BLURB:
When Deacon Sarkis
sets his sights on the gorgeous young model gracing the pages of his glossy
catalogue, he knows he has to have her. One problem. She’s not available. But
that won’t stop Deacon. He’s a man used to getting what he wants and he wants
Mia.
Mia is stunned when she receives an email from the elusive billionaire who owns the lingerie company she models for. He tells her he’s intrigued. He’s not the only one. But she knows she’d be a fool to throw away an eight year relationship for a brief affair with the head honcho. He doesn’t do relationships and she doesn’t do casual sex. It seems they’re at an impasse.
Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?
Mia is stunned when she receives an email from the elusive billionaire who owns the lingerie company she models for. He tells her he’s intrigued. He’s not the only one. But she knows she’d be a fool to throw away an eight year relationship for a brief affair with the head honcho. He doesn’t do relationships and she doesn’t do casual sex. It seems they’re at an impasse.
Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?
EXCERPT:
I stared at my reflection. “I don’t understand, Barbara. I
thought Eleni was supposed to be
modeling the bridal collection.”
She pinned the white bustier until my full breasts spilled
over the top. Then she artfully
arranged the white sheer robe so it revealed just enough of
her handiwork to be enticing without
looking trashy. “What the boss wants, the boss gets. Even if
it means we have to lose sleep to get
these damn alterations done on time.”
“Remind me to give you a raise, Barbara.”
I turned so fast that the pin Barbara was holding jabbed me
in the thigh, but I barely noticed.
It was him. Oh God. I couldn’t breathe. I was going to pass
out right there.
“Mr. Starkis,” Barbara said, a blush stealing over her
cheeks. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t hear you
come in.”
“I’d like a moment alone with Miss Barnes, Barbara.” He gave
her a pointed stare before he
said, “I’ll try not to keep her too long. I understand
you’re on a tight schedule.”
She lowered her head before gathering her measuring tape and
pins. “No problem, take all
the time you need.”
He waited until Barbara had closed the door and we were
alone before he whispered, “Theia,
you look breathtaking.”
I still didn’t know what theia meant, and I was beyond
irritated to be meeting him under
these circumstances, especially armed with the knowledge
about his penchant for young models.
Closing the gap in the sheer robe, I tried to stare him
down, but it wasn’t easy. Even
standing on a pedestal and wearing four-inch heels, I was
still slightly shorter than he was.
“We meet at last.” He stepped closer and ran a fingertip
over my cheek. “You’re even more
beautiful in person than I imagined you would be.”
His accent was more pronounced than it had been over the
phone and sent delicious chills up
my spine in spite of my annoyance at my body’s betrayal.
His bright blue eyes flashed with irritation. “You are
annoyed with me. Again?”
“I’m not having this conversation here.” I looked around,
wondering if he’d seduced other
women in that very room. “I’m working. Kindly leave.”
His irritation blossomed into anger. “I own this goddamn
building. No one tells me when to
leave.”
Oh. Feeling properly chastised, I did the only thing I
could. I turned away from him and
fixed all my attention on the mirror in front of me. He
walked around me in a slow circle, his hand rubbing the dark stubble on his
square jaw.
“Mmmm, this looks even better than I imagined it would. It’s
so easy to imagine unwrapping
you on our wedding night.”
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
When one door closes, another one opens. I
closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which left me with a
decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition business, go to
work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose the latter and
I’ve never looked back!
I’ve always loved reading and writing, but it wasn’t
until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my career,
instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.
It was like someone flipped a
switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out. At the end of the day,
I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the heck wrote that? ‘Cause
I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me!’
I don’t write books. I tell
stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their stories through me. I’m
not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why? Because I have no idea how
the story will evolve and it’s not my place to manipulate it. My job is to get
to know these characters, figure out what makes them tick, then follow their
journey wherever it takes me.
When I’m not writing, I’m
daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband and son who know I’ll
re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse decides it’s quitting
time. I don’t work for myself. I work for her. She’s the boss. And I’m okay
with that.
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