Hello, everyone, it's
Doris here. Raven has allowed me to take over her blog again, and I thought I
would introduce you to one of the side characters in Under Orders, my latest release with Evernight Publishing and
contribution to their fantastic Romance On The Go Line.
Short romance stories
designed to be read in one setting.
So, without further ado
please, please join me in giving a warm welcome to my heroine's 'Grandpops'.
"Do you mind me
calling you, Grandpops, Sir?"
Anna's grandfather
smiles at me and regards me through his wise blue eyes. Tall and still lean,
only his lined face, grey hair and arthritic fingers give away his age.
"Not at all, my
dear. After all, I am old enough to be your grandfather."
I almost wish he was,
because there is wealth of wisdom in every one of those laughter lines in his
weather beaten face. I offer him Raven's best plush chair and he sinks into it
with a grateful smile.
"Earl Grey?" I
ask.
"Yes please, my
dear, but make sure you brew it properly. I know you youngsters, you like to
take shortcuts." He pins me in place with his stare, and heat creeps into
my cheeks, as I remember all the times I just dunk a tea bag in a cup and run.
Thankfully Raven has already come to my rescue, and brewed the perfect cuppa.
"There you are,
brewed just like you prefer."
He raises one elegantly
shaped eyebrow at me, inhales the steam, and takes a cautious sip and smiles.
Phew. The
man is fussy about his tea, and according to Anna, nothing gets him crankier
faster than a wrongly prepared Cup of Tea. He relaxes in front of my eyes with
each small sip taken and I wait until the cup is half empty before I clear my
throat.
"Thank you again
for agreeing to be interviewed. I really appreciate it."
He takes another sip,
and then focuses his attention back on me.
"You're quite
welcome. I must admit I wasn't sure about having our family business aired for
all to see, but Anna assures me you did a good job."
I smile at the old man.
"I certainly tried
to tell Anna and Jonathan's story as best I could."
His smile slips a little
at the mention of Jonathan, and then he recovers.
"Yes, my future
grandson in law will have made sure you do I suppose. He can be most … convincing."
The way he puts emphasis
on that word sends a shiver down my spine. He puts his cup down, and laces his
fingers together.
"You didn't approve
of him, did you?" I ask.
Anna's grandfather
frowns and takes his time to answer.
"Can you blame me,
considering our family history? That man stands for everything I hate. I lost
my daughter to his race. I was not prepared to lose my granddaughter too."
There is an edge of
steel behind those softly delivered words, and I hold my breath as a myriad of
emotions crosses his face.
"However, Anna has
chosen him, and therefore he has become family. He is not all bad I suppose.
Though I still sleep with a sharpened stake under my pillow, and I'm certainly
not afraid to use it, should the need arise." This time when he smiles it
doesn't reach his eyes and I swallow hard. "Jonathan and I have an understanding,
let's leave it at that."
Time to change the
subject, me thinks.
"Tell me about
Anna. What is she like?"
His whole posture
relaxes and I breathe a sigh of relief.
"Anna is a
sweetheart. She fusses over me so. I keep telling her I may have one foot in
the grave, but I'm not senile and perfectly capable of looking after myself. I
don't think she believes me. She keeps sending me these nurses. I keep on
dismissing them. It is rather amusing. One good thing about her involvement
with Jonathan. She has less time to fuss over me. That man keeps her pretty
busy, in ways I don't even want to think about, but she has that glow." He
smirks and there is a definite naughty twinkle in his eyes now. "You know
the glow I mean … the one of a thoroughly—"
"Yes, yes I know
exactly what you mean." I hastily interrupt him. Surely he shouldn't be
this comfortable discussing his granddaughter's sex life? "I did have the honour of writing those
scenes."
"Of course you did,
dear." He winks at me, and lowers his voice. "If you really want a
good story, then get me drunk and ask about me about my youth. I have stories
to tell, that would burn these new fandangled e-readers you youngsters like to
read on these days. Agh, give me a book anytime. Still, I guess folks like you
wouldn't be published and Anna's story wouldn't be told, so I guess it's
okay—this time."
His lips curve up and he
picks up his tea cup again with an expectant look on his face. I scoot to
comply and re-fill his cup.
"Is there anything
else you wanted to ask me?"
I glance at my notes and
realize that asking him much more will give the story away, so I smile and
shake my head.
"I don't think so.
Is there anything you would like to add, Sir?"
He grins and that
devilish look is back in his eyes.
"Would you play a
game of chess with me? Strip chess?"
Words fail me they
really do…
****
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?
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.
****
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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Grand pops says thank you for the great cuppa, Raven;-)
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