In the epilogue to For the Love of His Life, one of Veronica’s friends, a resort owner named Ivan, sends one of his “cousins” after the people who might threaten Raul’s relationship with her. The drug dealers learn how painful dislocated joints can be, from an ex-KGB agent who is no longer in the “family business”. He’s also sent to convince the biker queen that she can’t ever collect on her promise to make Raul one of her men. When Dmitri sees the woman for the first time, he’s dismayed that she’s not only a successful businesswoman who runs her father’s business with an iron hand, but she’s also a redhead. He’s always had a “thing” for redheads. He doesn’t want to dislocate any parts of her body. What can he offer to her, to make her forget about Raul? And since he doesn’t believe in sharing his woman, how can he convince her that he’s all the man she needs?
Only One Man Will Do, the second book in the Minnesota Romances opens with Dmitri getting his first look at Alexandra, the biker queen of Raul’s nightmares. Dmitri wants her to star in dreams of a very different kind…
Excerpt from their first meeting:
Alexandra Blackstone strode into her office purposefully. As she sat down at her desk, she pulled at some paperwork that she needed to review. Once the file was in front of her she opened it and began to read. Her inner observations reflected her opinion of the report.
They need a more forceful presence in the market…not sure we have the cajones to do it, but heard of our reputation. Hmm, wonder if they’re worried because Daddy isn’t in charge anymore? Yet another stupid man underestimating me because I’ve got a snatch?
She was already frowning in irritation when noise from outside of her office made her look up.
Joyce was heading out to lunch as I walked in, so who’s out there?
The door was opened without anyone knocking and a mountain of a man walked through it without a word.
Alexandra’s eyes narrowed as she watching him move casually over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk from her and sit down with the supreme confidence of someone who knew he had been expected.
“Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?” She demanded.
The man studied her closely.
“Your voice is as low and sexy as I thought it would be, based on how you look.” He made this observation casually, as if to himself.
Alexandra sat back and glared at him in silence to give herself time to think.
I don’t feel threatened by him, but he’s definitely a force to be reckoned with. He’s not that tall, but he’s built so wide that it feels crowded in the office with just the two of us in it. I’ll bet there’s solid muscle under his clothes…
She frowned with irritation at her own reaction as she felt her juices beginning to leak out of her to soak her lacy black thong.
“I repeat, who the fuck are you? I don’t take any appointments at this time of day. I’m trying to catch up on paperwork. I don’t have time to dick around with some asshole who pushes his way into my office. Should I call security and have you escorted out?”
His eyebrows rose and his lips turned up slightly.
“You could try. That would give me a reason to come around to your side of the desk.” He looked like he found that idea appealing.
Shit! He’s got sexy dimples when he smiles. His dark brown eyes are so piercing I feel like he’s stripped me in his mind and he’s got me bent over the desk already! He must be putting out some powerful pheromones to get me so hot so quickly. Either that or it’s been way too long since I got laid.
He cleared his throat to get her attention.
“We need to talk, Alexandra Blackstone. I have a message for you.”
She leaned forward and rested her arms on the desk, steepling her fingers together, tapping the pointer fingers against each other–a habit she had learned from her Dad who used this gesture to show the speaker had his full attention.
“And what is that message?”
“You need to stay away from the actor known as Raul Roderick. You’re not to contact him or any of his family, nor are you to attempt to collect on a threat you made to him that you would find him someday and make him…ahem…make him have sex with you.”
Alexandra leaned back and laughed in surprise.
“I think you have me confused with someone else. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He leaned forward and Alexandra felt like the air was being pushed toward her, like his tiniest movements were affecting her surroundings.
“Oh, I think you do. You are Alexandra Blackstone, daughter of Thomas Blackstone who founded this marketing company. He had two daughters, no son. You are the elder so you are the one he groomed to take over his business when he retired, which he did last year. He still sits on the board when he’s not tanning in Florida.”
She frowned, “All of which is public record. None of which suggests I know what the hell you’re talking about.”
He leaned back with a smile and crossed his legs, his right ankle resting on his left thigh, giving her a good view of the large bulge in his crotch area. She tried to ignore her body’s reaction as her inner muscles tensed in anticipation, her nipples beaded against the lacy bra, the moisture continued to pour onto her thong and her breathing sped up as she imagined what was stretching the fabric. She looked up to focus on something…anything else, and found herself staring at the wide fingers resting on the arms of the chair. She blinked in surprise.
Jesus, his cock must be wider than my wrist! He looks like he knows what I’m thinking. He’s toying with me, damn him. And he’s enjoying it.
“You are also Alex, the red-headed biker queen of a group of Harley riders based out of the Mille Lacs area. You spend your weekends up there during riding weather, staying at a farmhouse owned by your family, surrounded by the gang you recruited personally. You fuck all of the men and keep everyone in line by the sheer force of your personality.”
He studied her intently and once again she felt naked under his gaze. She squirmed as she felt herself creating a huge wet spot that soaked through her slip onto her skirt. Damn! I’ll have to get my suit dry-cleaned after this!
She attempted to bluff, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now since I have work to do, I suggest you leave now, mister…what was your name?”
“There’s no need for lying between us, Alexandra,” her name rolled off his tongue to caress her in places she was trying to ignore.
“We are two of a kind. Like you, I wear many faces, many names. I don’t have a public identity for you to search out. I make no judgments. I’m speaking to you plainly because I won’t insult your intelligence by pretending or lying. I’ve been sent by my cousin to do a favor for the actor I mentioned. He’s getting married and has given up his former drug-fueled lifestyle. He’s making a clean break with his past in order to build a future with his bride. I promised my cousin I’d make sure that the drug dealers who used to supply him knew to stay away from him. I used…shall we say…some carefully applied persuasion. Once they get out of the hospital I don’t think they’ll try to contact him again. You are the last name on my list. Once I’ve convinced you to drop any claim you might feel you had on him, I can tell my cousin I’m done.”
He’s not here to seduce me! He’s here to give me an ultimatum! What balls! Who the fuck does he think he is?
She felt her anger rising, the familiar redness rising in her face, her skin heating up as she realized the man thought he could order her around.
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Sorry the excerpts are so long, but I’m trying to give you an idea of what the characters are all about. Some readers might not like having a heroine who is unashamed of her prodigious sexual appetite. I wanted to show that even a hard-as-nails woman can fall in love…and fall hard. She has a huge appetite for life, with all of the pleasures it can offer. Can Dmitri convince her that Only One Man Will Do?
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