Hello everyone, and a huge thank you to Raven for allowing me to come for a visit today. Where are my manners, however? Let me introduce myself. My name is George MacKenzie, and I’m the owner of Mackenzie and Son.
When my father fell ill I took over the running of the company, and entered a hornet’s nest. I really did. You see, the old man made some unwise investments, and struck up an alliance with the Adams Corporation. Part of that merger was marriage to one Felicia Adams.
I worked my ass off to get MacKenzies out of danger, not only to avoid that merger, but also to avoid Felicia. Quite apart from the fact that she leaves me cold, my feelings are engaged elsewhere, not that the man of my dreams had any ideas about that.
Well, I can’t exactly walk up to him and declare myself, now, can I? Besides, my encounters with men have hitherto been confined to some drunken fumbles when I was on leave from the army. My old man would have another heart attack if he knew I liked men.
Not that I don’t like women, I do… but. Hells bells, can you tell I was confused? All I did and do know is that love is love and I wanted James. How to tell him though, that was the thing.
In the end I settled for sending him a card, and let me tell you, my heart was in my throat the entire time I was waiting for him to find it. When he did… well, you’ll have to read the book to find out how it all worked out, but I shall leave you with his initial reaction.
I had a fight on my hands, but one I was more than willing to take on, because love is a precious thing…
~Love is a precious thing~
When James Dyllon finds an explicit card on his desk he doesn’t know what to think. His hot as Hades boss has never given him the slightest indication that he returns James’ affections, so this card can’t be from him. Two male lovers entwined—someone is having a laugh at his expense.
George MacKenzie is done lusting after James from afar. A New Year brings with it the opportunity for change and George is tired of hiding. Since taking over the company after his father fell ill, he is finally in a position to act on his feelings, and he wants James. The card might be a feeble attempt, but at least James does not seem disinterested.
Together they will be able to weather anything, as long as he can convince James that he really does want forever.
James’s sharp intake of breath seemed to sear straight across his heart and he shoved his hands in his trouser pockets to stop himself from reaching out and running his hands through the other man’s hair. It had gotten long, since George had first seen James, and now brushed across the wide expanse of the other man’s shoulders. James usually kept it tied back in keeping with office dress code, but today he’d left it loose. It had tormented George all day with images of burying his fists in the other man’s hair and fucking him across his desk.
He suppressed a groan at those mental images, and forced his gaze away from the prominent bulge in James’s groin. Even covered with the tee it was still obvious that James was sporting some impressive wood of his own, and it soothed some of the churning in George’s gut. James traced the naked figures on the card George had given him, and George could swear he felt the slow measured movements of one long index finger on his own skin. Wishful thinking for sure, but James hadn’t laughed in his face, or run away screaming either, so those were both hopeful signs, right?
By the time James finally looked up at him, George’s nerves were strung so tight, he had trouble breathing and he was willing the other man to say something.
Fuck it, he was so out of practice with this approaching another man shit. Apart from a few fumbles in his teenage years, and some more drunken encounters since then, he hadn’t been with a man in years. His father would surely have another heart attack, if he knew of his son’s proclivities, but, damn it, George was tired of hiding who he was. Life was too short, especially when every fiber of your being screamed at you that you had finally found the one person you were meant to be with.
“This was…” James twirled the card round his fingers, and every line of his body spoke of his wariness, as he slowly ran his gaze over George’s body. George’s skin itched and he grew all kinds of hot and bothered under James’s intense perusal. His facial expression gave nothing away. James was a master at hiding his emotions, always the perfect gentleman, but under the veneer of polite professionalism there lurked a passionate nature, an edge, that excited George. His gaze snared on the tattoo that curled up the back of his neck and down the right biceps. It was normally hidden by James’s work shirts but the tight fitting tee the other man had chosen to wear today not only outlined James’s muscled torso, but also revealed what looked like a nipple ring, and George’s mouth watered in anticipation.
“Stupid, deluded, welcome? What? Please put me out of my misery here. I know I’m completely overstepping the bounds of our professional relationship, but I didn’t send that card as your boss.” George paused, and ran a far from steady hand through his close cropped hair, and took a deep breath. “I sent it as a man, hoping you might just feel the same.”
Another sharp intake of breath was his answer, and George swallowed hard, when James slowly got up. They matched each other in height and this close to him, he could see the yellow flecks in James’s brown eyes, and his breathing sped up as James’s pupils dilated. Their breaths mingled and it took every ounce of self-control George possessed to not crush his mouth against James’s and claim the other man’s full lips.
“Unexpected,” James finally said and smiled, and George blinked in relief. A short lived emotion, as James stepped away, and threw the card down on his desk. When he looked at George again, the mask was firmly back in place.
“Just answer me this. What about Felicia Adams? Are you not supposed to be her intended? I won’t be your dirty secret, or one last fling before you settle down and play happy families. I deserve more than that.”
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.