Deacon
by Cheryl
Douglas
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BLURB:
When
Deacon Sarkis sets his sights on the gorgeous young model gracing the pages of
his glossy catalogue, he knows he has to have her. One problem. She’s not
available. But that won’t stop Deacon. He’s a man used to getting what he wants
and he wants Mia.
Mia is stunned when she receives an email from the elusive billionaire who owns the lingerie company she models for. He tells her he’s intrigued. He’s not the only one. But she knows she’d be a fool to throw away an eight year relationship for a brief affair with the head honcho. He doesn’t do relationships and she doesn’t do casual sex. It seems they’re at an impasse.
Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?
Mia is stunned when she receives an email from the elusive billionaire who owns the lingerie company she models for. He tells her he’s intrigued. He’s not the only one. But she knows she’d be a fool to throw away an eight year relationship for a brief affair with the head honcho. He doesn’t do relationships and she doesn’t do casual sex. It seems they’re at an impasse.
Who will come out on top in this battle of wills? The dominant one or the woman intent on teaching him the meaning of submission?
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EXCERPT:
I barged into Deacon’s office at eight o’clock that evening.
Since his silver Lamborghini was one of the few cars left in the parking lot, I wasn’t
too concerned about interrupting a meeting.
He looked up from his computer when I stormed in, and a
smile quickly replaced his scowl.
“They let you in without clearance?"
I plopped down in the seat across from him, trying not to
notice how tempting he looked with his sleeves rolled up and no tie on. “The receptionist
who usually guards your castle left for the day, and the security guard at the front desk has a
crush on me, so he didn’t ask any questions.”
He frowned. “Which security guard is that?”
I spotted a stress ball on the corner of his desk. I doubted
he used it; it looked like a promo item Alabaster’s gave away. I whipped it at his chest.
“You’re not serious.”
He laughed, catching the ball before it hit him. “You have a
pretty good arm.”
“Shut up, Deacon!” The nagging voice in the back of my head
reminded me I was talking to my boss, but I told her to mind her own goddamn business and
go back to sleep. “I’m pissed at you.”
He leaned back, kicking his feet up on the desk as he tossed
the ball from one hand to the other and squeezed it. “Do tell.”
“You told Eleni about us.”
“So?”
“So you had no right to do that!”
He seemed totally unfazed by my anger, which only incensed
me further.
“She’s my friend. I should have been the one to tell her,
when—or if—I decided there was anything worth telling her.” That got his attention.
When he pinned me with that hot gaze, I feared he would
demand I bend over the desk and take my punishment like a brave girl.
“I asked you not to tell anyone, including Eleni. You
didn’t, and I appreciate that. Now that you’re single, I’ve decided it’s time your best friend know
about our… relationship.”
The way he said relationship made me feel as though he had
been seeking a different word but come up short. Arrangement, perhaps? Was that what this
was to him?
Not willing to let him have the last word, I said, “We’re
not in a relationship. We’re still getting to know each other. If I like what I see, I might
agree to date you, though not exclusively.
I’ve been tied down too long to get serious again so soon.”
I swallowed, averting my eyes when the thin skin across his knuckles turned white from the
pressure he was inflicting on the ball.
“Let me get this straight. You might agree to date me—though
not exclusively?”
I was almost afraid to push him further, but if I backed
down, that would set a precedent for all future arguments. “That’s right. If you have a problem
with that, we can part ways now and—”
He planted his feet on the floor and made his way around the
desk slowly, like a panther preparing to devour its prey. He gripped the armrests of my
chair, his face a fraction of an inch from mine. I held my breath—waiting, praying, and trying to
predict what he might do next.
Pushing him had been a very bad idea.
“You really think that’s an option?” he whispered.
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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
When one door closes, another
one opens. I closed the door to my business for the last time in 2011, which
left me with a decision. What now? Find another location and move my nutrition
business, go to work for someone else, or take a chance on my dream? I chose
the latter and I’ve never looked back!
I’ve always loved reading and writing,
but it wasn’t until I jumped in with both feet and decided writing would be my
career, instead of just a hobby, that my muse woke up from her deep slumber.
It was
like someone flipped a switch inside my head and stories just came pouring out.
At the end of the day, I would often look at the keyboard and wonder, ‘Who the
heck wrote that? ‘Cause I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me!’
I don’t
write books. I tell stories, or rather, I allow my characters to tell their
stories through me. I’m not a plotter, never have been, never will be. Why?
Because I have no idea how the story will evolve and it’s not my place to
manipulate it. My job is to get to know these characters, figure out what makes
them tick, then follow their journey wherever it takes me.
When
I’m not writing, I’m daydreaming. Thankfully, I have an understanding husband
and son who know I’ll re-join the land of the living just as soon as my muse
decides it’s quitting time. I don’t work for myself. I work for her. She’s the
boss. And I’m okay with that.
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GIVEAWAY:
Cheryl
Douglas will be awarding a $25 Amazon or Barnes and Noble GC to a randomly
drawn winner via rafflecopter during the tour. Follow the tour HERE
