All fabulous things must come to an end, and it’s time for me to say goodbye to When One is Not Enough – at least as a contributor. I’m sure I’ll still be reading the blog, since I adore the authors here, as well as the wonderful readers, and love a good ménage story.
Speaking of ménage, I’m happy to say I’m going out with a bang. (Pun intended.)
The third story in my Receptionist series, UNLEASHING THE RECEPTIONIST, is coming out on October 30. I have an ARC to give away and would love one of you to have it. The Receptionist series is about a saucy receptionist and her dream job working for two sexy bosses. It has ménage, a little BDSM, some kink, two hot Alpha males and a smart-mouth heroine. It’s been a reader favorite and I’ve had a blast writing it.
Here’s the blurb and an excerpt:
You can tie a girl up, but you can’t keep her down…
…the Receptionist, Book 3
In the year since Dana joined Ethan and Simon’s firm, the three of them have found the perfect balance of power and pleasure in their three-way, work/play relationship. Not only that, but it’s been the firm’s most successful year financially.
Except something is missing. Her men won’t tell her anything about their past. How they met, or how they formed such an unconventional business and personal partnership. Until they start sharing their secrets, Dana fears she’ll always be the odd girl out.
Everything changes when a vengeful former partner resurfaces. Suddenly, both the business and their idyllic relationship are under siege. With a tax auditor watching their every move, the three must be on their best behavior.
Never one to back down from a challenge, Dana seizes the chance to prove herself—and finally win her sexy bosses’ full trust and confidence. Now the race is on to root the evil nemesis out of their lives once and for all—before her dream relationship cracks under the pressure.
On a typical workday, if I’m chained to my desk it’s with silk cords and for one purpose only—because it leads to screaming orgasms for me and my two delectable bosses, Simon and Ethan.
With one exception. Business plan time.
During business plan, I’m chained to the desk in the usual, strictly metaphorical way. You know, working. Needless to say, it’s not my favorite time of year. It’s tough to spend all day and half the night shut up inside an office with two sexy gods when neither has touched you once. But maybe that’s just me. Not every receptionist has been trained to receive pleasure as well as incoming calls.
“Dana,” said Ethan, jolting me from my sexually frustrated daze. “Can you put another pot of coffee on, luv? And then I’ll need the P&L’s again.”
I hid a sigh as I trudged to the kitchenette. “Coming up.”
At least the profit and loss statements were good. Cowell & Dirk had had a very satisfactory year. Especially if you asked the only actual employee—me. I had experienced a blissfully high level of job satisfaction since Simon had hired and trained me.
“Mu shu pork okay?” called Simon. “I’m ordering from Great Wok.”
Now that was more like it. My mood brightened as I put on the coffee and gathered up the files. I’d do anything for my bosses, we all knew that. But I certainly preferred some duties to others.
“Food’s on its way,” said Simon when I returned with the coffee pot. “If I could only tear Ethan away from that spreadsheet.” He shot me a green-eyed pirate wink. His hair was a tousled black mess, but I loved my Simon in all his moods.
I gave him a questioning glance, wanting to make sure I’d interpreted correctly. Simon and Ethan had a strange bond, one I couldn’t quite figure out even though I was closer to them than anyone. They seemed to read each other without words. Simon gave me a go-ahead tilt of his head. With his wrinkled white shirt open at the neck, he looked half-drunk, as if he’d been swilling expensive brandy all night instead of crunching numbers.
“Maybe we need to spread something else in front of him,” I suggested. I put down the files and the coffee and prowled toward Ethan, who barely looked up from his swivel chair. He wore his reading glasses, his grizzled blond head bent over the desk. I challenge you to find anyone hotter than a sexual beast like Ethan with a pair of wire rims perched on his much-broken nose.
I knew from the angle of his head that he was tracking my approach. Ethan was like a wild animal picking up scents, especially the scent of eager Dana. His nostrils flared as I came close to the desk.
“We wouldn’t want our Senior Partner to burn out. Occasional breaks are healthy. I’m sure that’s in the employee manual somewhere.” I circled behind him and trailed my finger across the back of his neck. He tensed. I felt the tendons go taut as elevator cables. “This poor man has been working far too hard. If we don’t get him to relax, his head might explode.” I ran my hand through his thick hair.
“Sounds dire,” Simon agreed. “Urgent, even.”
“Oh, yes, I’d say it’s an emergency.” I slid my other hand inside his shirt, under the T-shirt, where rough curls greeted my fingers. “There isn’t even time to call a doctor. We’ll have to do what we can all on our own.”
Ethan let out an amused growl. “Nice try, luv, but it won’t work. Can’t mix business plan with pleasure.”
I snorted. The three of us had been mixing business with pleasure for over a year now. “You’re so right, boss. I’m being bad, aren’t I?” I rubbed my nipples on the broad plain between his shoulder blades. Obedient little soldiers, they peaked right away from the heat of his body. Or maybe from the memory of all the things Ethan had done to them. “There’s probably something in the manual about this. In the punishment-and-correction section.”
“I’m warning you, Dana.” But I heard the heat in his voice. I knew the game was on.
I aimed a cat-who-ate-the-cream look at Simon, inviting him to join me. He rose to his feet and ambled toward me, taking off his belt. I shivered at the sight and instantly went wet. “Perhaps our lovely receptionist needs a refresher course in obedience,” he said with a frown. “Hands behind your back, Dana.”
“But, Simon, I’m just trying to relax him...”
“Hands behind your back.” His stern voice made heat shoot to my pussy. I straightened up and put my wrists together behind my back.
“It’s not her hands that are causing the trouble.” Ethan swiveled around so he faced me. “It’s her nipples.” He gave my chest a smoldering glare, which ignited little aching flames inside each breast. “They need to be taught a lesson.”
“Quite right,” said Simon.
Ethan flicked open the buttons of my blouse, pop pop pop, until it hung open. Underneath I wore their favorite kind of undergarment, a pushup teddy
that barely covered my nipples. One quick move of Ethan’s hand and it didn’t cover them at all.
From behind me, Simon ran the leather belt through his hands. It made a rough, hissing sound like a snake sliding across gravel. “Keep your hands behind you, disobedient Dana. Nipples out.”
I swallowed hard. Arousal was already percolating through my body, hotter than the coffee I’d just brewed. I gripped my hands together and arched my breasts toward Ethan. He gazed at my chest for a long, considering moment. My poor nipples rose in response, as if he were a snake charmer working his voodoo on them. He put his thumb to his mouth, swirled his tongue across it, then circled my nipple with saliva. Instantly I felt every air current in the room on my sensitized flesh.
Ethan gave Simon a nod.
Leave me a comment telling me what your dream job is, and I’ll put you in the running for the ARC. I’ll choose a winner at noon tomorrow, PST.
Finally, I’d like to thank the other nine authors and especially all you readers for making this blog such a fun experience. Happy reading!
You can pre-order Juniper Bell's UNLEASHING THE RECEPTIONIST here.