Only One Man Will Do by Fiona McGier #ContemporaryRomance

 

This is book two in my Minnesota Romances.  In the first book, For The Love Of His Life, Raul Roderick, a famous action movie star, gets threatened in a bar one night by a red-headed biker queen who says she rode in with her gang so she could get bragging rights for having sex with him.  Unfortunately for her, he's already too drunk to even be able to walk without help.  The police are ultimately called and she tells him she'll be back to collect what she wants from him, someday.

Raul wins the heart of the woman he loves, but he's still afraid of his drug addiction, and of the biker queen's threat. Raul's good friend Ivan was in the KGB back in the day.  Ivan offers to send one of his cousins, also ex-KGB, after the drug dealers who keep plaguing the addiction-prone actor, as well as after the fierce biker queen.  Dmitri easily takes care of the dealers, but he has no idea how to deal with the redhead who turns out to be a respectable businesswoman by day, biker-queen by night.  She makes him drool while he's watching her, what with her red hair, her massive cleavage, and her long, sexy legs.

 

 

Blurb:

Tough-as-nails businesswoman on weekdays, Alexandra is a biker queen on weekends. She's never been satisfied with just one man, enjoying all of the men she hand-picked for her gang.  When a large Russian man inserts himself into her life, she follows her instincts to some explosive sex.  Ex-KGB agent Dmitri has been wandering across the USA for years. When the woman he's sent to deliver an ultimatum to turns out to be his favorite fantasy come true, he decides to try to convince her that he can be all the man she needs.  But he's not willing to share her with her gang, and she's not willing to give up other men.  What starts as a fling gets serious quickly, before it turns deadly. When two of her bikers are killed, Dmitri is the main suspect.  How far is he willing to go to keep her to himself?  And has she really fallen in love for the first time ever...with a murderer?

 

 

Excerpt set-up--Alexandra is an alpha female.  I imagined Dmitri as a beta male, but judge for yourself, in this steamy R-excerpt from when Dmitri first walks uninvited into Alexandra's office while her secretary is out to lunch..

 

     The door was opened without anyone knocking, and a mountain of a man walked through it without a word. 

     Alexandra's eyes narrowed as she watching him move casually over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk from her, and sit down with the supreme confidence of someone who knew he had been expected.  "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?"

     The man studied her closely.  "Your voice is as low and sexy as I thought it would be, based on how you look."  He made this observation casually, as if to himself.

     Alexandra sat back and glared at him in silence to give herself time to think.  I don't feel threatened by him, but he's definitely a force to be reckoned with.  He's not that tall, but he's built so wide that it feels crowded in the office with just the two of us in it.  I'll bet there's solid muscle under his clothes.  She frowned with irritation at her own reaction, as she felt her juices beginning to leak out of her to soak her lacy black thong.

     "I repeat, who the fuck are you?  I don't take any appointments at this time of day.  I'm trying to catch up on paperwork.  I don't have time to dick around with some asshole who pushes his way into my office.  Should I call security and have you escorted out?"

     His eyebrows rose and his lips turned up slightly.  "You could try.  That would give me a reason to come around to your side of the desk."  He looked like he found that idea appealing.

     Shit!  He's got sexy dimples when he smiles.  His dark brown eyes are so piercing, I feel like he's stripped me in his mind and he's got me bent over the desk already!  He must be putting out some powerful pheromones to get me so hot so quickly.  Either that, or it's been way too long since I got laid.

     He cleared his throat to get her attention.  "We need to talk, Alexandra Blackstone.  I have a message for you."

     She leaned forward and rested her arms on the desk, steepling her fingers together, tapping the pointer fingers against each other--a habit she had learned from her dad, who used this gesture to show the speaker had his full attention.  "And what is that message?"

     "You need to stay away from the actor known as Raul Roderick.  You're not to contact him or any of his family, nor are you to attempt to collect on a threat you made to him that you would find him someday and make him--ahem--make him have sex with you."

     Alexandra leaned back and laughed in surprise.  "I think you have me confused with someone else.  I don't know what you're talking about."

     He leaned forward and Alexandra felt like the air was being pushed toward her, like his tiniest movements were affecting her surroundings.  "Oh, I think you do.  You are Alexandra Blackstone, daughter of a Thomas Blackstone who founded this marketing company.  He had two daughters, no son.  You are the elder, so you are the one he groomed to take over his business when he retired, which he did last year.  He still sits on the board when he's not tanning in Florida."

     She frowned.  "All of which is public record.  None of which suggests I know what the hell you're talking about."

     He leaned back with a smile and crossed his legs, his right ankle resting on his left thigh, giving her a good view of the large bulge in his crotch area.  She tried to ignore her body's reaction as her inner muscles tensed in anticipation, her nipples beaded against the lacy bra, the moisture continued to pour onto her thong, and her breathing sped up as she imagined what was stretching the fabric.  She looked up to focus on something--anything else, and found herself staring at the wide fingers resting on the arms of the chair.  She blinked in surprise.  Jesus, his cock must be wider than my wrist!  He looks like he knows what I'm thinking.  He's toying with me, damn him.  And he's enjoying it.

    "You are also Alex, the red-headed biker queen of a group of Harley riders based out of the Mille Lacs area.  You spend your weekends up there during riding weather, staying at a farmhouse owned by your family, surrounded by the gang you recruited personally.  You fuck all of the men, keeping everyone in line by the sheer force of your personality." He studied her intently.

     Once again she felt naked under his gaze.  She squirmed as she felt herself creating a huge wet spot that soaked through her slip onto her skirt.  Damn!  I'll have to get my suit dry-cleaned after this!

     She attempted to bluff.  "I don't know what you're talking about.  Now since I have work to do, I suggest you leave now, mister--what was your name?"

     "There's no need for lying between us, Alexandra."

     Her name rolled off his tongue to caress her in places she was trying to ignore.

     "We are two of a kind.  Like you, I wear many faces, many names.  I don't have a public identity for you to search out.  I make no judgments.  I'm speaking to you plainly because I won't insult your intelligence by pretending or lying.  I've been sent by my cousin to do a favor for the actor I mentioned.  He's getting married and has given up his former drug-fueled lifestyle.  He's making a clean break with his past in order to build a future with his bride.  I promised my cousin I'd make sure that the drug dealers who used to supply him knew to stay away from him.  I used--shall we say--some carefully applied persuasion.  Once they get out of the hospital, I don't think they'll try to contact him again.  You are the last name on my list.  Once I've convinced you to drop any claim you might feel you have on him, I can tell my cousin I'm done."

     Her irritation was joined by more than a hint of disappointment.  He's not here to seduce me!  He's here to give me an ultimatum!  What balls! Who the fuck does he think he is?  She felt her anger rising, the familiar redness rising in her face, her skin heating up as she realized the man thought he could order her around.  She forgot that she wasn't supposed to know what he was talking about.

     "What?  Did he send you after me?  Is that big movie star too much of a pussy to take care of business himself?"

     He shook his head.  "No.  But as I told you, my cousin is giving him peace of mind as a wedding gift.  Once you agree not to cause him any further trouble, our business is done and I will leave."

     Alexandra took a few deep breaths to force her anger and her raging hormones under her control.  I've done this before.  Negotiating a win-win situation is one of my specialties.  She studied him carefully, making sure that he noticed her staring at the bulge in his pants, that appeared to twitch under her gaze.  Her eyes rose up his torso as she imagined the muscular barrel-shaped chest under his shirt, and the wide shoulders that looked like he'd have no trouble holding her down.  She looked up and into his eyes and she was gratified and excited by the naked lust on his face.

     "Okay, Russian--you are Russian aren't you?  Your Slavic accent seems to get more pronounced when you're--um--excited."  She nodded her head towards his groin to show she'd noticed his erection. She licked her lips and smiled.

     He nodded, as his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed.

     He knows we're in negotiations.  Her nerves thrummed with anticipation.

     He cleared his throat.  "My name is Dmitri."

     "Okay, Dmitri.  You're right.  I am the woman you're looking for.  And you're also right about us being two of a kind.  You'll have to forgive me for trying to play games with you, but I'm wearing a suit and sitting in my office.  I have to pretend to be all kinds of things to win the endless power plays involved with being a woman running a man's business."

     He nodded again, his gaze so heated she felt about to burst into flames.

     "So--if I agree to your terms--and I'm not saying I will.  But if I agree, what do I get in return?  I presume you aren't going to put me into the hospital if I don't."

     "Why not?"

     She shook her head.  "Because I don't get the vibe off of you that you would hurt a woman."

     "I have.  I might again.  But continue."

     She tried not to show how his words sent a tremor of excitement that made her already primed body want to explode.  "I ask again.  What do I get if I agree?"

     His nostrils flared again as he inhaled deeply.  "What do you want?"

     You bastard!  You can smell how excited I am, can't you?  She squirmed in her seat, feeling the wet spot spreading on her clothing.  "I wanted bragging rights for having fucked the famous Raul Roderick.  But I'm willing to forget the whole celebrity-whore thing for a good, hard dicking from a big, powerful Russian man."

     A slow smile spread across his face.  Combined with the lust already there, it made him look like a predator about to spring.

     She tensed her body in anticipation.

Copyright 2020, Fiona McGier

 

 

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Author Bio:

I sub in high schools during the school year.  Otherwise I'm writing and blogging about my books--and reading.  Not only do I write erotic romance, I love to read it too.

I often read while camping with my long-time HEA.  Our four adult kids sometimes join us. Shinrin-yoku is forest bathing in Japanese, and as long as there's no snow on the ground, that's where I'll be and what I'll be doing--as often as possible.

I also enjoy sewing--mostly masks these days-- crocheting afghans to keep my loved ones warm, and baking--cookies, muffins, and especially pies. I'm known for my never-fail pie crust, so I put the recipe on my website under the pies tab, along with some of my family's favorites, that I featured in one of my books that had a heroine who baked lots of pies.

 

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