Proposals (4 page)

I had nothing to lose, it was just a weekend
in Paris with a rich, handsome stranger.

I took a deep breath and said, "Okay, I'm in
- let's see how it goes in Paris."

Keira's Punishment: The Billionaire's
Submissive

Keira's Visit: The Billionaire's Submissive
2

Keira's Past: The Billionaire's Submissive
3

The Billionaire's Contract: Proposals

The Billionaire's Contract 2:
Considerations

The Billionaire's Contract 3: Aftermath

Bride By Design: Flights of Fancy (Taken By
The Billionaire)

Bride By Design 2: Manchala On The Mind
(Taken By The Billionaire)

Bride By Design 3: Manchala Nights (Taken By
The Billionaire)

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Excerpt From Bride By Design: Flights Of
Fancy (Taken By The Billionaire)

Description:

Lisa has just lost her job. Her career as an
aspiring designer seems to be going nowhere and she doesn't need
any more complications in her life right now.
She especially doesn't need a passionate encounter with her crush
on a midnight flight from LA to New York. She doesn't need him to
pursue her, she doesn't want to be confused about his motives, and
she doesn't want to get entangled in a world she knows nothing
about.
But life has a strange sense of humor, and when her crush turns out
to be billionaire real estate investor Colin Anderson, she finds
herself manipulated into a strange web of deceit…

Extract:

I saw his eyes glint, and suddenly his arm
was around my shoulder.

He leaned into my ear and murmured, "I know
you feel it too."

I closed my eyes as he wrapped his lips
around my earlobe. He moved down my throat kissing me gently, and
then his hand was in my hair, wrenching down my face so I was
forced to look up. My lips were trembling in anticipation, and I
felt my stomach tighten, and my nipples hardened into tiny peas.
His lips slammed down onto mine, and his tongue thrust in and
plundered my mouth. I responded fervently, not able to think, my
body reacting on its own.

As we kissed, he quickly undid the top
buttons on my blouse, and I felt his hand on my breast, pressing
down and kneading gently in circles. I felt my desire grow, and I
arched my back and moaned into his mouth, wanting more.

He could sense what I needed and his other
hand moved down to my leg, and then I felt him sliding my skirt up.
Suddenly my brain kicked into action and I pulled my mouth away
from his.

"No," I gasped, and pushed his hands
away.

I wanted him so badly, but I slid away from
him quickly, over to the opposite seat and pulled my skirt down,
even as a part of me wanted to hitch it higher, spread my legs
apart and beg him to enter me.

I noticed he was smiling and his eyes were
glued on my breasts, and I blushed as I pulled my shirt close,
fumbling with the buttons.

I was such a fool! My brain chided me, and
for once I was thankful that I'd been practical. I looked down as I
did up the buttons, refusing to meet his eyes. I could sense his
arousal and I knew I looked flushed and excited myself.

"Are you sure you don't want more?" he asked
softly.

"Yes!" I snapped, glaring at him, even though
my panties were moist. A part of me wished he'd lunge across and
take me roughly, his chest pressing down on my breasts, his hands
groping me… I pushed the thought out of my head. "You're not going
to seduce me and take me to Manchala."

He leaned back and looked relaxed. "Why, that
thought had never even crossed me mind."

He smiled, and I continued to glare at him
through narrowed eyes.

Extract From "Keira's Punishment: The
Billionaire's Submissive"

Description:

Keira Jones is in trouble. She's accidentally
approved a press release painting her boss, Connor Hastings, as an
elitist snob and she knows she'll get fired. Unless she agrees to
beg for forgiveness and accept her punishment - a choice that seems
simple enough.

At Connor's hands, Keira discovers
humiliation and pleasure. Soon, she finds herself tempted by
Connor's dark ways and the glamour and excitement he offers…

Extract:

His face was inches from mine and he said
softly, "That day, all I really wanted to do was take you over my
lap and give you a good, hard spanking."

He leaned back and suddenly the words came
rushing into my head. Images popped up unbidden - myself, lying
across his lap, my ass bare, his hand lifted, coming down…

My breath quickened, but I pushed those
thoughts away and looked up to meet his eyes. I didn't know what to
say. Though I was wearing a demure business skirt and white
button-up blouse, I suddenly felt naked, as though Connor knew
exactly what I looked like undressed.

Connor's eyes were speculative, and he stood
up suddenly and moved to the window. He looked out and asked, "How
badly do you want to keep this job?"

I gulped. "Very badly, sir."

"Mike says I should fire you. Legally, that's
my best choice"

I started to speak but he held up his hand to
silence me.

"I like you," he said softly, and I breathed
in deeply with pleasure and hope. "I don't want to fire you." He
turned to look at me again and the light reflected off his dark
mahogany hair, his formal white shirt hinting at hard muscles
underneath. "I like you very much." His voice sounded speculative,
and again, I felt as though my clothes were transparent. There was
something so powerful in his gaze, I felt as though he could see
everything.

"If you're ready to do anything to keep your
job, I'll ignore my lawyer's advice and not fire you."

I felt thankfulness flood through my veins,
and my eyes widened with relief.

"I'll do anything," I said confidently.

"Well then," he smiled, "Come here and beg
for forgiveness."

I looked at him, surprised.

He pointed to a spot on the floor, just
before his feet. "Get on your knees," he commanded.

I noticed now the bulge in the front of his
pants, and he ran one hand over it, emphasizing it, making it
obvious what I was about to do.

I had a few seconds to make my decision. It
was an easy choice to make - I went over and kneeled before
him.

"Unbutton your blouse."

His voice was harsh and commanding, and I
felt the humiliation bubble up inside me. With trembling fingers, I
undid the buttons slowly, staring at the floor, not daring to meet
his eyes.

When they were all unbuttoned, I let the
shirt hang loose, hoping I could keep it on. Connor reached down
and pushed the panels apart, exposing my bra-clad breasts. I felt
embarrassed, and hoped this was it, that I wouldn't have to take
anything off.

But Connor gazed at me for a few seconds, and
then reached down again. He pushed the cups of my bra down, and my
breasts spilled out over them. The fabric pushed them up from
below, making them stand up, my nipples hard and pointing out. He
cupped my breasts from the side, and said, "You're already aroused.
Good. I like that."