Thanks so much for having me here today, Siobhan. :)
Under Orders was one of those stories that niggles at you, and nags in the
background until you sit down and do it justice. It all started with a picture.
I was scouring Pinterest for inspiration for a Tantalizing Tuesday's Flash.
Every Tuesday a talented bunch of authors gets together and using a photo
prompt of their choice they create a flash of two hundred words.
When I saw this picture it spoke to me immediately. http://pinterest.com/pin/340162578074870594/, and you can
find the actual flash here. It seems it
wasn't just me that picture spoke to, so eventually I say down and wrote the
full story. Naturally being a pantster the story took on a completely different
turn from the original idea. Jonathan is still the visiting CEO, and he is
still deliciously naughty, but he is also a vampire. Yes, that took me by
surprise too, and Anna is not just your ordinary PA. Oh no, she is the daughter
of a slayer, so in-between their off the chart chemistry there is a whole lot
of other things going on.
Will they make it? Well, you have
to read the book to find out.
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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?
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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Thanks so much for stopping by and happy reading! :)
Thanks for having me here, Siobhan :-)
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed the excerept, sounds a really hot read. i like the cover too. Wish Doris all the best with it
ReplyDeleteThanks so much, Julie :-)
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