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August 9, 2013
Read the 1st Chapter of Her Dream Dom Free
Here is the 1st chapter of Her Dream Dom in its entirety. I hope you enjoy it. This is a short novella, of around 16,000 words.
Her Dream Dom is available from Bookstrand HERE
HER DREAM DOMMasters of Submission
JAN BOWLESCopyright © 2013
Chapter One
“Sara, believe me, you look fantastic. You always do.” Melanie sounded confident, so why couldn’t she trust her best friend’s judgment?
Sara Deveraux stared at her reflection in the flip-down mirror of the sun visor as she adjusted her makeup. She’d parked her car in the lot opposite the club, and they’d been waiting for the last ten minutes, while she tried to pull herself together.
What the hell is the matter with me?
On several occasions she’d been to Club Submission, but each time, just before she went in, she’d become increasingly anxious. She ran her fingers nervously through her hair, making sure the gold clasp holding her sky-high ponytail was firmly secured, and her makeup correctly applied.
Melanie must have guessed her train of thought, because she leaned across and squeezed her hand. “What you need to do, is let go and forget about your ex.”
Her friend, as always, talked sense. Rob hadn’t been very accommodating when they’d split, demanding that she move out almost immediately. The selfish, self-absorbed bastard. Thankfully, Melanie had offered to put her up, while she sorted herself out.
Grateful for her unwavering support, Sara patted her best friend’s hand. “He’s history, Mel.”
Melanie grinned at her. “Maybe you’ll meet the right Master tonight.”
Sara took a deep breath as a quiver of excitement pulsed through her body. She’d always believed in kismet. Somewhere in the world was the ultimate Master for her sexual cravings. Was he already waiting for her behind the four walls of Club Submission? That thought alone spurred her into action. “I’m ready to go in now.”
Her friend smiled. “Great. You, darling, look like a fetish wet dream.”
Smiling, Sara stroked the black latex outfit that she wore. The catsuit clung to her skin, enhancing her arousal by constricting the whole of her body. “I must admit, latex does things to me no other material can.” She breathed in. “Mmm, it smells fantastic, too. I feel so damned sexy in it.” As soon as she’d slid into the skintight garment at Melanie’s place, she’d felt decidedly sexual. The sensual erotic pressure on her erogenous zones made her feel totally alive.
In a happier mood, she turned to her friend. “And you, Miss Whiplash, look great as a Dominatrix.” The sexy red latex outfit her friend had chosen to wear zipped up at the front, allowing a large amount of cleavage to be exposed, while black, thigh-length boots and a small crop finished the theme.
“That’s because I am a Domme.” While it was Melanie’s natural tendency to be in control, Sara’s personality was firmly rooted in the submissive side. The idea of being controlled by a sexy Dom was why she was here. Melanie touched her hand, rousing her from her introspection. “Shall we go?”
“Why not.” Sara took a deep breath and slid from the car.
A thrill of excitement pulsed through every nerve ending as they casually strolled toward the two large bronze ravens guarding the impressive entrance of the club. As they both walked up the short flight of steps, she became increasingly aware of her heightened breathing. Just what exhilarating pleasures would she find behind the heavy oak doors of Club Submission tonight?
You can find out more at Bookstrand HERE
Her Dream Dom is available from Bookstrand HERE
HER DREAM DOMMasters of SubmissionJAN BOWLESCopyright © 2013
Chapter One
“Sara, believe me, you look fantastic. You always do.” Melanie sounded confident, so why couldn’t she trust her best friend’s judgment?
Sara Deveraux stared at her reflection in the flip-down mirror of the sun visor as she adjusted her makeup. She’d parked her car in the lot opposite the club, and they’d been waiting for the last ten minutes, while she tried to pull herself together.
What the hell is the matter with me?
On several occasions she’d been to Club Submission, but each time, just before she went in, she’d become increasingly anxious. She ran her fingers nervously through her hair, making sure the gold clasp holding her sky-high ponytail was firmly secured, and her makeup correctly applied.
Melanie must have guessed her train of thought, because she leaned across and squeezed her hand. “What you need to do, is let go and forget about your ex.”
Her friend, as always, talked sense. Rob hadn’t been very accommodating when they’d split, demanding that she move out almost immediately. The selfish, self-absorbed bastard. Thankfully, Melanie had offered to put her up, while she sorted herself out.
Grateful for her unwavering support, Sara patted her best friend’s hand. “He’s history, Mel.”
Melanie grinned at her. “Maybe you’ll meet the right Master tonight.”
Sara took a deep breath as a quiver of excitement pulsed through her body. She’d always believed in kismet. Somewhere in the world was the ultimate Master for her sexual cravings. Was he already waiting for her behind the four walls of Club Submission? That thought alone spurred her into action. “I’m ready to go in now.”
Her friend smiled. “Great. You, darling, look like a fetish wet dream.”
Smiling, Sara stroked the black latex outfit that she wore. The catsuit clung to her skin, enhancing her arousal by constricting the whole of her body. “I must admit, latex does things to me no other material can.” She breathed in. “Mmm, it smells fantastic, too. I feel so damned sexy in it.” As soon as she’d slid into the skintight garment at Melanie’s place, she’d felt decidedly sexual. The sensual erotic pressure on her erogenous zones made her feel totally alive.
In a happier mood, she turned to her friend. “And you, Miss Whiplash, look great as a Dominatrix.” The sexy red latex outfit her friend had chosen to wear zipped up at the front, allowing a large amount of cleavage to be exposed, while black, thigh-length boots and a small crop finished the theme.
“That’s because I am a Domme.” While it was Melanie’s natural tendency to be in control, Sara’s personality was firmly rooted in the submissive side. The idea of being controlled by a sexy Dom was why she was here. Melanie touched her hand, rousing her from her introspection. “Shall we go?”
“Why not.” Sara took a deep breath and slid from the car.
A thrill of excitement pulsed through every nerve ending as they casually strolled toward the two large bronze ravens guarding the impressive entrance of the club. As they both walked up the short flight of steps, she became increasingly aware of her heightened breathing. Just what exhilarating pleasures would she find behind the heavy oak doors of Club Submission tonight?
You can find out more at Bookstrand HERE
August 7, 2013
It's Release Day for Her Dream Dom ~ The Revised and Expanded Edition
Hi, everyone, I'm so excited that release day is finally here, and that I can send my new baby into the world. Her Dream Dom is a short novella of around 16,000 words and focuses on the romance Of Jack Montrose and Sara Deveraux. Trust is a big issue with Sara, and Jack has his work cut out to convince her he has her best interests at heart.
When thirty-five-year-old Jack Montrose returns to Club Submission for the first time in three years, he’s immediately drawn to Sara Deveraux, a twenty-eight-year-old stunning beauty. Dressed to kill, she’s sexually alluring, and everything he desires in a woman.A proficient rope player and Master of Club Submission in his own right, Jack Montrose knows how to please a lady. But has he met his match in the sexy woman wearing high heels and latex?Still smarting from the breakup with her ex who severely compromised her safety during a bondage scene, Sara is undeniably wary of the new Dom in town. Although he’s so self-assured, and handsome, is she really willing to place her trust in him?Using his skills as a rope player and natural dominant, can Jack convince Sara that he is serious about her safety? Will trust eventually blossom between them?You can find out more HERE
When thirty-five-year-old Jack Montrose returns to Club Submission for the first time in three years, he’s immediately drawn to Sara Deveraux, a twenty-eight-year-old stunning beauty. Dressed to kill, she’s sexually alluring, and everything he desires in a woman.A proficient rope player and Master of Club Submission in his own right, Jack Montrose knows how to please a lady. But has he met his match in the sexy woman wearing high heels and latex?Still smarting from the breakup with her ex who severely compromised her safety during a bondage scene, Sara is undeniably wary of the new Dom in town. Although he’s so self-assured, and handsome, is she really willing to place her trust in him?Using his skills as a rope player and natural dominant, can Jack convince Sara that he is serious about her safety? Will trust eventually blossom between them?You can find out more HEREAugust 3, 2013
7 #SexySnippets from my naughty BDSM book ~ Her Dream Dom
Today I have 7 #SexySnippets from Her Dream Dom, available on pre-order, and on sale 8th August HERE
For more Sexy Snippets go to http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html
In this scene, the hero, Jack Montrose, is helping the heroine, Sara Deveraux, visualize exactly what he has in stall for her.
His rugged features heightened his masculinity. She wanted him to control her, bring her to the edge of climax, and worship her body with his rope.
Her hands circled his strong neck, threading through his hair, drawing him down for a deep, passionate kiss.
“First I’m gonna wind you up so tight, it’ll be like I’m touching your entire body. Then I’m gonna stretch you wide.”
He peppered kisses to her breasts, then circled each nipple in turn with his tongue, making them glisten in the subdued lighting.
“You’ll be so wide, everything will be exposed and open to me.”
Here's the blurb:
When thirty-five-year-old Jack Montrose returns to Club Submission for the first time in three years, he’s immediately drawn to Sara Deveraux, a twenty-eight-year-old stunning beauty. Dressed to kill, she’s sexually alluring, and everything he desires in a woman.
A proficient rope player and Master of Club Submission in his own right, Jack Montrose knows how to please a lady. But has he met his match in the sexy woman wearing high heels and latex?
Still smarting from the breakup with her ex who severely compromised her safety during a bondage scene, Sara is undeniably wary of the new Dom in town. Although he’s so self-assured, and handsome, is she really willing to place her trust in him?
Using his skills as a rope player and natural dominant, can Jack convince Sara that he is serious about her safety? Will trust eventually blossom between them?
These 7 #SexySnippets were taken from Her Dream Dom, now on pre-order on sale at Bookstrand HERE
For more Sexy Snippets go to http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html
July 30, 2013
A New Contract and Cover Reveal ~ Master's Pet ~ Coming to Siren in September
Hi, everyone
I'm so excited. I have a new contract with Siren, and new cover to reveal.
Master's Pet is the 6th book in the Masters of Submission series, and is due for publication in September
Here's a sneak peek at the cover, and unedited blurb
At thirty-six, Cole Rossi has found the perfect submissive in Jessica Summers. The twenty-eight-year-old beauty is sexy, witty, and more than a little mischievous. She has been his to worship, discipline and adore for the last three years, and he couldn’t imagine life without her.
Master Cole is everything Jessica could possibly wish for in a dominant. He’s powerful and caring, and has placed his diamond collar around her neck as a symbol of his love, respect and commitment to her.
However, when Quinn Sutherland, Jessica’s former master, returns to Club Submission for the first time in four years, their idyllic D/s relationship is thrown into turmoil. There was always bad blood between the two men, and Cole is well aware that nothing would give his nemesis more pleasure than taking Jessica from him.
Unsettled by events, Cole uses tough love to resolve the situation. Will his strategy work, or will it backfire and drive Jessica straight into the arms of his bitter rival?
I'm so excited. I have a new contract with Siren, and new cover to reveal.
Master's Pet is the 6th book in the Masters of Submission series, and is due for publication in September
Here's a sneak peek at the cover, and unedited blurb
At thirty-six, Cole Rossi has found the perfect submissive in Jessica Summers. The twenty-eight-year-old beauty is sexy, witty, and more than a little mischievous. She has been his to worship, discipline and adore for the last three years, and he couldn’t imagine life without her. Master Cole is everything Jessica could possibly wish for in a dominant. He’s powerful and caring, and has placed his diamond collar around her neck as a symbol of his love, respect and commitment to her.
However, when Quinn Sutherland, Jessica’s former master, returns to Club Submission for the first time in four years, their idyllic D/s relationship is thrown into turmoil. There was always bad blood between the two men, and Cole is well aware that nothing would give his nemesis more pleasure than taking Jessica from him.
Unsettled by events, Cole uses tough love to resolve the situation. Will his strategy work, or will it backfire and drive Jessica straight into the arms of his bitter rival?
July 28, 2013
7 #SexySnippets from Her Dream Dom
Today I have 7 #SexySnippets from Her Dream Dom, which should go on sale 8th August.
For more Sexy Snippets go to http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html
In this scene, the hero, Jack Montrose is has just explained which techniques of rope bondage he will use in the demonstration with Sara Deveraux.
“So, final question, Jack. If you show yours, I’ll show you mine.” She provocatively placed a finger to her lips and smiled, showing perfect white teeth.
Her warm, brown eyes sparkled mischievously as she looked up into his face. “As I don’t have one, that only leaves yours to be inspected.”
Jack grinned with amusement. It was obvious she was teasing him.
He raised a brow. “Sounds interesting, Sara, but what exactly are we talking about?”
Here's the blurb:
When thirty-five-year-old Jack Montrose returns to Club Submission for the first time in three years, he’s immediately drawn to Sara Deveraux, a twenty-eight-year-old stunning beauty. Dressed to kill, she’s sexually alluring, and everything he desires in a woman.
A proficient rope player and Master of Club Submission in his own right, Jack Montrose knows how to please a lady. But has he met his match in the sexy woman wearing high heels and latex?
Still smarting from the breakup with her ex who severely compromised her safety during a bondage scene, Sara is undeniably wary of the new Dom in town. Although he’s so self-assured, and handsome, is she really willing to place her trust in him?
Using his skills as a rope player and natural dominant, can Jack convince Sara that he is serious about her safety? Will trust eventually blossom between them?
These 7 #SexySnippets were taken from Her Dream Dom, shortly to go on sale at Bookstrand
For more Sexy Snippets go to http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html
July 19, 2013
Would You Like to Subscribe to my Newsletter?
Hi, everyone
I realized that I ought to start doing a newsletter to keep readers informed of future works in progress and new releases.
However, I also realized that not everyone wants to be bombarded by promo, so I shall keep them down to just one every 2 months, and you can easily unsubscribe at the bottom of the email. :-)
I shall start sending out my very first newsletter on the 8th August. If you'd like to sign up the form is just below.
Thank you all so much for being such wonderful readers.
I realized that I ought to start doing a newsletter to keep readers informed of future works in progress and new releases.
However, I also realized that not everyone wants to be bombarded by promo, so I shall keep them down to just one every 2 months, and you can easily unsubscribe at the bottom of the email. :-)
I shall start sending out my very first newsletter on the 8th August. If you'd like to sign up the form is just below.
Thank you all so much for being such wonderful readers.
July 13, 2013
Sunday brings another 7 #SexySnippets of mouthwatering passion
Today I have 7 more #SexySnippets from His to Master and Enjoy, which is now on sale. You can check it out HERE
For more Sexy Snippets go to http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html
In this scene, the hero, Leonardo Caparelli tells the heroine Paige Palmer how he sees her, raising her self-esteem.
“My opinion of you is higher than the one you have of yourself. When I look at you, I see intelligence and kindness mixed with an exquisite beauty that takes my breath away. Yet, when you look at yourself in the mirror, you see an ordinary woman, just like someone you’d pass in the street without a second glance. But you’re wrong. From now on you will never see yourself in this way again. You’re an extraordinary woman, Paige. Never forget that.”
The Blurb:Leonardo Caparelli is wealthy, good-looking, and runs a highly successful business. He lives life to the fullest with a rare passion, demanding beauty and excitement from the world around him. When he hires the enigmatic Paige Palmer to be his new personal assistant, he is instantly attracted to her, but Leonardo has one rule—he never mixes business with pleasure—until now.Running away from a troubled past, Paige travels a thousand miles across country to start work for the incredibly handsome yet ruthless billionaire. He is always in the news, and well-known for his hot temper and uncompromising attitude, and Paige soon learns that the rumors about his insatiable sexual appetite are all true.However hard she tries to maintain her professionalism, Paige finds it impossible to deny the growing attraction between them. When she finally summons up the courage to tell Leonardo about her past, it sets off a dangerous chain of events that could threaten both their lives.Will Leonardo be able to save Paige, or will her harrowing past destroy them both?
These 7 #SexySnippets were taken from His to Master and Enjoy, and is on sale now. HERE
For more Sexy Snippets go to http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html
July 9, 2013
Read the 1st Chapter of His to Master and Enjoy Free
Here is the entire first chapter of His to Master and Enjoy in its entirety. I hope you enjoy it.
His to Master and Enjoy is available from Bookstrand HERE
HIS TO MASTER AND ENJOYThe Billionaires and Their Playgrounds 2
JAN BOWLESCopyright © 2013
Chapter One
Paige Palmer had only glanced at the online vacancy before moving on. However, bubbling curiosity had tempted her to return to the agency ad and study it in more detail. It was the sheer simplicity and the economical use of words that had drawn her back.
International businessman requires an executive personal assistant.
The successful applicant will hold the necessary qualifications needed for this challenging role. Live-in position near Colorado Springs. Must be willing to travel.
A live-in position in a beautiful part of the country seemed too good to be true, and she wondered if the whole thing was a scam. After all, there were plenty of those on the Internet just waiting to catch out the unwary and the unworldly, but the agency offering the vacancy seemed legit and above board, and there was no mention of any up-front fees. So, without too much expectation, she e-mailed her CV. The very next day a lady by the name of Maisy Collins telephoned, and offered her an interview, and now, some five days later she found herself putting a face to the voice on the end of the line.
Maisy looked over the top of her reading glasses and smiled. “Well, Paige, your résumé is certainly impressive. One of the best I’ve seen in fact.”
“Thank you.” It was strange how deceiving the voice on the end of a telephone could be. Before seeing Maisy in the flesh, she’d have laid odds that the lady now interviewing her, or should that be interrogating her, was at least fifty years old and weighed about three hundred pounds. In fact, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Maisy Collins was barely thirty, about the same age as herself, and not only that, she was stick thin, too.
Maisy shuffled the pages on her desk. “Well, you’re certainly keen. It’s a two-hour flight from your home in Los Angeles to Colorado Springs. Is there anything holding you in LA?”
“No.”
“Nothing?” Maisy raised her brows in surprise. “Family, friends, boyfriends?”
Paige took a deep breath to compose herself. She disliked interviews, and the inevitable explanations that came with them. “My parents are both dead, and I’m an only child.”
Her interviewer leaned across the desk and patted her hand with genuine concern. “I’m real sorry to hear that, honey.”
“They were killed in a car crash three years ago.”
“Oh, honey, that’s too bad. That’s just plain awful.”
“It was. It was a very traumatic time for me, but I’m over it now.” She spoke the truth. But that still didn’t stop her from occasionally shedding a tear or two when her parents entered her thoughts. They were lovely, caring people, and she missed them immensely.
Maisy shifted uneasily in her chair and nervously cleared her throat. “I don’t like having to ask you this, Paige, because I don’t think it’s any of my business, but are you currently in a relationship? I mean, you wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve interviewed potential candidates, who have assured me they have no ties, only to find out later they have a wife and three kids back home, and they couldn’t handle a live-in position after all. It’s just that I don’t want to waste your time, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t waste mine. The vacancy is for a single person. No ifs, no buts.”
“Thank you for being so candid, Maisy, and let me assure you right here and now, that I am single with no ties, and no immediate family. Leastways, no one who’d miss me.”
Maisy placed her fountain pen on the desk, linked her fingers together in front of her, then slowly nodded her head. “You know what, Paige, I believe you.” With those gratifying words, she suddenly straightened up in her chair. “Right then, with the preliminaries over, let’s get down to business. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting my client, and your potential employer, on a couple of occasions now, and let’s just say that although undeniably charming, he can also be extremely demanding.”
“I see.” She figured people needing a live-in personal assistant were often demanding.
Maisy Collins’s face took on a look of bemusement. “You’re obviously an intelligent woman, Paige, so I’m surprised you haven’t inquired as to who my very important client is.”
Wishing to appeal to her interviewer’s egotistical side, Paige replied, “That’s because I knew you’d tell me when the time was right.”
Her psychological approach seemed to work, because Maisy said, “Uh-huh. You’re perceptive, too. I like that quality. Well, the right time is now. Does the name Leonardo Caparelli ring any bells?”
Ring any bells? That was the understatement of the decade. As soon as the sexy-sounding name tripped from Maisy’s tongue, she heard a chorus of bells, many of them sounding a warning to steer clear, but she needed this job, so she kept her response deadpan and muted. “Yes, I know the gentleman in question. At least I know of him. Who doesn’t?”
Maisy couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, Mr. Caparelli does seem to come with a certain reputation.”
Leonardo Caparelli was the autocratic boss of Caparelli Motors. She wasn’t big on company details, but she knew his workforce produced high-end supercars for handpicked customers. Rumor had it that a fully specced Caparelli could cost its new owner well in excess of five million bucks, making each one far more exclusive than any McLaren, Bugatti, or Zonda. She’d never have the means to own one. Not even if she lived to become a very old lady, that was for sure. From what she’d read, most of the cars were exported overseas, the United Arab Emirates being particularly keen customers. As for the man himself, well, a picture was worth a thousand words, because any woman who’d ever flicked through a glossy, celebrity-obsessed magazine couldn’t help but find his strikingly handsome face staring right back at her. Thinking about it now, she’d lost count of the times her eyes had feasted on his godlike image. Strange thing was, she couldn’t once recall him being photographed on his own, and she figured he was probably too vain for that. Whenever a camera flash lit up the sky, he always seemed to have a leggy blonde by his side, or more sickeningly as far as she was concerned, draped seductively over him.
If the media were to be believed, he liked his sex rough and kinky. She wasn’t adverse to that, quite the opposite in fact. In the past, her sex life had been adventurous to say the least. That was until… No, she wouldn’t revisit those times again. The memory was still far too raw and painful. Instead, she directed her thoughts back to Leonardo Caparelli, which in truth wasn’t the most arduous of tasks.
There was one unforgettable tabloid picture, showing him punching a paparazzi photographer full in the face, breaking his nose, when he’d been snapped with yet another unfeasibly beautiful girl while leaving a fet club in the early hours of the morning. He certainly didn’t suffer fools gladly, and his strident, uncompromising nature made him as many enemies as friends. Just thinking that this towering personality could be her new boss frightened and excited her. Oh, yes, he turned her on. He’d turn any woman on. It was those eyes of his. So incredibly dark, they possessed an almost satanic power.
Paige felt herself shiver in the seat before concentrating once more on Maisy Collins, who smiled knowingly. “Yeah, he had the very same effect on me when I met him for the first time.” She smiled again. “Still interested in the job, now you know who your new boss will be?”
Paige nodded. “Yes.” This could be the start of a new life. A new life far away from her hometown of LA, which she’d left in a hurry just six days before.
“Would you be willing to sign a confidentiality clause? Mr. Caparelli insists on one for every employee.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Excellent, and moving on, how much notice are you required to give to your present employer.”
“A month.”
Maisy sucked in a sharp breath. “That could be a sticking point. Mr. Caparelli insists that his new executive personal assistant start on the first of the month. That’s less than three weeks away.”
Shit. I need this goddamned job.
For her own safety, she’d needed to be as far away from LA as possible. Nolan, her ex-boyfriend, had absconded from Coalinga State Hospital almost a week before, and she knew the first thing he would do was come looking for her.
Again.
She didn’t trust the cops to protect her. Why should she? They hadn’t helped her before. In fact, they didn’t give a shit when, frightened for her own life, she’d dialed 9-1-1.
When she’d found out that Nolan was on the loose, she’d immediately headed straight for a motel, believing it to be far safer than her apartment, and that was where she’d been for the past week. Biding her time, and hoping that he would be arrested sooner rather than later. He hadn’t, but maybe now she didn’t have to worry anymore, because if she got this job, she’d be a thousand miles out of his reach.
She smiled at Maisy and said, “Would two weeks be okay?”
Maisy held out her hand. “Two weeks will be just fine, honey. Do you want me to inform Mr. Caparelli that I’ve found him a new personal assistant?”
Knowing that a weight had been lifted from her mind, Paige took hold of Maisy Collins outstretched hand and shook it enthusiastically. In two weeks time she would be safe, and Nolan would never find her. “Yes please, and thanks for everything.”
* * * *
Leonardo Caparelli lowered the hood on his own personal hypercar and lovingly clicked it shut. He then stroked a soft cloth over the curvaceous carbon-fiber bodywork, enjoying the sensual thrill it gave him. As the owner of the company, he didn’t need to be so hands on, but he enjoyed the tactile feel of his own creation pulsing beneath his fingertips. A Caparelli wasn’t merely a car. Each one was a fire-breathing dragon or raging bull with a personality all its own. People with a passion for cars understood this. The Italians understood this best of all, and he was proud to have Italian blood coursing through his veins. It had been this way for generations. Sadly, some people didn’t share his all-consuming passion, and to them, a car was simply a means of transport. A way of getting from A to B with as little fuss as possible. He pitied such people, because in his mind, they had no soul.
The car wearing his personalized license plate ACCELR8 was the first Caparelli Apollo to roll off the production line, and he’d equipped it to fit his personality. The metallic, graphite paintwork glinted impressively in the afternoon sun, and that color would remain unique to this very car. That was the thing about a Caparelli. Each one was as unique as its owner.
His company, which was founded by his long-dead grandfather when he came across from the old country in 1946, now consisted of a handpicked workforce of one hundred and seventy-three employees. The purpose-built factory, which Leonardo designed himself almost five years ago, was located deep within the picturesque pine forests of Colorado.
An additional factory, which manufactured engines and gearboxes, employed a further fifty-three people. It was situated in the idyllic wine-growing countryside of Tuscany, some twenty miles south of Florence, Italy. His work often required him to travel between the two. Leonardo grinned as he admired the thousand-horsepower supercar for a final time. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.
Leonardo looked at his hands, which were covered in oil, and then glanced at his watch. Why couldn’t there be thirty hours in each day? The rotation of the earth needed to slow a little, because twenty-four hours simply wasn’t enough. He needed to wash up, because his new executive assistant would be arriving in about twenty minutes. Her name was Paige Palmer, but other than that he had little information to hand. He was a busy man, so he let Maisy Collins at the employment agency deal with such things. Anyway, so long as the girl turned out to be competent at her job, then they’d get along just fine. If not, she’d go the way of the others.
What was it with personal assistants anyway? He’d had four in the last eighteen months.
Checking his watch again, and with time lessening with each heartbeat, he made his way from the garage to the house. He then climbed the stairs and headed for the bathroom. Thinking about it now, the last three assistants had been a complete disaster. Some had left before they’d even settled in, making him wonder if Cherise had played a hand in their sudden departure. She was a spiteful bitch at the best of times, especially when it came to other women, and he was glad their relationship had now ended. He put it down to her supermodel mentality. She’d never done a hard day’s work in her life, and success had come far too easily for her. To Cherise, a broken fingernail constituted a tragedy, and it wouldn’t surprise him to find that she’d taken out her tantrums, of which there were many, on the nearest available female—his personal assistant. Cherise hated other women even sharing the same room with him. Crazy bitch. Leonardo figured he was well rid of her, and he’d never forgive her for her abuse of his trust.
As he dried his hands, he heard a car pull up on the drive, and he guessed his new employee had arrived early. That was a good sign. However, he wouldn’t rush to see her. She’d just have to wait. He remembered his father’s words of wisdom from when he was a small child. Carlo Caparelli would hunker down and whisper in his son’s ear, “Leon, remember this if you remember nothing else. It is always a man’s place to be in charge of a woman, especially in the bedroom.” He adored his father, and was devastated by his sudden death at the age of thirty-seven when he himself was barely ten years old. He didn’t fully understand the implications of his father’s words back then, but he certainly did now, and had done for many years, readily practicing and enjoying his father’s philosophy.
With curiosity getting the better of him, he eased open the bathroom window. What he saw didn’t exactly inspire him. A well-used beige Ford with a U-haul trailer attached to the rear fender lay slumped in the driveway—a dull car, in a dull color. He just hoped its driver showed a little more vitality than her lifeless means of transport. When the door to the geriatric Ford creaked open, he was pleasantly surprised to see a slender, yet well-formed calf make an appearance. Hmm, interesting. When the rest of his new employee came into view, he saw no reason to change his opinion. From the restricted angle of the bathroom window, it was hard to get a good look, but as she walked across the graveled driveway, he noticed her gait was distinctly feminine and possessed a certain poise and elegance.
When he heard the doorbell chime, he decided to take a shower. His housekeeper, Marie, would show his new assistant around and keep her entertained until he was ready.
* * * *
While pulling on a fresh white shirt and strapping on his Breitling watch, Leonardo heard the faint sound of voices below. Marie’s quietly spoken words and compliant, friendly nature were familiar to him, and as he made his way down the stairs, the other feminine voice became clearer. It possessed a slight huskiness, which he found sexy. When he pushed open the double doors to the living area, the mystery woman immediately rose from her chair. He liked that. A show of respect was always welcome.
Leonardo held out his hand, and he felt warm tiny fingers slide into his palm. He squeezed them with just enough energy to leave her in no doubt who was in charge.
“Leonardo Caparelli. Good to meet you.”
“Paige Palmer. Good to meet you, too, Mr. Caparelli.”
He liked the formality of her response, vigorously disapproving of employees who became too familiar. If they did, they only did it once. Leonardo’s first view of her through the bathroom window really didn’t do her justice. His new personal assistant was a very attractive young woman. Relatively petite, she stood about five three, and weighed, he guessed, about one hundred and twenty pounds. Stunning, emerald-green eyes held his, making him hold onto her hand a little longer than necessary. Glossy chestnut hair fell about her shoulders, and he liked the way it shimmered slightly as she spoke. Her clothes fitted perfectly, but were clearly off the peg, and not made to measure like his own. Still, what the fuck did he expect? Although he was paying the top rate for a personal assistant, maybe even slightly above, that still meant she couldn’t afford to wear Gucci, Versace, or Jimmy Choo. Now, on the subject of feet, he noticed hers were tiny, and although covered by sensible working shoes, he figured that sexy little toes wriggled in anticipation beneath.
He turned to the housekeeper. “Thank you, Marie. You can go now.”
She deferentially nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Caparelli.” Almost silently she left the living area and unobtrusively closed the double doors behind her.
“How was your trip?”
“Fine, Mr. Caparelli.”
“I see you have a trailer with you. Is that all your worldly possessions?”
“Yes. My rented apartment in LA came fully furnished.”
He nodded. “I see. I’m sure you must be tired after your journey. I’ll get Marvin, Marie’s husband, to show you to your personal accommodation. It’s separate from the main house, allowing you total privacy.”
“Thank you.”
Although appearing confident, Paige also seemed to possess a demure, almost submissive side to her personality. He checked his watch again. This was something he’d investigate further when time wasn’t so pressing. “I have an important business meeting forty-five minutes from now, so I’ll leave you in Marie’s capable hands. Prior to your arrival, I gave her instructions to show you your office and the work diary. I trust she did as I asked?”
“She did, Mr. Caparelli. I didn’t have long to familiarize myself with everything, but I believe I’m almost up to speed.”
“Excellent. Now I suggest you get a good night’s sleep, because business at Caparelli Motors begins early each morning. I take breakfast at six thirty sharp, and I expect you to take it with me.”
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HIS TO MASTER AND ENJOYThe Billionaires and Their Playgrounds 2JAN BOWLESCopyright © 2013
Chapter One
Paige Palmer had only glanced at the online vacancy before moving on. However, bubbling curiosity had tempted her to return to the agency ad and study it in more detail. It was the sheer simplicity and the economical use of words that had drawn her back.
International businessman requires an executive personal assistant.
The successful applicant will hold the necessary qualifications needed for this challenging role. Live-in position near Colorado Springs. Must be willing to travel.
A live-in position in a beautiful part of the country seemed too good to be true, and she wondered if the whole thing was a scam. After all, there were plenty of those on the Internet just waiting to catch out the unwary and the unworldly, but the agency offering the vacancy seemed legit and above board, and there was no mention of any up-front fees. So, without too much expectation, she e-mailed her CV. The very next day a lady by the name of Maisy Collins telephoned, and offered her an interview, and now, some five days later she found herself putting a face to the voice on the end of the line.
Maisy looked over the top of her reading glasses and smiled. “Well, Paige, your résumé is certainly impressive. One of the best I’ve seen in fact.”
“Thank you.” It was strange how deceiving the voice on the end of a telephone could be. Before seeing Maisy in the flesh, she’d have laid odds that the lady now interviewing her, or should that be interrogating her, was at least fifty years old and weighed about three hundred pounds. In fact, she couldn’t have been more wrong. Maisy Collins was barely thirty, about the same age as herself, and not only that, she was stick thin, too.
Maisy shuffled the pages on her desk. “Well, you’re certainly keen. It’s a two-hour flight from your home in Los Angeles to Colorado Springs. Is there anything holding you in LA?”
“No.”
“Nothing?” Maisy raised her brows in surprise. “Family, friends, boyfriends?”
Paige took a deep breath to compose herself. She disliked interviews, and the inevitable explanations that came with them. “My parents are both dead, and I’m an only child.”
Her interviewer leaned across the desk and patted her hand with genuine concern. “I’m real sorry to hear that, honey.”
“They were killed in a car crash three years ago.”
“Oh, honey, that’s too bad. That’s just plain awful.”
“It was. It was a very traumatic time for me, but I’m over it now.” She spoke the truth. But that still didn’t stop her from occasionally shedding a tear or two when her parents entered her thoughts. They were lovely, caring people, and she missed them immensely.
Maisy shifted uneasily in her chair and nervously cleared her throat. “I don’t like having to ask you this, Paige, because I don’t think it’s any of my business, but are you currently in a relationship? I mean, you wouldn’t believe the number of times I’ve interviewed potential candidates, who have assured me they have no ties, only to find out later they have a wife and three kids back home, and they couldn’t handle a live-in position after all. It’s just that I don’t want to waste your time, and I’d appreciate it if you don’t waste mine. The vacancy is for a single person. No ifs, no buts.”
“Thank you for being so candid, Maisy, and let me assure you right here and now, that I am single with no ties, and no immediate family. Leastways, no one who’d miss me.”
Maisy placed her fountain pen on the desk, linked her fingers together in front of her, then slowly nodded her head. “You know what, Paige, I believe you.” With those gratifying words, she suddenly straightened up in her chair. “Right then, with the preliminaries over, let’s get down to business. I’ve had the pleasure of meeting my client, and your potential employer, on a couple of occasions now, and let’s just say that although undeniably charming, he can also be extremely demanding.”
“I see.” She figured people needing a live-in personal assistant were often demanding.
Maisy Collins’s face took on a look of bemusement. “You’re obviously an intelligent woman, Paige, so I’m surprised you haven’t inquired as to who my very important client is.”
Wishing to appeal to her interviewer’s egotistical side, Paige replied, “That’s because I knew you’d tell me when the time was right.”
Her psychological approach seemed to work, because Maisy said, “Uh-huh. You’re perceptive, too. I like that quality. Well, the right time is now. Does the name Leonardo Caparelli ring any bells?”
Ring any bells? That was the understatement of the decade. As soon as the sexy-sounding name tripped from Maisy’s tongue, she heard a chorus of bells, many of them sounding a warning to steer clear, but she needed this job, so she kept her response deadpan and muted. “Yes, I know the gentleman in question. At least I know of him. Who doesn’t?”
Maisy couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, Mr. Caparelli does seem to come with a certain reputation.”
Leonardo Caparelli was the autocratic boss of Caparelli Motors. She wasn’t big on company details, but she knew his workforce produced high-end supercars for handpicked customers. Rumor had it that a fully specced Caparelli could cost its new owner well in excess of five million bucks, making each one far more exclusive than any McLaren, Bugatti, or Zonda. She’d never have the means to own one. Not even if she lived to become a very old lady, that was for sure. From what she’d read, most of the cars were exported overseas, the United Arab Emirates being particularly keen customers. As for the man himself, well, a picture was worth a thousand words, because any woman who’d ever flicked through a glossy, celebrity-obsessed magazine couldn’t help but find his strikingly handsome face staring right back at her. Thinking about it now, she’d lost count of the times her eyes had feasted on his godlike image. Strange thing was, she couldn’t once recall him being photographed on his own, and she figured he was probably too vain for that. Whenever a camera flash lit up the sky, he always seemed to have a leggy blonde by his side, or more sickeningly as far as she was concerned, draped seductively over him.
If the media were to be believed, he liked his sex rough and kinky. She wasn’t adverse to that, quite the opposite in fact. In the past, her sex life had been adventurous to say the least. That was until… No, she wouldn’t revisit those times again. The memory was still far too raw and painful. Instead, she directed her thoughts back to Leonardo Caparelli, which in truth wasn’t the most arduous of tasks.
There was one unforgettable tabloid picture, showing him punching a paparazzi photographer full in the face, breaking his nose, when he’d been snapped with yet another unfeasibly beautiful girl while leaving a fet club in the early hours of the morning. He certainly didn’t suffer fools gladly, and his strident, uncompromising nature made him as many enemies as friends. Just thinking that this towering personality could be her new boss frightened and excited her. Oh, yes, he turned her on. He’d turn any woman on. It was those eyes of his. So incredibly dark, they possessed an almost satanic power.
Paige felt herself shiver in the seat before concentrating once more on Maisy Collins, who smiled knowingly. “Yeah, he had the very same effect on me when I met him for the first time.” She smiled again. “Still interested in the job, now you know who your new boss will be?”
Paige nodded. “Yes.” This could be the start of a new life. A new life far away from her hometown of LA, which she’d left in a hurry just six days before.
“Would you be willing to sign a confidentiality clause? Mr. Caparelli insists on one for every employee.”
“I don’t have a problem with that.”
“Excellent, and moving on, how much notice are you required to give to your present employer.”
“A month.”
Maisy sucked in a sharp breath. “That could be a sticking point. Mr. Caparelli insists that his new executive personal assistant start on the first of the month. That’s less than three weeks away.”
Shit. I need this goddamned job.
For her own safety, she’d needed to be as far away from LA as possible. Nolan, her ex-boyfriend, had absconded from Coalinga State Hospital almost a week before, and she knew the first thing he would do was come looking for her.
Again.
She didn’t trust the cops to protect her. Why should she? They hadn’t helped her before. In fact, they didn’t give a shit when, frightened for her own life, she’d dialed 9-1-1.
When she’d found out that Nolan was on the loose, she’d immediately headed straight for a motel, believing it to be far safer than her apartment, and that was where she’d been for the past week. Biding her time, and hoping that he would be arrested sooner rather than later. He hadn’t, but maybe now she didn’t have to worry anymore, because if she got this job, she’d be a thousand miles out of his reach.
She smiled at Maisy and said, “Would two weeks be okay?”
Maisy held out her hand. “Two weeks will be just fine, honey. Do you want me to inform Mr. Caparelli that I’ve found him a new personal assistant?”
Knowing that a weight had been lifted from her mind, Paige took hold of Maisy Collins outstretched hand and shook it enthusiastically. In two weeks time she would be safe, and Nolan would never find her. “Yes please, and thanks for everything.”
* * * *
Leonardo Caparelli lowered the hood on his own personal hypercar and lovingly clicked it shut. He then stroked a soft cloth over the curvaceous carbon-fiber bodywork, enjoying the sensual thrill it gave him. As the owner of the company, he didn’t need to be so hands on, but he enjoyed the tactile feel of his own creation pulsing beneath his fingertips. A Caparelli wasn’t merely a car. Each one was a fire-breathing dragon or raging bull with a personality all its own. People with a passion for cars understood this. The Italians understood this best of all, and he was proud to have Italian blood coursing through his veins. It had been this way for generations. Sadly, some people didn’t share his all-consuming passion, and to them, a car was simply a means of transport. A way of getting from A to B with as little fuss as possible. He pitied such people, because in his mind, they had no soul.
The car wearing his personalized license plate ACCELR8 was the first Caparelli Apollo to roll off the production line, and he’d equipped it to fit his personality. The metallic, graphite paintwork glinted impressively in the afternoon sun, and that color would remain unique to this very car. That was the thing about a Caparelli. Each one was as unique as its owner.
His company, which was founded by his long-dead grandfather when he came across from the old country in 1946, now consisted of a handpicked workforce of one hundred and seventy-three employees. The purpose-built factory, which Leonardo designed himself almost five years ago, was located deep within the picturesque pine forests of Colorado.
An additional factory, which manufactured engines and gearboxes, employed a further fifty-three people. It was situated in the idyllic wine-growing countryside of Tuscany, some twenty miles south of Florence, Italy. His work often required him to travel between the two. Leonardo grinned as he admired the thousand-horsepower supercar for a final time. It was a tough job, but someone had to do it.
Leonardo looked at his hands, which were covered in oil, and then glanced at his watch. Why couldn’t there be thirty hours in each day? The rotation of the earth needed to slow a little, because twenty-four hours simply wasn’t enough. He needed to wash up, because his new executive assistant would be arriving in about twenty minutes. Her name was Paige Palmer, but other than that he had little information to hand. He was a busy man, so he let Maisy Collins at the employment agency deal with such things. Anyway, so long as the girl turned out to be competent at her job, then they’d get along just fine. If not, she’d go the way of the others.
What was it with personal assistants anyway? He’d had four in the last eighteen months.
Checking his watch again, and with time lessening with each heartbeat, he made his way from the garage to the house. He then climbed the stairs and headed for the bathroom. Thinking about it now, the last three assistants had been a complete disaster. Some had left before they’d even settled in, making him wonder if Cherise had played a hand in their sudden departure. She was a spiteful bitch at the best of times, especially when it came to other women, and he was glad their relationship had now ended. He put it down to her supermodel mentality. She’d never done a hard day’s work in her life, and success had come far too easily for her. To Cherise, a broken fingernail constituted a tragedy, and it wouldn’t surprise him to find that she’d taken out her tantrums, of which there were many, on the nearest available female—his personal assistant. Cherise hated other women even sharing the same room with him. Crazy bitch. Leonardo figured he was well rid of her, and he’d never forgive her for her abuse of his trust.
As he dried his hands, he heard a car pull up on the drive, and he guessed his new employee had arrived early. That was a good sign. However, he wouldn’t rush to see her. She’d just have to wait. He remembered his father’s words of wisdom from when he was a small child. Carlo Caparelli would hunker down and whisper in his son’s ear, “Leon, remember this if you remember nothing else. It is always a man’s place to be in charge of a woman, especially in the bedroom.” He adored his father, and was devastated by his sudden death at the age of thirty-seven when he himself was barely ten years old. He didn’t fully understand the implications of his father’s words back then, but he certainly did now, and had done for many years, readily practicing and enjoying his father’s philosophy.
With curiosity getting the better of him, he eased open the bathroom window. What he saw didn’t exactly inspire him. A well-used beige Ford with a U-haul trailer attached to the rear fender lay slumped in the driveway—a dull car, in a dull color. He just hoped its driver showed a little more vitality than her lifeless means of transport. When the door to the geriatric Ford creaked open, he was pleasantly surprised to see a slender, yet well-formed calf make an appearance. Hmm, interesting. When the rest of his new employee came into view, he saw no reason to change his opinion. From the restricted angle of the bathroom window, it was hard to get a good look, but as she walked across the graveled driveway, he noticed her gait was distinctly feminine and possessed a certain poise and elegance.
When he heard the doorbell chime, he decided to take a shower. His housekeeper, Marie, would show his new assistant around and keep her entertained until he was ready.
* * * *
While pulling on a fresh white shirt and strapping on his Breitling watch, Leonardo heard the faint sound of voices below. Marie’s quietly spoken words and compliant, friendly nature were familiar to him, and as he made his way down the stairs, the other feminine voice became clearer. It possessed a slight huskiness, which he found sexy. When he pushed open the double doors to the living area, the mystery woman immediately rose from her chair. He liked that. A show of respect was always welcome.
Leonardo held out his hand, and he felt warm tiny fingers slide into his palm. He squeezed them with just enough energy to leave her in no doubt who was in charge.
“Leonardo Caparelli. Good to meet you.”
“Paige Palmer. Good to meet you, too, Mr. Caparelli.”
He liked the formality of her response, vigorously disapproving of employees who became too familiar. If they did, they only did it once. Leonardo’s first view of her through the bathroom window really didn’t do her justice. His new personal assistant was a very attractive young woman. Relatively petite, she stood about five three, and weighed, he guessed, about one hundred and twenty pounds. Stunning, emerald-green eyes held his, making him hold onto her hand a little longer than necessary. Glossy chestnut hair fell about her shoulders, and he liked the way it shimmered slightly as she spoke. Her clothes fitted perfectly, but were clearly off the peg, and not made to measure like his own. Still, what the fuck did he expect? Although he was paying the top rate for a personal assistant, maybe even slightly above, that still meant she couldn’t afford to wear Gucci, Versace, or Jimmy Choo. Now, on the subject of feet, he noticed hers were tiny, and although covered by sensible working shoes, he figured that sexy little toes wriggled in anticipation beneath.
He turned to the housekeeper. “Thank you, Marie. You can go now.”
She deferentially nodded. “Thank you, Mr. Caparelli.” Almost silently she left the living area and unobtrusively closed the double doors behind her.
“How was your trip?”
“Fine, Mr. Caparelli.”
“I see you have a trailer with you. Is that all your worldly possessions?”
“Yes. My rented apartment in LA came fully furnished.”
He nodded. “I see. I’m sure you must be tired after your journey. I’ll get Marvin, Marie’s husband, to show you to your personal accommodation. It’s separate from the main house, allowing you total privacy.”
“Thank you.”
Although appearing confident, Paige also seemed to possess a demure, almost submissive side to her personality. He checked his watch again. This was something he’d investigate further when time wasn’t so pressing. “I have an important business meeting forty-five minutes from now, so I’ll leave you in Marie’s capable hands. Prior to your arrival, I gave her instructions to show you your office and the work diary. I trust she did as I asked?”
“She did, Mr. Caparelli. I didn’t have long to familiarize myself with everything, but I believe I’m almost up to speed.”
“Excellent. Now I suggest you get a good night’s sleep, because business at Caparelli Motors begins early each morning. I take breakfast at six thirty sharp, and I expect you to take it with me.”
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July 8, 2013
Release Day ~ His to Master and Enjoy
Hi, everyone
I'm so excited that release day is finally here for His to Master and Enjoy. This is the 2nd story in my The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds series, and focuses on Leon Caparelli - a passionate billionaire, and his Executive Personal Assistant - Paige Palmer.
Here's the blurb:
Leonardo Caparelli is wealthy, good-looking, and runs a highly successful business. He lives life to the fullest with a rare passion, demanding beauty and excitement from the world around him. When he hires the enigmatic Paige Palmer to be his new personal assistant, he is instantly attracted to her, but Leonardo has one rule—he never mixes business with pleasure—until now.Running away from a troubled past, Paige travels a thousand miles across country to start work for the incredibly handsome yet ruthless billionaire. He is always in the news, and well-known for his hot temper and uncompromising attitude, and Paige soon learns that the rumors about his insatiable sexual appetite are all true.However hard she tries to maintain her professionalism, Paige finds it impossible to deny the growing attraction between them. When she finally summons up the courage to tell Leonardo about her past, it sets off a dangerous chain of events that could threaten both their lives.Will Leonardo be able to save Paige, or will her harrowing past destroy them both?
You can find out more about His to Master and Enjoy from Bookstrand HERE, including reading an adult excerpt.
I'm so excited that release day is finally here for His to Master and Enjoy. This is the 2nd story in my The Billionaires and Their Playgrounds series, and focuses on Leon Caparelli - a passionate billionaire, and his Executive Personal Assistant - Paige Palmer.
Here's the blurb:
Leonardo Caparelli is wealthy, good-looking, and runs a highly successful business. He lives life to the fullest with a rare passion, demanding beauty and excitement from the world around him. When he hires the enigmatic Paige Palmer to be his new personal assistant, he is instantly attracted to her, but Leonardo has one rule—he never mixes business with pleasure—until now.Running away from a troubled past, Paige travels a thousand miles across country to start work for the incredibly handsome yet ruthless billionaire. He is always in the news, and well-known for his hot temper and uncompromising attitude, and Paige soon learns that the rumors about his insatiable sexual appetite are all true.However hard she tries to maintain her professionalism, Paige finds it impossible to deny the growing attraction between them. When she finally summons up the courage to tell Leonardo about her past, it sets off a dangerous chain of events that could threaten both their lives.Will Leonardo be able to save Paige, or will her harrowing past destroy them both?You can find out more about His to Master and Enjoy from Bookstrand HERE, including reading an adult excerpt.
July 6, 2013
His to Master and Enjoy and 7 #SexySnippets NWS
Today I have 7 more #SexySnippets from His to Master and Enjoy, which releases tomorrow! You can check it out HERE
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In this scene, the hero, Leonardo Caparelli allows the heroine Paige Palmer her first glimpse of his body. I cheated a bit, because it's one extra sentence. Warning: Snippet Adult in Nature!
Fucking hell, how right he’d been when he’d angrily told her that she viewed the world in black and white, while he, with his irrepressible Latin spirit, experienced the world in glorious, vibrant color.
He was already teaching her lessons she’d never forget.
Just as The Mona Lisa could never be thought of as just a painting or a Caparelli could never be considered as just a car, then Leon’s penis could never, ever be thought of as just a prick.
To say that, or even dare to think such a thing, would be doing the mouthwatering man standing in front of her an injustice.
Free of restrictive clothing, his magnificent cock jutted angrily out from beneath his white linen shirt.
It stood to attention at an impressive angle, and twitched appreciatively as the purple crown wept his arousal.
“Oh, Leon, Leon, Leon, where the hell did you get…”
He looked down, and with pride showing in his eyes, said, “Mother Nature was generous.”
The Blurb:Leonardo Caparelli is wealthy, good-looking, and runs a highly successful business. He lives life to the fullest with a rare passion, demanding beauty and excitement from the world around him. When he hires the enigmatic Paige Palmer to be his new personal assistant, he is instantly attracted to her, but Leonardo has one rule—he never mixes business with pleasure—until now.Running away from a troubled past, Paige travels a thousand miles across country to start work for the incredibly handsome yet ruthless billionaire. He is always in the news, and well-known for his hot temper and uncompromising attitude, and Paige soon learns that the rumors about his insatiable sexual appetite are all true.However hard she tries to maintain her professionalism, Paige finds it impossible to deny the growing attraction between them. When she finally summons up the courage to tell Leonardo about her past, it sets off a dangerous chain of events that could threaten both their lives.Will Leonardo be able to save Paige, or will her harrowing past destroy them both?
These 7 #SexySnippets were taken from His to Master and Enjoy, and is due for release tomorrow!! HERE
For more Sexy Snippets go to http://thenuthousescribblers.blogspot.co.uk/p/sexy-snippets.html
