Should I Write It???

You tell me…

I want to try something a little different and run this kind of story by you guys. Honey actually dared me to write it and…well, did I ever mention that I can’t resist a dare? I’m working on this one, but I’m wondering how much this will appeal to my readers. *leans in to whisper* I know a lot of you guys like the male Dom aspect of my stories. That’s why – before I get too carried away with writing this one I thought I’d get some opinions. You can leave what you think in comments or you can just shoot me an email. Either way I’d appreciate it. So here goes. Oh, and please keep in mind that this stuff is raw. As in, you’re the first to see it. No beta readers or editors. Just little old me and now you. *Takes a deep breath* Okay, meet my Millionaires! Oops! Getting ahead of myself. I haven’t taken over Patty’s show…yet. >:) No really, meet my potential hero and heroine for a story titled: Par For The Course.

Here’s the potential blurb:

Parker Love is screwed. He used up his last “free pass” with the golf tour officials after his latest disgrace. Now they don’t care how talented he is because rumor has it, if he doesn’t clean up his act immediately, he’ll be kicked off. Only problem? The rules stipulate he needs an assistant. He should have kept his hands off his last one…but then, if he had, there wouldn’t have been a scandal to recover from, would there?

In desperate need of money to save her business Claire Borrows agrees to do what none of her colleagues dared. She contracts to become this high-profile PR nightmare’s personal assistant for the duration of the tour. How hard can it be to keep this mega-rich bad-boy on the straight and narrow? Not that she’d ever let on that she was a Domme, but wasn’t she used to her men doing what she wanted? Problem is, he isn’t her man, so when he continues to behave badly, risking her livelihood, she does what she swore she’d never do, and systematically turns a “vanilla” on to the lifestyle with the noble intention of teaching him to be a better man. His first lesson? Tackling the concept of privacy.

For Parker, living in the limelight twenty-four-seven was a given as he never had a reason to close that door until she came into his life. Now for the first time in a decade he’s found something he wants to protect – a peace so profound there’s not much that can shatter it until he learns what the driving force is behind Claire’s sexy tutoring. When the truth comes out, will the benefits allow him to appreciate her efforts, or will he be too teed off to care?

Here’s a snippet of the story:

“You can’t enjoy fame unless you appreciated it,” she told him.

“If you think I’m ungrateful you’re wrong. I love being famous.”

“Fame and famous are two different things. As to what I think? I think you don’t have the foggiest clue what fame is.”

He curled down over her, and whispered, “Fame is the resonate actions of all you do.”

She held his heated gaze for a long moment and then countered, “No, that’s the path to infamy.” Without looking away, she slipped her hand over his broad shoulder and up the back of his neck until her fingers sank into his hair. When her palm was buried deep in the silky mass, she made a fist and held on tight. “Fame is nothing more than being adored by people you don’t know.”

“What’s wrong with that?”

He stared at her lips so she smiled. “You’ll see. I want to know you. And when I do, trust me, the high you get from that experience will outshine everything that’s come before. All your pushover assistants and each one of your overanxious groupies will pale in comparison to what I’m going to be to you. You want to know why? You’re going to have to work hard to earn the privilege to be in my bed. To be granted permission to slip your hand up my skirt. To touch me. To kiss me. Do you understand?” She gave his hair a tug.

It was his turn to smile even as a challenging gleam shone bright in azure eyes. “Oh yeah, I understand.”

But she knew that he didn’t. Not yet. Soon he would. Very, very, soon.

And here’s the start of the first chapter. Let me know what you think.

Claire braced herself before she slid her key card into the mechanism to open the door to his suite. For thrity seven days, a little over a month now, she’d been biting her tongue and turning a blind eye. And, if she hoped to keep her job, that’s exactly what she’d continue to do for the rest of the tour. That is, if they didn’t get kicked off it first.

“A fool with lots of money fans himself with it in front of a crowd,” she muttered under her breath as she stepped in and let the door sweep closed behind her.

“No, no, I was talking about the redhead in Cincinnati. She was cute. I did her twice. What was her name again?”

“Shelly.” She heard Parker Love loudly yawn before he added, “I liked her sister better.”

Claire didn’t doubt that. Parker was never satisfied with what he had in hand. He was easily bored and whether it was a woman or a golf score, there was always something better that he wanted. She’d give him credit though, unlike his player-ass friend, Parker always remembered the names of the women he slept with. Claire suspected he did this so he could be sure not to pick up his cell when they inevitably stalked him after they were dumped.

“Ms. Borrows, is it that time again?”

Claire nodded and went straight to the cherry-wood desk to drop off his itinerary. She wasn’t going to be drawn into discussing more than the personal appearances he had booked for today. Every time she veered off the business path ever so slightly, she was tempted to set him straight and she often wondered how he’d feel about that?

Out of the corner of her eye she watched him unfurl from his cat-like sprawl on the couch to stand. He hadn’t shaved and he was wearing the same jeans and white polo shirt he’d had on at dinner last night. Probably shacked up with one of the local waitresses. Lord knew she’d spied at least three of them drooling over him when she walked by the restaurant earlier in the evening.

“Hey Luke,” Parker pulled the Xbox controller out of his friends hands, and said, “I’ll catch you later. I’ve got some business stuff to do.”

“Yeah, sure.” Luke got up and as he had to walk by her on his way to the door, she spun around. Watching as he politely nodded her way and then quickly put his head down, before he hurried to leave. Smart boy.

“I think he’s afraid of you.”

Normally Claire would have smiled at a comment like that, but coming from him she wasn’t amused. She wasn’t happy either when she saw him grinning. The guy needed—no, she wasn’t going there. Not with him.

“What’s on for today?” He stared right at her as he came forward. Not a flinch or a blink as he stopped less than a foot from her and looked down. Not at her face, but at her breasts. He did it on purpose and that’s why she didn’t react to it.

“Schedule’s fairly light. You have a poolside with channel eight at noon and then a short bio piece with an AP reporter in the lounge at four.”

“Wonderful.” He reached around her to pick up the notes she’d made for his interviews and being so close, she caught the scent of his cologne. He always smelled great which really aggravated her since she couldn’t enjoy it. “Should I study these?”

He didn’t straighten only tilted his head so his dark hair slid over an eye as he looked at her. All boyish and charming—she gave him the once over and decided he pulled off exactly the good-boy image his PR agent was going for. But she knew what was hidden under his preppy polo shirt. One thought of those bold tribal tattoos had her heart pounding while she licked her lips.

“Why do you do that?” he whispered.

Caught. Her gaze lifted and didn’t waver as she replied, “They’re chapped.”

A corner of his mouth tipped up in a smile. “They don’t look dry to me.” He searched her face and leaned closer. His voice no more than a husky purr, “I suspect there isn’t much on you that is dry.”

“And I suspect it’s conversations like this that caused your two previous assistants to quit.”

There was dead silence for a full beat and then he straightened and shook his head, sending thick onyx waves scattering in a sexy and disorganized mess over his ears and against his temples. With the blunt angles of his unshaven cheeks and jaw covered in dark shadows, she acknowledged that he was pure erotic chaos just waiting to be leashed. Did he know what kind of vibes he was putting out that she’d instinctively responded to?

“You’re half right about those assistants. It wasn’t the conversations per se, but what took place after them that had them quitting.”

Her pulse raced and she ignored it. “Out of the two of us, Mr. Love, I’d put bets on you quitting before I did. Besides, with no one willing to work with you I was able to charge an exorbitant fee and there isn’t much that would force me to walk away before I collected every penny of it.”

She stood her ground patiently waiting until he stepped back and gave her room. She didn’t need it, but she wanted it and when he did, the muscles in her midsection and much lower tingled and thrummed to life. She was lightheaded and breathless as she turned to leave. Damn. It was always the same with them and despite her saying she wouldn’t walk away? Well, if she had a fear this was it, because the raw attraction between them was growing stronger no matter how hard she tried to push it aside. Lately she’d begun telling herself that a drop-dead gorgeous heartbreaker with enough money to buy a small country wasn’t ready for her kind of special, and yet he’d finally ceded to her. He’d backed off. Beautifully.

Maybe…no.

Without another glance his way, she left and closed the door. But by the time she got to elevator she realized he’d been right about one thing.

She was wet.

Shit.