Since July is the month for the Smashwords summer sale, all of my self-pubbed books there are on sale. For the Love of His Life is the start of my Minnesota Romances, it's a FREE download this month. But the second story, Only One May Will Do is half-price, so only 99¢! Find more info on both books--www.fionamcgier.com/loveofhislifeonlyoneman.html
Blurb for Only One Man Will Do:
Alexandra is a businesswoman on weekdays, but on weekends she's a biker queen who has never been satisfied with just one man. He's an ex-KGB agent not willing to share. What starts as a fling gets serious quickly, before it turns deadly. How far is he willing to go to keep her to himself?
Dmitri is adding a new layer of seduction to further his goal of making Alexandra realize she doesn't need her other men anymore--he can be every man she needs. They were at her father's country club tonight, so both are very dressed up. She wants it hard and fast. But Dmitri wants to show her he can be gentle and loving as well.
Dmitri inclined his head towards her feet. "Your feet must be aching in those strappy stiletto heels. I wondered why you were almost taller than me while we were dancing. What are they? Three--four inches?"
"Three and a half. And yes, my feet are killing me!"
"Then why wear them?"
She had moved slowly up to the headboard where Dmitri was leaning back against it, admiring the view. She stretched out one leg and the dress draped back along her thighs, showing him the garters that he already knew would be there, along with a glimpse of the expanse of very white skin that was her upper thighs.
Dmitri sucked in a breath as he wrestled control away from his rigid cock.
Trying to force his hand, Alexandra casually let one hand move up his thigh. He suddenly pushed himself up to stand, then moved to the end of the bed, to sit closer to her feet.
As her face set into a pout, she answered him. "Why? So it will make my legs look sexy--duh! Why do I wear garters when they sometimes dig into my thighs? Same reason."
"And you are so right, Sashka," Dmitri murmured softly, as he removed one of her shoes, tossing it to the floor, before he began to rub her foot. His fingers massaged her arches, then moved up to the front pad of her foot, then onto her toes, making her giggle. Then he moved back to the arch and concentrated on upwards movements that made her moan with pleasure.
"I am?" She said in a dreamy voice. "That feels so good! The only way I ever get foot rubs is when I pay for a pedicure. And that's over too quickly. You're taking your time and rubbing right where it hurts--aaah. Don't stop."
He continued to pamper her foot, slowly beginning to include her ankle and calf in the deep-muscle massage.
"Yes," he continued in a low tone. "Your legs were the first things that made me realize I wouldn't be able to hurt you to get you to behave. They convinced me that I would have to use more--ah--gently persuasive methods with you. And that would have to involve getting you naked as soon as possible, so I could plunge my cock into you repeatedly until I'd had my fill. Which hasn't happened yet, by the way. It might not ever happen. Not when you show off your legs with garters that end in the creamy white thighs of a natural redhead. I can't resist you."
Dmitri bent his head to gently kiss her knee as he undid the garters on that leg and rolled the stocking down to toss it aside to join her already discarded shoe. He traced a path with his tongue from her knee up the front of her thigh, then moved to the inside of her thigh and continued to kiss his way up. He inhaled deeply once he was near the furry juncture between her legs, and smiled at her as she looked down, regarding him from between half-closed eyelids.
"You are beautiful to look at. Your smell is irresistible. And your taste?" He shuddered, making it obvious that he was having difficulty keeping himself under control.
"Then don't wait." Alexandra held out her arms in an invitation.
Dmitri shook his head. "No," he said firmly. "You have another foot that needs my tender loving care." He moved back down to the foot of the bed again, removing her other shoe, to repeat the massage that had given her such exquisite relief on the first foot.
Alexandra sighed with pleasure.
"Yes," Dmitri continued. "I've always had a thing for redheads. And for women with gorgeous legs. Combine those two and I'm in deep trouble."
Alexandra opened her eyes to watch him intently as he moved her up other leg.
"So it was my legs you noticed first? Not my enormous tits? How? My girls are the first part of me that enters a room. I was self-conscious about them for years, until I realized just how easily I could get a man to do anything I wanted him to, if he thought I would let him grope them."
Dmitri was already undoing the garters and kissing her second knee as he pulled the second stocking down. "Not me. I mean, I like tits. I'm a man. The nipples are the best part, and yours are almost more than a mouthful. They're also responsive as hell." He bent his head lower and inhaled again, this time pushing her dress up to her belly, so he could trace with both hands a path along her hips, while his thumbs massaged her inner thighs. He undie her garter belt, and it joined the other discarded clothing on the floor. He gently nipped at the tender skin at the crease of her upper thigh, and her hips pushed forward as she jumped in surprise.
Only 99¢ to read the many ways he uses to convince her he's the only man she will ever need from now on!