Since I'm in the midst of being the birth midwife (okay, never mind--I'm channeling the divine spark of inspiration) for my DykeLove Quickies F/F kinky romance books, I really don't have much business participating in this Book Boyfriends Cafe Blog Hop, do I?
Then again, I couldn't help but think of the demanding alpha male that launched my Purr Scent serial on a bisexual female who has the best of both worlds and eventually find her guy AND her girl.
So of course, I had to participate in this book boyfriend blog hop, because it takes a strong man to share his woman ... with another woman.
That book boyfriend is Clark Mannings, a visiting executive who has had his eyes set on fellow CEO Mariah Olsen. Although in complementary industries, their negotiations have ended without contract or a follow-up date. Not the kind of non-contract Clark expected. So of course he chooses to make his move. :-)
Yum. See the excerpt below.
The lunch Mariah just had did little to keep her stomach from flip-flopping. Clark wasn't the kind of man anyone denied, even if he had no follow-up appointment in her calendar. Gulping, she hoped she didn't regret what she was about to say. “Thank you, Charlotte. You can send him in.”
Within seconds, the door to her austere cream-colored office opened. As quietly as he opened the door, Clark also closed it with a definitive click. Did he just lock her in? He sounded like a predator on the prowl, and she was the prey. How did he turn the tables like that, when this was her office, her company, her building?
Show no fear. Her mother's firm voice entered her head. No way would the daughter of Annika Alisha Olsen back down in the face of any man.
As Clark's imposing frame neared her blond wood desk, without looking up from her paperwork, Mariah asked in a dismissive manner, “To what do I owe the pleasure of this visit?” In the years she sat at this desk, this was the first time she wished she had a mahogany desk or any dark-toned desk that did not reflect the fluorescent overhead light. The light tones around her, including her white blouse, made her acutely aware of her cheeks and their potential for betrayal.
He set his briefcase down in the seat across from her, yet made no move to sit.
Glancing up from her seat of power to meet his eyes, her heart skipped a beat at his darkening gaze. The rascal. He purposefully situated himself so that she had to look up at him. In her own building. The arrogant ass. She gulped back a groan. Why did she have to think of his ass, the feel of him thrusting into her and giving her all manner of pleasure? Not very helpful at the moment.
“You know I offer the best in food grade packaging.” He leaned in, his hands perched on her desk. “Hands down.”
A shudder wracked her form as he straightened up and circled to her side of the desk. What was he doing walking around her desk like that? How dare he exert such blatant yet manipulative authority?
Purr Scent I: The Meeting
*Dubious consent is bolded for emphasis because this read is not for the feint of heart and may be a trigger for some folks.