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Excerpt from the Epilogue in For The Love Of His Life.
And when marketing and advertising executive, Alexandra
Blackstone was visited in her Minneapolis office by a man with
a heavy Russian accent who said he was surprised to find the fiery
red-headed queen of a biker gang wearing a business suit, no
parts of her body were dislocated, though some of her office furniture was ruined. When her secretary returned from lunch she
was alarmed by the noises she heard from the office, but wisely
refrained from interrupting.
Soon after that, Ivan got a text from his cousin:
Will not be returning to BWCA. Attempting
to tame a wildcat.
Wish me luck.
Dmitri
But that is a story for another time.
Now is that time!
Tough-as-nails businesswoman by day, Alexandra is a biker queen by night. When a large Russian man inserts himself into her life, she follows her instincts to some explosive sex. But he's not willing to share her with her gang, and she's not willing to give up other men. 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?
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Set-up: In Alexandra Blackstone's office, where Dmitri walks in while her secretary is out to lunch. She tries to deny she's who he's looking for...until her curiosity gets the best of her. She always gets what she wants...
Excerpt:
Joyce was heading out to lunch as I walked in, so who's out there?
The door opened without anyone knocking and a mountain of a man walked through it without a word. Alexandra's eyes narrowed as she watched him move casually over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk and sat down with the supreme confidence of someone who knew he was expected.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?" She demanded.
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 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 physical reaction as she studied the man who radiated alpha manhood at her while sitting still.
He's huge! I wonder what he's packing in those jeans. And those shoulders look big enough to hold me down no matter how hard I fight...but why would I fight him when I already feel my juices beginning to leak out to soak my lacy black thong. He's waiting for me to make the next move.
"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."
The curve of his lips suggested he found the idea appealing. His eyes grew darker, hinting he wanted her to give him a reason to get out of his chair. She tried not to draw attention as she squirmed in her chair.
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, tapping steepled forefingers against each other—a habit she’d learned from her dad to show this man he had her full attention.
"And what is that message?"
"You need to stay away from 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.
"I think you have me confused with someone else. I don't know what you're talking about."
He leaned forward and Alexandra felt the air being pushed toward her, like his tiniest movements were affecting her surroundings.
Shit! He's radiating heat like a volcano! I'm sweating...but so's he. The closer he gets, the more I smell aroused-man-hormones, so he's not immune. Hmm, maybe that can be useful.
"Oh, I think you do. You are Alexandra Blackstone, daughter of 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 found it difficult to concentrate on his words when even his voice was affecting her, making her nipples pucker while a tingle began to run through her body, creating heat in her abdomen. She clamped her upper thighs together and 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 between her thighs seeped 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 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 the men and keep everyone in line by the sheer force of your personality."
He studied her intently making her feel naked under his gaze. She squirmed again as the wetness grew. 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. 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 tried to ignore.
*****Copyright 2013, Fiona McGier.
Find out what Harlie at Harlie's Reviews thought of this second book in the Minnesota Romances:
http://www.harliesbooks.com/posts/review-of-only-one-man-will-do-by-fiona-mcgier/
And when marketing and advertising executive, Alexandra
Blackstone was visited in her Minneapolis office by a man with
a heavy Russian accent who said he was surprised to find the fiery
red-headed queen of a biker gang wearing a business suit, no
parts of her body were dislocated, though some of her office furniture was ruined. When her secretary returned from lunch she
was alarmed by the noises she heard from the office, but wisely
refrained from interrupting.
Soon after that, Ivan got a text from his cousin:
Will not be returning to BWCA. Attempting
to tame a wildcat.
Wish me luck.
Dmitri
But that is a story for another time.
Now is that time!
Tough-as-nails businesswoman by day, Alexandra is a biker queen by night. When a large Russian man inserts himself into her life, she follows her instincts to some explosive sex. But he's not willing to share her with her gang, and she's not willing to give up other men. 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?
Buy links:
Note if you buy at the publisher's site, you have to register as over 18.
http://www.eternalpress.biz/product/one-man-will-fiona-mcgier/
http://www.amazon.com/Only-One-Man-Will-Do-ebook/dp/B00GKNPO2A/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1384304195&sr=8-12&keywords=love+fiona+mcgier
Set-up: In Alexandra Blackstone's office, where Dmitri walks in while her secretary is out to lunch. She tries to deny she's who he's looking for...until her curiosity gets the best of her. She always gets what she wants...
Excerpt:
Joyce was heading out to lunch as I walked in, so who's out there?
The door opened without anyone knocking and a mountain of a man walked through it without a word. Alexandra's eyes narrowed as she watched him move casually over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk and sat down with the supreme confidence of someone who knew he was expected.
"Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?" She demanded.
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 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 physical reaction as she studied the man who radiated alpha manhood at her while sitting still.
He's huge! I wonder what he's packing in those jeans. And those shoulders look big enough to hold me down no matter how hard I fight...but why would I fight him when I already feel my juices beginning to leak out to soak my lacy black thong. He's waiting for me to make the next move.
"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."
The curve of his lips suggested he found the idea appealing. His eyes grew darker, hinting he wanted her to give him a reason to get out of his chair. She tried not to draw attention as she squirmed in her chair.
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, tapping steepled forefingers against each other—a habit she’d learned from her dad to show this man he had her full attention.
"And what is that message?"
"You need to stay away from 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.
"I think you have me confused with someone else. I don't know what you're talking about."
He leaned forward and Alexandra felt the air being pushed toward her, like his tiniest movements were affecting her surroundings.
Shit! He's radiating heat like a volcano! I'm sweating...but so's he. The closer he gets, the more I smell aroused-man-hormones, so he's not immune. Hmm, maybe that can be useful.
"Oh, I think you do. You are Alexandra Blackstone, daughter of 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 found it difficult to concentrate on his words when even his voice was affecting her, making her nipples pucker while a tingle began to run through her body, creating heat in her abdomen. She clamped her upper thighs together and 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 between her thighs seeped 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 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 the men and keep everyone in line by the sheer force of your personality."
He studied her intently making her feel naked under his gaze. She squirmed again as the wetness grew. 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. 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 tried to ignore.
*****Copyright 2013, Fiona McGier.
Find out what Harlie at Harlie's Reviews thought of this second book in the Minnesota Romances:
http://www.harliesbooks.com/posts/review-of-only-one-man-will-do-by-fiona-mcgier/
Lisabet Sarai is an author of erotic novels, whose books I've enjoyed. She just reviewed this book! Wow! She liked it, she really liked it!
" Only One Man Will Do is hotter than Hades and hugely entertaining. What vicarious fun, being in Alexandra’s head (and voluptuous body)! She’s a kick-ass heroine who can be ruthless, but ultimately turns out to care deeply for her gang and for Dimitri. As for the Russian charmer—Ms. McGier is fond of saying that she writes beta heroes, but I don’t see anything beta about Dimitri, unless it’s the fact that he’s a whiz in the kitchen. I’d fall in love with him in a minute, but then I’m not as stubborn as Ms. Blackstone."
http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/07/review-tuesday-only-one-man-will-do-by.html?showComment=1438103416212#c3644044078272956160
" Only One Man Will Do is hotter than Hades and hugely entertaining. What vicarious fun, being in Alexandra’s head (and voluptuous body)! She’s a kick-ass heroine who can be ruthless, but ultimately turns out to care deeply for her gang and for Dimitri. As for the Russian charmer—Ms. McGier is fond of saying that she writes beta heroes, but I don’t see anything beta about Dimitri, unless it’s the fact that he’s a whiz in the kitchen. I’d fall in love with him in a minute, but then I’m not as stubborn as Ms. Blackstone."
http://lisabetsarai.blogspot.com/2015/07/review-tuesday-only-one-man-will-do-by.html?showComment=1438103416212#c3644044078272956160
What did Monica from monlatable reviews think?
"There's lot of steaminess so if you are faint of heart be warned!"
http://www.monlatablereviews.com/2013/12/fiona-mcgier-double-feature.html#comment-form
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The Bunny's Review gave this book 4 carrots!
http://www.blog.kybunnies.com/review-only-one-man-will-do-by-fiona-mcgier/
The Bunny's Review gave this book 4 carrots!
http://www.blog.kybunnies.com/review-only-one-man-will-do-by-fiona-mcgier/
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A New Review From Long And Short Reviews:
3.5 Stars from reviewer Quince:
"Only One Man Will Do started as an erotic novel, with lot of hot sex between two complete strangers and then becomes a suspense novel."
It was an entertaining read and one I could recommend. It’s a fast paced story, especially the second half. If you like tough ladies and mysterious Russians, then this story is for you.
Read the review at:
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/book-reviews/only-one-man-will-do-by-fiona-mcgier/
3.5 Stars from reviewer Quince:
"Only One Man Will Do started as an erotic novel, with lot of hot sex between two complete strangers and then becomes a suspense novel."
It was an entertaining read and one I could recommend. It’s a fast paced story, especially the second half. If you like tough ladies and mysterious Russians, then this story is for you.
Read the review at:
http://www.longandshortreviews.com/book-reviews/only-one-man-will-do-by-fiona-mcgier/
