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Seraphina Donavan is in the house, and she's brought the handsome leading man from Curves for Casanova with her.
Blurb:
Liberty
Jones and Gavin McBray met once before, sharing a passionate encounter until
doubt sent Libby running for cover. Now, as the newest and lowliest employee at
McBray Enterprises, Libby is stunned and horrified to realize that the man she
made out with is none other than her new boss.
While Libby might be horrified, Gavin is relieved to have finally located the dream woman who got away. But when they get stuck in an elevator together, the perfect opportunity to confront her turns into something dark and dangerous. Someone is out to kill Gavin, and now Libby is caught in the crosshairs. Can he keep her safe and convince her that he's ready to give up his Casanova ways?
Take it away, Seraphina ~ ~
Let me introduce you to Casanova. Gavin McBray is a self made billionaire, a
technological genius, and a man so handsome that women routinely fall all over
him. But there are rumors that Gavin has
finally found the one. I’m going to put
on my Perez Hilton hat and see what I can find out for us!
SD: Gavin, thank you for
stopping by to chat with us today! It’s
not everyday that we’re graced with the presence of a handsome, eligible
billionaire. You are eligible, aren’t
you?
GM: (smiling cheekily)
That depends on what I’m eligible for... and thank you for having me.
SD: (fanning myself discreetly) I’d love to have you any
time. And as for your eligibility,
isn’t it true that you’ve recently become involved with a young woman who works
for you?
GM: (smiling still, but
definitely guarded) I’m involved with
someone, but for her safety and privacy, I prefer not to talk about our
relationship publicly. You understand,
of course.
SD: What a gentleman you
are! How about some vague questions
then?
GM: You can ask any
question you like, but I reserve the right to refuse an answer.
SD: Fair enough, Gavin... What sort of qualities appeal to you in
a woman?
GM: A pulse is usually a
good place to start.
SD: Be serious!
GM: (he laughed, and it was all I could do not to stand up and
take my panties off!) Fine. I typically
dated models and actresses, but that was more a matter of convenience. Socially, those were the women that I kept
being introduced to. But of late, my
tastes are running to a curvier, more traditionally feminine look. And I love redheads.
SD: All redheads, or a
redhead?
GM: (wearing his poker
face) I also prefer women who keep their word.
No specifics, remember?
SD: Right. Right.
Absolutely. Tell me, Gavin, what
is a perfect romantic evening for you and whichever mysterious, curvy redhead
you happen to be romancing at the time?
GM: Oh, that’s easy
enough. Women don’t always know what
they want, or if they know, they struggle to put it into words. But it starts with being a gentleman, until
it’s time not to be a gentleman.
SD: You’re going to have
explain that a little more, I think.
GM: If I were going to
take you on a date, I would drive my own car and leave the limo at home. Women like a man who knows how to take
charge, and driving is one way of illustrating that. I’d open doors for you naturally. The food would be good, but not fussy and
probably not gourmet. Too showy. After dinner, I’d take you home... and when I
walked you to your door, I’d press you against it and when I leaned in to kiss
you, I’d pause just long enough for you to decide whether or not you wanted me
to.
SD: (forget just taking
off my panties, I want to strip entirely!) What happens if I don’t want you to?
GM: (smiling) I don’t know.
I’ve never been turned down... at least not for a kiss. Kissing is an art, you know. And a first kiss should set the tone for the
whole relationship. I’m a very dominant
man, and when I kiss a woman, I make certain that’s understood.
SD: You can make that
clear just with your lips?
GM: If my lips are the
only part of me involved in a kiss, then I’m doing a very poor job of it.
I had more questions, but at this point, Gavin received a text
message that was apparently very important.
GM: I’m sorry, but a
situation has come up. Perhaps we can
resume our conversation at a later date.
SD: Of course. Thank you for stopping by, and I hope
everything is okay.
GM: (grim faced and steely
eyed) It will be. Of that you can be
certain.
Now, my curiosity is killing me!
What was the mysterious text? Why
so serious at the end? I wonder what
Gavin is up to, and I can’t help but wonder what’s happening with the
mysterious redhead!
This is a short story, selling for $0.99, and it is the first in a series of 3.
Excerpt:
He smiled then.
“What
a diplomat you
are, Miss Jones... Speaking of diplomacy, what is an appropriate way to address
the sensitive topic of our first meeting?”
She closed her eyes with a nervous clenching running through her body. “I was rather hoping we wouldn't.”
“Liberty, you ran from me. Women never run from me. How could we not?”
Libby didn't respond, in part because she did't have an appropriate response and in part, because the elevator made a sound unlike anything she'd ever heard, before it came to a shuddering halt. “What was that?”
“I believe it's called mechanical failure,” Gavin answered her seemingly panicked question. “It's fine. The elevator has a failsafe breaking system that works independently of the engine. Just because it stopped doesn't mean it'll fall.”
“I know that,” she answered in a near whisper. Her voice sounded thin and breathless. “I hate feeling trapped. As long as it's moving, it doesn't feel that way, but with it stopped--” She began to hyperventilate.
Gavin stood very still as if he had no idea what to do.
They were trapped. Libby thought wildly. Maybe for him, it was an inconvenience, for her it was truly like a nightmare.
She closed her eyes with a nervous clenching running through her body. “I was rather hoping we wouldn't.”
“Liberty, you ran from me. Women never run from me. How could we not?”
Libby didn't respond, in part because she did't have an appropriate response and in part, because the elevator made a sound unlike anything she'd ever heard, before it came to a shuddering halt. “What was that?”
“I believe it's called mechanical failure,” Gavin answered her seemingly panicked question. “It's fine. The elevator has a failsafe breaking system that works independently of the engine. Just because it stopped doesn't mean it'll fall.”
“I know that,” she answered in a near whisper. Her voice sounded thin and breathless. “I hate feeling trapped. As long as it's moving, it doesn't feel that way, but with it stopped--” She began to hyperventilate.
Gavin stood very still as if he had no idea what to do.
They were trapped. Libby thought wildly. Maybe for him, it was an inconvenience, for her it was truly like a nightmare.
“Liberty?”
Libby couldn't
answer. She couldn't speak, and she felt like her lungs were
going to explode, but she was unable to stop drawing in the great lungfuls of
air, even as her vision began to fade around the edges. Just as she was
accepting it, giving into the fact that she was probably going to pass out, she
felt him step closer, his hands seizing her upper arms.
She looked up at him and his mouth was on hers. Stunned, she simply stood there as he kissed her. It wasn't some horribly invasive kiss, where he shoved his tongue down her throat. In fact, he didn't use his tongue at all. He simply melded his lips over hers, touching them softly, moving them expertly over hers in such a way that she forgot the elevator and everything else.
The files she'd been clutching fell to the floor. The heat was there, blossoming between them just as it had before. His hands on her arms and his lips over hers were the only points of contact, but it felt as if her whole body had simply been set ablaze.
A soft hum of pleasure escaped her, and she felt him smile against her lips. His hands coasted over her arms, until his fingers twined with hers and he raised her hands to his shoulders, bringing them closer, until their bodies skimmed lightly against one another, a teasing and tantalizing promise.
Standing so close that she could feel the heat from his body, he lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her.
“You kissed me,” she stated the obvious, but still sounded surprised.
“You were hyperventilating—and I don't have any paper bags.”
She looked up at him and his mouth was on hers. Stunned, she simply stood there as he kissed her. It wasn't some horribly invasive kiss, where he shoved his tongue down her throat. In fact, he didn't use his tongue at all. He simply melded his lips over hers, touching them softly, moving them expertly over hers in such a way that she forgot the elevator and everything else.
The files she'd been clutching fell to the floor. The heat was there, blossoming between them just as it had before. His hands on her arms and his lips over hers were the only points of contact, but it felt as if her whole body had simply been set ablaze.
A soft hum of pleasure escaped her, and she felt him smile against her lips. His hands coasted over her arms, until his fingers twined with hers and he raised her hands to his shoulders, bringing them closer, until their bodies skimmed lightly against one another, a teasing and tantalizing promise.
Standing so close that she could feel the heat from his body, he lifted his mouth from hers and stared down at her.
“You kissed me,” she stated the obvious, but still sounded surprised.
“You were hyperventilating—and I don't have any paper bags.”
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Author Bio:
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| Seraphina Donavan |
Seraphina
Donavan is a hopeless romantic with a wicked & oh-so-dirty mind! Those
things, combined with her love of writing, prompted her to take the leap and
transform those fantasies into written words on a page. As a curvy girl herself,
Seraphina has made it a point to celebrate those women with delicious curves
with her work through writing and the hot men who love them.
She currently has 11 published books & is working on many more...
Living in Central Kentucky, Seraphina spends her time rescuing stray animals, working for a non-profit agency and dreaming of becoming a best-selling author. She lives in a home that has more character than working parts and enjoys spending time with her fur babies.
Feel free to contact her with any questions or thoughts on your
mind... She loves connecting with her readers & hearing from
anyone!
Thank you for sharing Gavin with everyone on the Flames! He is one smoking-hot man.
Fantastic interview and excerpt.
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Great cover. The interview was fantastic.
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Nice excerpt!
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