing not much else but a skimpy summer dress, the short walk in the Sri Lankan sun had left her covered in perspiration. It was about ten AM here, and already the heat was stifling. She hid her yawn, and Lakota's low chuckle in her ear sent shivers of awareness down her spine. The heat of his chino clad thigh branded hers, and she bit her lip when he placed his large hand on her upper thigh, perilously close to her throbbing center.
She threw him a glance from under her lashes, and whilst she couldn't see his eyes, hidden as they were by his aviator sunglasses, his wicked smile gave him away.
"Lakota." Her urgent whisper made that smile of his deepen, and Alice held her breath when he trailed his hand higher until his fingertips just brushed against her core.
She pointedly looked towards their driver, who was weaving through the steadily building traffic with effortless ease, even if she had to shut her eyes a few times.
"Relax. He’ll get us there in one piece." Lakota's hot breath feathered across her damp neck and left tingles of awareness in its wake. He took her earlobe between his teeth and bit down slightly at the same time as his fingers slipped under the elastic of her thong. She tensed, and he kissed her. The kiss was a thorough exploration of firm lips and slow measured thrusts of his tongue until she clung to his shoulders and ground herself against his questing digits. He groaned into her mouth, and her internal muscles clenched around his fingers.
"Lakota, we shouldn't."
"Oh yes, we should. I want you so fucking much. This trip has been torture, so far."
The car lurched suddenly as their driver slammed on the breaks to avoid a wooden lorry crossing into their lane, and Lakota withdrew his fingers with an exaggerated sigh.
"I am so sorry," their driver said. "Traffic is particularly bad today."
"Just get us there in one piece, will you?" Lakota winked at her and licked his glistening fingers with great care.
"Bastard." She whispered the words and glared at him, and Lakota laughed.
"We'll finish this the minute I get you alone in our villa."
(for the official red hot excerpt click here)
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.