Hello! Thank you so
much for visiting Written Butterfly with me today!
Thank you so much for
inviting me, Beth! Excited to be here.
Q) Can you give a
fun or interesting fact about your book?
An interesting fact about this story is
that it has had several different tellings and titles.
Considering it is not that old of an
idea, this story has gone in many different directions.
The first title I dubbed this one was, Say My Name, since our sexy hero
Roger, often says that to his new personal assistant Lexi, during some very
intimate moments. The next incarnation of this story was entitled, The Moment of Truth, but I tried
something a little different and it was not well received, it just didn’t work
out. Live and learn. So back to the drawing board, I reworked the original Say
My Name manuscript, but I no longer felt like that was the right title for the
new and improved story. I finally decided on The NØ
Frat Clause, because it is the crux of our hero and heroine’s conflict.
Q) What gave
you the inspiration for your book?
The idea for this story actually
spawned from an image prompt in one of the weekly blog hops I participate in,
Masturbation Monday. The explicit picture was of a man fully dressed in a
business suit, sitting on a cream leather couch, playing with a naked woman. It
immediately took me to an office setting and I wrote a short erotic flash
fiction to go along with it. A couple of weeks later, with Lexi and Roger still
on my mind and a second erotic image prompt for M-Monday, another part of their
story materialized. By then I realized Lex and Rog had a story to tell.
Q) Do you have any habits that get you in the writing frame
of mind?
Coffee, coffee and
more coffee, along with my Chihuahua by my side.
Q) Do you plan all your characters out before you start a
story or do they develop as you write?
They absolutely
develop for me on the fly. I might have a vague direction when I start, but the
characters show me the way and often it isn’t where I expect to end up. They’re
a pushy lot.
Q) How much real life do you put into or influences your books?
When I
first started writing a lot of real life went into my stories but sooner or
later you run out of things to share or that you can relate to. Often the day
to day, is not that interesting. LOL. Not to say I don’t throw some of my own
experiences or of those around me into it, I do, but some of my more recent projects, I have zero
experience in, so we’ll see how that goes. J I’ve been
known to use snippets of conversation I’ve overheard, while I’m out and about,
between absolute strangers, into my stories. So word to the wise, be careful
what you share in public. You never know who might be sitting within earshot at
the coffee shop, at the grocery store or on a plane. Author fodder is
everywhere.
Q) What are your upcoming projects?
I have several
manuscripts on the go but nothing complete at the moment. So stay tuned.
Temptation... It's all around us... the
flesh is weak.
Haven't we all been tempted, at one time or
another? Sometimes it's just too hard to be good.
Whether it's that rich chocolaty slab of cake
alongside a cold glass of white milk while you're on a diet, or that
drool-worthy muscle bound guy at the gym who you can't seem to keep your greedy
gaze from, or the gorgeous young intern, new to the firm, who just needs some
good training.
Temptation doesn't obey the rules and
though they try their best to fight it, Roger and Lexi, don't either, The NØ
Frat Clause.
Blurb:
Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an
entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her
tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the
company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly
handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one
smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early
in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after
her boss.
Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the
company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does,
but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She's smart, young, and gorgeous.
It's hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close
proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands
followed.
So much for the No Frat Policy.
I hope you enjoy this naughty tease. A
little Love in an Elevator...
(sorry, I just got that song stuck in your
head for the rest of the day).
Excerpt:
All of a sudden the lights flickered once
again, and the lift jerked.
Lexi grabbed my thigh in panic. “Oh God!”
Oh God was right. Any higher and she was
going to get a rock-hard handful.
I wound my arms around her, and we held on
as the elevator came to shuddering halt. The lights went out entirely, plunging
us into complete darkness. The hydraulic hum of the mechanics powering down
droned. Then there was silence except for the clicking of the cables.
“Ohhh …” Lexi said in alarm.
“It’s okay. Take it easy,” I reassured her.
“The auxiliary lights should come on in a second when the generators kick in.”
But seconds ticked by and nothing happened.
“What’s happening?” she asked, her voice
warbling.
“Power outage from the storm I’d say. Guess
you were right, we should have taken the stairs.”
“Oh boy.” I felt her take a deep shuddering
breath. She shifted, centering her back to my chest, and relaxed into me. I
tried to maintain some distance, but there was no help for it, with her perfect
little ass snugged right up against my upper thighs. There was no way she
missed the massive bulge in my pants. She tensed, but she didn’t pull away either.
I inhaled her familiar scent. Another bad
idea. It was just as arousing as the rest of her. She smelled fanfuckingtastic.
Her breathing became erratic. I was afraid
she was about to panic.
“We’re okay. Relax.” I ran my hands up and
down her arms.
She melted into me.
“Do you have your cell phone?” I asked in a
tight voice. “We could use it for light. And-or call for help. At least let
someone know we’re in here.”
“No, I left mine at the office. You?”
“I think I tossed mine in the briefcase.
It's down here by our feet somewhere.”
A ringing noise made us both jump.
I released her and groped in the dark until
I found the little door containing the emergency phone. “Hello?” I answered in
a clipped tone.
“What's your name, and how many are with you?”
a gruff voice barked.
“Roger Kent. There are two of us. Myself
and my assistant.”
“We're working on getting you down. Try not
to panic.”
“All right, but can you do something about
the auxiliary lighting?”
“The generators should engage anytime now. Sit
tight.”
“Okay, we’ll sit tight. As if we have a
choice,” I said as I hung up.
From the awkward way I'd been leaning, I
straightened up slightly, rearranging my hips back into the corner. “We’re
gonna be a while,” I said and reached for Lexi. It was pitch black. I couldn’t
make out a goddamn thing. “Where'd ya go? Christ, it’s dark.”
“I'm searching for the cell.” Just then my
palm made contact with a nicely rounded hip. Oh fuck, she was bent over in
front of me. I followed the soft plump curve as she rooted through the
briefcase. I closed my eyes and took long, slow inventory of her shapely
backside. I stifled a groan, but it escaped as more of a grunt.
Slowly, she straightened and turned in my
direction. The low light from my cell screen glowed, illuminating the space
between us.
The tension between us was palpable. She
stared at me. Her lips parted. I don’t know what she saw in my expression. One
of us made a growling sound. I suspect it was me.
Simultaneously, she dropped the phone and
reached for me as I grabbed for her. I sought her lips hungrily as the darkness
enveloped us once more. She moaned something incoherent into my mouth.
In a wild frenzy, we nipped and sucked at
each other’s mouths, our hands roamed free and greedily. My cock lengthened to
painful proportions.
Lexi arched into me, her ample breasts
pressing against my upper chest. She squirmed as I tried to gather her sweet
backside in my greedy hands. Lifting her, I thrust my hips at her, leaving no
doubt as to what I wanted.
In answer, she pressed her pelvis against
me. The pressure felt amazing, but I wanted more.
“Yeah,” she cried softly. “Yeah …”
Fuck yeah!
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