Well, hello there, my lovelies.
I have been absent for a while and it’s not because I forgot about this blog or you people. No, no. I have some very exciting news.
I’M FINALLY A PUBLISHED AUTHOR.
Karen did not know what to do about her infatuation with her millionaire employer, Nathan Black. He could be irresistible and demanding, he could be tender and caring. It wasn’t right to be falling for her boss but she couldn’t help it. The question was- Would he be there to catch her?
Nathan did not know how, why or when he started to care about his personal secretary. After what had happened eight years ago, neither did he expect nor did he want to be falling for anyone. But then she came into his life and drunkenly made her way to his bed. Could he stop her from making her way to his heart?
It’s a short story that revolves around the billionaire and his secretary. It contains graphic sexual scenes and foul language. It is strongly advised for only those above the age of 18.
This is the first novella in a series of five.
Oh my god, I’m so happy. I would be forever grateful if you guys could check it out. The links are below. It’s a short cliche romance based in New York. The first of its series. Currently, I’m giving out free soft copies in exchange for reviews. So if you’re interested in that, you can email me on email@example.com with your preferred format.
THANKS A TON.
Oh, and I promise I’ll be regular from now on. Toodles.
“Ms. Miles?” A deep baritone resonated beside me.
I swiveled my stool towards the source of the voice. Unnerving dark eyes stared back at me.
Maybe I should’ve been surprised to see Mr. Black there at the same night as I was. But then he owned the club and the five star hotel above it, just as he owned probably half of New York. So it wasn’t that surprising.
“I know you,” I said, narrowing my eyes. “You’re… I know you. Don’t I?”
He seemed amused at my drunken state and drawling manner of speaking. “Perhaps.”
I nodded to myself. “I know I do.”
I waved my hand impatiently at him as I accepted the drink the bartender offered me. “Call me Karrie.” This brought out a smile on his face that I openly swooned over. I did tend to become pretty adventurous when I was drunk.
“Alright, Karrie,” he spoke my name slowly, as if testing it on his lips. “What are you doing here?”
I raised my hands in the air in excitement. “Celebrating!” I screamed and clapped.
“What’s the occasion?” he asked.
“I got a job today,” I said with giddy pleasure, as if he already didn’t know that.
“Congratulations,” he said, the glint of amusement at my state never fading.
“Thank you,” I squealed, clapping my hands.
“How do you like your job up till now?” he enquired. Of course the smart bastard would want to know that.
“It’s just been a day but I know I’m going to love it,” I fawned, then lowered my voice somberly, “There’s just this teeny tiny problem…”
His eyebrows lowered. “What?”
“I have this little crush on my boss,” I stage-whispered conspiratorially, “That’s totally inappropriate but he’s so cute.” Then I gasped dramatically. “That’s how I know you. You look like him. But he’s cuter.” I added the last part derisively.
He leaned back, an easy grin spread across his face. “Is it?”
I shrugged, my restless gaze already wandering around the club, wondering why my friends hadn’t come to get me yet. They must have seen me with a hot guy and thought I was getting my charm on. Oh how I wished someone would come and get me this one time before I made more of a fool of myself.
“You know, you should tell him,” he suggested, sipping his drink and viewing me from atop the rim of the glass.
“Nah. His standards are probably way higher. Why would he like me when there are supermodels he could get anytime?” I replied, my speech becoming more and more incoherent.
“You underestimate yourself, Karrie,” he said.
“Really? If you were him, would you take me home?” I worried my lower lip with my teeth.
He reached over to free my lip with his thumb, the rest of his fingers cupping my chin. “I would,” he murmured.
“You’re so adorable.” I giggled and pinched his cheeks, making him wrinkle his nose. I sighed, “I wish you were him.”
“You can pretend like I am. I won’t mind,” he said. He was so close to me that I could smell his spicy cologne mixed with a virile scent that caused tremors to go through my body.
Before I could stop myself, I tugged him towards me by the tie loosely knotted around his neck till his lips were on mine. Instead of pulling back, like the sober part of my brain reckoned he should, he hesitated for a second and then put his arms around my waist so naturally as if they belonged there. My lips were urgent against his, moving with a frantic pace that he mediated. His fingers toyed with the hem of my top and my skin burnt wherever his knuckles brushed against it.
I probably had the most epic “fuck me and leave me” look on my face because he asked me if he I wanted to go somewhere a little more private and I replied by running the tip of my tongue along his jaw.
He growled as he took me by the hand and led me out of there. On the hall right across the club was an elevator that led to the rooms above in the hotel. He straightaway led me to the twenty fifth floor. As soon as the elevator doors closed, his lips were on me again, leaving a trail of blazing kisses along my throat. I was backed up against the wall of the elevator as I let him have his way with me. Some small part of my mind that wasn’t under the influence of vodka knew that it was Nathan and this wasn’t something I should be doing. But the bigger, drunk part of me didn’t give a flying fuck. It wanted him to do whatever he wanted to me.
He picked me up in his strong muscular arms, cupping my butt as I wrapped my legs around his waist. I could feel his growing erection through his trousers, pressing against my open legs.
The doors slid open smoothly and he carried me inside the only room in the hall with me still clinging to him. He kicked the door shut behind him and turned around suddenly to push me against the door. My head banged against the unforgiving wood but he didn’t care. His kisses receded lower from my throat to my neckline, his teeth teasing the edge of the top.
“Stop being a tease,” I growled.
His eyes snapped up to mine, surprised I had spoken. But when I glared at him, he chuckled. “Make me stop,” he challenged.