Twenty-six-year-old
Abraham O’Donnell is the CFO of Steel Inc. After working tirelessly for over a
year, he takes a week off to enjoy the sand, surf, and bikini-clad women of Ft.
Lauderdale, Florida. After all, he's earned it.
When a brief
interlude with a flight attendant in her hotel room goes awry, Abe heads to a
rental home with a private beach. While floating naked in the pool, he learns a
guest house on the property is also occupied. So much for rest and relaxation.
Ever the gentleman, Abe tries to make the most of his misfortune, and offers to
make the beauties staying on the property some dinner.
It's senior year and
Nikolette (Nikki) Bassett is a few days late for her last college Spring Break
with her four best girlfriends. When she arrives, all these ladies can talk
about is the guy next door. And once Nikki gets a look at him, she knows what
they mean. Fresh from an afternoon of surfing, Nikki can hardly believe her
eyes when Abe approaches. The sexual tension and banter between the two of them
leads to steamy hot sex on the Atlantic shore.
It's only a Spring
Break fling, and both Abe and Nikki know better than to make it out to be more
than that. Or do they? Abe’s calm demeanor changes once he has a taste of
Nikki. That night, no location is safe. He takes her on the beach and ravages
her in his bed. But despite their mind-blowing sex, Abe's taste for ultimate
control in the bedroom makes Nikki uneasy. Nikki's just getting over a
heartbreak and she can't afford to let Abe in. So, she pushes aside her budding
feelings, and leaves Florida and Abe behind without a backwards glance.
Not used to being
dumped and afraid to admit how much it hurts, Abe cuts his losses and heads back
to Steel Inc., resume his role at the top of Steel Inc., pouring his heart and
soul into his work. But Nikki Moore won't be forgotten so easily. Her taste,
scent, voice, the noises she made when he brought her to ecstasy, the way she
tasted on his tongue, and felt under his touch haunts him. Always fighting for
control, Abe tries to push Nikki far into the back of his mind, as he fucks the
rented women he had grown accustom to.
But Karma is a
bitch, and Abe blames her for Nikki leaving him the way she did. So when Nikki
shows up unexpectedly, Abe welcomes Karma with open arms. Control has left the
building and safety of one's heart is no longer strong enough to stop what
happens next.
ABE, is the first in
the TIES OF STEEL series from bestselling erotica author MJ Fields. It is a
spin-off of the bestselling MEN OF STEEL series featuring the Steel brothers:
Jase, Cyrus, Zandor and Xavier.
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The way he looked at me made me squirm in my seat. I was lucky to
have gotten this internship and if I messed up my first assignment, I would
probably spend the semester in the mailroom.
“Bassett, Nikolette, err, Miss Bassett.” I stammered like a
complete idiot.
“Miss or Mrs.?” He asked and the others chuckled.
As unprepared as I was for this, I was determined to do my job and
do it well.
“Miss. I’m an intern for The Shore and was asked to--” I stopped
and looked down as I fumbled in my briefcase for something to write with. And
paper, I needed paper, too. I looked up briefly and all four men were staring
at me. “I’m sorry, I’m normally better prepared.”
They looked skeptically at me.
“Inexperienced, huh?” One of the men chuckled.
I made eye contact with the one who laughed, “You’re Zandor Steel,
right? From the picture at the airport that brought this all on.”
“Yes. The woman, Rebekah, in the picture is now my wife.”
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you.” He sat back. “We’ll make sure Abe goes easy on you,
Nikolette.”
Another one laughed. “And you’re Xavier?”
“Sure am. You need to tell those motherfuckers if they keep chasing
my fiancé around, I am gonna tear shit up.”
“I understand how you must feel. I can assure you it wasn’t The
Shore who has taken the pictures but with Mr.?” I looked over at him, Neptune,
again forgetting his last name, which was completely embarrassing.
“O’Donnell. His last name is O’Donnell. He’s not that unforgettable
is he?”
“You’re Cyrus?”
“The one and only,” he nodded. “Alright, I am gonna jet, go see how
my wife is doing. I’m sure I am leaving you in capable hands with Mr.
O’Donnell, but if you need anything let me know.”
And with that, he left, “I’m out, too.” Xavier stood up and shook
my hand, “Nice meeting you, Nikolette. I’ll be leaving around four. Until
then look me up if you need anything.”
He walked out of the room chuckling. I looked quickly away and at
the man sitting next to Mr. O’Donnell. “I’m Jase. Abe’s best friend and
business associate.” He reached over and shook my hand. “You’re pretty damn
lucky to be in his hands and not one of those three characters. He’ll take care
of you. Abe’s a gentleman.”
Jase stood and looked at his brother, “Let’s leave them to it.”
As soon as the door shut behind Jase, I felt my whole body tense.
Abe stood and unbuttoned his gray suit coat. I turned as he shrugged it off and
threw it over the desk. He walked to the door with a different confidence than
what I saw in Florida. But his body was no different. Long and lean. I knew
exactly what was underneath and I--
“Miss Bassett,” he interrupted my very immoral thoughts.
“Yes?” I asked.
“I’ll walk you out.”
He opened the door and I sat looking at him. “I don’t understand.”
“Unlike the four,” he paused, “men who just left, I have no
interest in,” he waved his hand flippantly in the air, “doing this.”
“But--”
“Let’s go,” he turned his back to me.
It took several moments for me to organize the thoughts in my head
hoping to make any sort of “Abe--” I pleaded. Finally, a name.
“Mr. O’Donnell.” He turned and looked at me.
“Of course,” I stood fumbling with the pad and pen I had just
pulled out of my briefcase. I walked to the door he held open.
I followed him to the elevator, and he pushed the button to the
ground floor a few times before his hands fisted and he shoved them into his
pockets. He was angry and I was out of sorts. Once we stepped into the
elevator, he pushed the button to close the door and then walked to the far
corner, seemingly to get as far as he could from me.
I had to do something, say something. I wasn’t sure which subject
to broach first, the time in Florida, or the fact that I needed this interview.
“Mr. O’Donnell,” I said as I turned to him. He leaned against the
wall with his hands still shoved in his pockets. “I need this interview.”
He said nothing, simply looked at me.
“I know this is awkward.” I continued, as he remained silent. His
eyebrow shot up at the word awkward. “Will you please say something?” I
whispered.
The door opened and when he walked past me and out into the
reception area, I followed. He walked briskly out the front doors. When I
caught up, he stopped and turned to me.
“Nice seeing you again, Miss Bassett.” And he nodded to the parking
lot.
“Please just listen to me.”
“I’m a very busy man,” he started.
“Why are you acting like this?”
“I’m at work. This is a professional environment. And this, Miss
Bassett, is not an act. This is who I am. I don’t have time to spend answering
questions about my preferences in what I am looking for in women and certainly
not to you. Good day,” he nodded towards the parking lot again.
“You keep speaking about professionalism. Have I given you any
reason to believe I will be anything but professional?”
“It’s a bit more complicated than that now isn’t it, Miss Bassett.”
I was not sure how to fix this, but I couldn’t walk away with
nothing. I had two weeks to write this story and I was not going to fail.
“Thank you for your time, Mr. O’Donnell, I will just go ahead and write it
without your input.”
I was calling his bluff and crossing my fingers that he would stop
me as I walked away. I made it all the way across the parking lot to my car
before I finally looked back and watched him walk into the building.
I sat and looked at the very impressive building that was Steel
Incorporated, a place that I had read about and the “Men of Steel” as they
called the four brothers in all the articles I had been busying myself with for
a week now. I couldn’t understand how they had kept Abe O’Donnell a secret. The
only pictures that popped up in any search engine were of him with shades and a
ball cap on. I couldn’t believe that I didn’t recognize the man who I had
dreamt about for a week. A man who had invaded my dreams and woke me up in the
middle of the night feeling regretful over leaving his bed the way I did.
It was unbelievable that I would run into him the way I had. It was
even more unbelievable that my future as a journalist would end before it even
began because he refused to do this interview.
I had landed this internship and maneuvered my entire schedule
around, begged professors to allow me to finish classes online, and gave up my
entire summer in hopes of making a name for myself.
Now what?
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Meet M.J.
Fields
MJ Fields's love of
writing was in full swing by age eight. Together with her cousins, she wrote a
newsletter and they sold it to family members. She self-published her first New
Adult romance in January 2013. Today, she has completed four self-published
series, The Love series, The Wrapped series, The Burning Souls series, and The
Men of Steel series. The Norfolk series has one title self-published so far and
Ties of Steel, which was acquired by Swoon Romance in June 2014. Book 1 ABE
releases October 28, 2014. MJ is a bestselling romance erotica author and
former small business owner, who recently closed the business so she could
write full time.
MJ lives in central
New York, surrounded by family and friends. Her house is full of pets, friends,
and noise ninety percent of the time, and she would have it no other way.
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