From the Author…
Thanks so much for hosting me on your blog today with my new release The Job.
Like so many of my stories this started as flash on my blog. From the minute I wrote their first meeting, when Alex opens the door to find a face from her past, the one man she’d never forgotten, the one man with whom she had a ton of unfinished business… yeah, I knew I needed to write their story.
Alex is only doing this Job as a favour to her flatmate. How hard can it be to pretend to be an Escort? Alex is an actress, so this should be easy…. Not so, when you know the client who knocks at your door.
Such a delicious conflict, don’t you think?
Can they work out their differences, or will this job tear them further apart? You’ll have to read the book, I’m afraid. Things are not what they seem.
The Job releases October 8th and is the first story in a new series called Premiere Companions, which is set around the adventures of this particular elite escort service…
Premiere Companions, 1
Accepting money for sex is wrong—isn’t it?
Alexandra Farrington certainly thinks so. The job she’s agreed to do for her friend is not supposed to involve any sex. However, no man spends this much money on a swish hotel suite and sinful lingerie, and not expect the horizontal shimmy in return. And what sort of man employs escorts anyhow?
Nathanial Longton cannot believe his eyes when the door opens to reveal his companion for the evening. He has never forgotten the housekeeper’s daughter. The girl he grew up with has grown into a beautiful, sexy woman, and what’s more she’s all his for the night.
They have unfinished business and, with her at his mercy, it’s payback time.
If only this was just about sex, but Alexandra’s submission awakens much more than his inner Sadist….
Love is far harder to ignore.
Be warned: BDSM, spanking, anal sex
“Present for me, girl, you know what to do.”
His voice sounded hoarse. It chased away the last of her misgivings. She might well regret this in the morning, but for now, she needed this, wanted this one night with him. She had no doubt that Nathanial would take her out of her head, help her forget all that bad stuff that had happened, as she scrambled to her knees in the middle of the bed.
“Good girl, take your bra off for me. Then spread your legs as wide as they go. Let me see what’s mine, pet.”
He grinned at her groan in answer. Alex gave herself a moment to admire the play of muscles in his chest as he ran a hand through his hair. He picked up the tie off the floor, where it had fallen when he yanked the sheet off the bed.
Twisting it around his hand, he raised an eyebrow at her. Alex scrambled to take off her bra.
“Not so fast, girl, nice and slow. Give me a show.”
His grin deepened when she groaned again, but she dutifully reached behind to undo her clasp. Using her arms, she kept the bra pinned to her side. She then made a big show of slipping each strap off her shoulder with her index finger. His eyes darkened further when she shrugged her shoulders. Releasing her grip on the sides of her bra, she allowed the cups to slip, as she leaned forward.
“Okay, not that slow. Show me your tits.”
She giggled at the strain in his voice, then threw her bra over her shoulder with as much flourish as she could muster. Unfortunately she almost upended the glass of water on the nightstand in the process. It wobbled precariously, before it stopped right on the edge. Alex breathed a sigh of relief at the fact that it didn’t fall.
When she looked back at Nathanial the warm affection mixed in with amusement gave her a warm glow inside. Mindful of his instructions, she got back on her knees, spread her legs as far they went, and grasping one globe each lifted her breasts up for her Sir’s inspection.
She caught his smile of approval, before she dropped her gaze to the bed. The knowledge that she pleased him made her feel ten feet tall inside.
“Such a good girl. Close your eyes for me. I don’t want you to see, just feel.”
“That’s my good girl.” She heard the smile in his voice. In the next instant, the bed dipped. Something soft and silky trailed across the tips of her engorged nipples. The slight contact sent frissons of excitement down her spine. When his hot breath ghosted across the sensitive flesh she didn’t even try to stop her moan.
“That’s my girl. I want to hear you. I want to hear every little moan and sigh. When I eat you out, finally allow you to come, I want to hear you scream. Does my beautiful pet think she can do that for me?”
His deep, dark voice pulled her under. Alex knew she would have done about everything for him right now. Her clit pulsed and her internal muscles clenched in desperate need for his touch, as he resumed the erotic torture of her nipples with what she assumed must be his tie. He alternated the soft strokes of the fabric with licks of his tongue. She jumped when he sucked one hardened peak into his mouth, while torturing the other side with feather light caresses of his silky tie.
Every suck and pull from his mouth sent darts of need down to her clit. Her thighs grew damp, her thong gave up the fight in containing the liquid evidence of her arousal, and she whimpered in need, pushing her breasts farther into his mouth.
A sharp swat to her thigh was her answer. Alex groaned her disappointment when she felt him withdraw.
“Hold still, pet, or I’ll start with that punishment after all. In fact…”
Before she knew what was happening the air shifted. In the next instant, he’d pushed her face down onto the bed. She jumped when he cupped her mound through the sodden lace of her underwear, rubbed his palm up and down her slit with just enough pressure to ramp up her arousal even more but not enough to come.
“So fucking wet for me already. You’re getting wetter by the minute, girl. Tell me is it me or the thought of punishment that turns you on?” he asked.
“You Sir … ouch.”
The resulting slap to her ass stung like crazy. It meant she would have collapsed onto the bed, had he not grasped her hips and pulled her ass back into the air. His hands on her backside soothed the sting from his earlier swat. Alex groaned when she felt him kiss the globe he’d just hit. He followed that gentle touch with a bite hard enough to make her yelp, before he soothed that sting away with his lips.
“I love your ass, baby. I should warn you, I like to bite, leave my marks. Is that okay with you?”
The strain in his voice was music to her ears. She panted the only answer she could give to that far too arousing thought.
“God, yes, Sir. Green, I’m green, please don’t stop.”
Doris is a writer of sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, Sci-fi, BDSM, F/F, M/M, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
Happily married for the last twenty-five years, she lives with her husband and their brood of nine in a far too small house filled with love, laughter, and chaos.