Hello my darlings!
The time to purchase White Collar Cowboy for $0.99 is almost up!
On August 31, Occupational Hazard, The Ultimate Workplace Romance Box Set will disappear … FOREVER!
Of course, White Collar Cowboy will still be available at all major eBook resellers, for it’s regular price of $2.99.
I’ve shared White Collar Cowboy on many occasions, how about a little taste of another book in the box set?
Written by my friend and partner-in-crime, Mandy Harbin, Against Company Policy, is a super sexy story about co-workers (who live in different cities) who find creative uses for technology to make up for the distance that separates them.
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When desire is faced with physical boundaries, it’s time to get a little creative…and a little kinky.
Cassie Tucker, a hard-working project leader at a software design company, can’t believe her luck when she’s assigned to work with the hottest guy at the firm. Too bad his office is hundreds of miles away. Technology will get them through—both in the boardroom and the bedroom.
Ian Cope has had the hots for Cassie for two years. Landing this project with her is a dream come true. Until he discovers he’s expected to use Cassie to aid in a consolidation plan that will shut down her office. He really should keep things professional, all things considered. But she’s a temptation he can’t refuse…and he’ll go against company policy to have her.
Reader Advisory: Our clever heroine orchestrates a hot BDSM experience for her lover to enjoy via video chat. And if she must utilize the aid of her best friend to make it happen? Well, a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do…
EXCERPT: (Warning: ADULT CONTENT)
Either Cassie was starting to feel the effects of all this yummy wine she’d downed so far or she was lightheaded from what just happened. She preferred to put the blame on the alcohol. She was getting ready to respond when a new message window popped up.
Hi. You’re up late.
Gotta go, Sasha. Ian just messaged me.
Get out! Girl, I want deets on the morrow.
She closed their chat and stared at Ian’s message. What the hell was she going to say? Guess honesty was the way to go.
Was working. You have some great ideas. I sent you some other changes that I think need to be made.
Good. You have a Skype account? Since you’re working anyway, we can meet right now and go over some things without being interrupted.
Er, no, she didn’t have a Skype account. Her family lived close by and the only people she talked to online like that were through work.
Nope. But I can sign up real quick. I’m sure it’s not rocket science.
I’ll log on. Just do a search for my name and add me as a contact. Then select me and click video call.
Cassie created an account and added him as he’d requested. It was really easy. She opened up another window and logged on to her work network through the VPN connection, so she’d be ready for their impromptu meeting. Then she clicked the appropriate button on Skype to initiate the call.
“Hi, there,” Ian said when he came into view.
God, he was gorgeous. Cassie had only seen him in a tie, unless he wore a polo on casual days. Now he was in a tight-fitting t-shirt. It was faded but showed some football team and fit him like a second skin. He sat far enough back from his computer that she could see the tops of his lounge pants and upper thighs, but was too far for her to notice any bulge to discredit Sasha’s silly broken-dick theory.
He took a swig of his beer and set it aside, his muscles rippling with little effort. When he licked his lips, moisture pooled between her legs. She fantasized about what he could do with that wet tongue. Her nipples hardened, making her acutely aware of how thin her spaghetti-strap top was. She suddenly realized she’d had way too much to drink tonight and shouldn’t have agreed to this, but was too buzzed to care as much as she should.
“Hey,” she said a little too breathlessly, grabbing her glass of wine, swallowing the last of it and filling it up again, damn near draining the bottle. With as much as she’d had to drink, her mouth shouldn’t be so dry.
He chuckled. “Looks like you’ve had fun tonight. Unless you had someone helping you with that bottle.” He took another pull of his beer.
“Nope. And I actually stopped working before I really started feeling the effects, just so you know.”
He threw his hands up, one still holding his beer. “Oh hey, I’m not here to judge. I’m on my fourth one of these.”
“Good, then if I go down, I’m taking you with me.” She chuckled as she took another sip.
Something dark flashed across Ian’s eyes but was gone before she could fully analyze it. “So tell me about yourself, Cope.”
He cocked an eyebrow with his beer halfway to his luscious mouth. “What do you want to know, Tucker?”
She tilted her head as she thought. “Do you live at home with your mom?” Cassie blurted.
He spewed beer before throwing his hand up to his mouth. He swallowed and coughed as he laughed. “Where the hell did that come from?”
She was trying not to laugh at the scene he made, but she wasn’t doing a very good job. “Just answer the question, Cope,” she said with mock seriousness.
“No, I don’t live with my mom.”
“Damn,” Cassie muttered as she took another sip of her wine. There goes one possible theory.
“What did you say?”
“Oh nothing, nothing.” She waved her hands dismissively. “I probably should’ve just asked how tall you were instead.”
“What does that have to do with living with my mom?” There was genuine amusement in his eyes.
Cassie shrugged innocently. It wasn’t as if she could come out and tell him about her conversation with Sasha.
“Damn!” she mumbled into her wineglass.
He laughed. “I don’t know if I should be offended or what. Normally, women like a tall man who doesn’t live at home with mommy.”
Ian leaned forward, setting his beer down. “No?”
“No. I like short titty babies all the way. Even better if they have broken dicks.”
He threw his head back in a fit of laughter and slapped his chest, leaving his hand over his heart while he got his composure. Damn, but he was sexy. Cassie wished she could just crawl through the screen and straddle his lap.
“Well, I’m batting zero, darlin’,” he said as he wiped his eyes.
“I knew it’d never work,” she said, feigning disappointment.
His smile began to fade and he swallowed, though he didn’t take a drink. He rubbed his hands on what had to be his legs, but Cassie couldn’t see that far. He seemed to be getting uncomfortable, and she felt guilty for allowing the conversation to trickle into an inappropriate area. Heat tinged her cheeks, but as much as she wanted to say it was because of embarrassment, she knew that’d be a lie. No matter how he felt, she was turned-on and too buzzed to be smart about this. Her pussy was wet and she ached to touch it. Oh yeah, as soon as she ended this call, she’d be taking care of herself, pretending it was Ian Cope.
She finished her wine quickly. “Well, I think I’m too drunk to get any work done.” And too horny. “I’ll catch you tomorrow.”
Cassie clicked the button and the screen got smaller. Then she pushed her laptop away and fell back on her bed. God, why did that man have to be the hottest thing she’d even seen? And now she knew he was tall, self-sufficient with a working dick. She groaned at the thought of what he could do with his big, hard cock and pushed her pants and panties down her thighs. She let her fingers trail lightly over her belly to her pussy, slowly tracing the seam.
“I want you to touch me,” she whispered, imagining it was Ian’s finger about to breach her barrier.
Her finger slipped into her wet folds and she gasped. She pushed two fingers inside and fucked herself slowly, teasingly. She worked her fingers, thrusting until more cream flooded her. Then she pulled out, circling her swollen nub.
“Yes,” she breathed. “Like that.”
She wanted Ian’s mouth on her, ravishing her, drinking her honey, sucking her clit, his large body hovering over her, dominating her. Even though she tried it once, she never really got into the whole Dom/sub dynamic, but she had to admit a little domination was sexy as hell. Just the thought of him holding her down, seeing to her pleasure, ensuring his own, was enough to send her to the edge. She stopped teasing herself and shoved her fingers back inside her pussy while she used her other hand to rub her clit. She frantically tried to get herself off, thrusting her hips up, fucking herself while she fingered her hard button. She was moaning, so close, almost there.
She squeezed her eyes shut because she started to see stars. Then colors exploded behind her eyelids as her climax hit. She was panting as she brought herself down from the heights of her pleasure when she heard a masculine roar. She shot up in the bed, yanking herself out of her foggy bliss to see Ian’s image within a smaller screen on the laptop. Oh, fuck! Please don’t be a live shot. She clicked to enlarge it and gasped when she saw him sitting in the same place he’d been when she had disconnected their video call—or when she’d thought she’d disconnected it.
Only he wasn’t watching her. His head was thrown back, his hand fisted around his cock, stroking it while cum shot onto his belly and all over his hand.
She was frozen as she stared, mortified at what he’d witnessed, yet fascinated at what he was doing.
Groaning, he looked up and saw her looking at him, her image sobering him.
She shut the laptop before he could finish.
This was bad. This was very bad.
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