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Synopsis
The Executive
Decisions Trilogy may be over, but the story continues. Intrepid reporter,
Carla Flannery, wants to interview Wade Crittenden, the secretive creative
genius behind Pneuma Inc. But when, against all odds, Wade actually agrees to
the interview, Carla suspects ulterior motives.
Carla has made a
lot of enemies in her work and when Wade discovers she’s being stalked, he
agrees to the interview to keep her close and safe. As the situation turns
deadly, lives and hearts are on the line, and the interview reveals far more about
both than either ever expected.
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Excerpt
Carla nodded to the chair opposite her
and Wade sat down cautiously. She offered a dry smile and spoke around a
mouthful of toast. ‘Chair’s not booby-trapped, food’s not poisoned. My security
system’s not that good.’
When he made no reply but savoured a
forkful of eggs, she joined him in devouring the feast, satisfied that after
the first bite, he shovelled it in with as much relish and lack of delicate
table manners as she did. With her, eating was always done in a hurry to get on
with what was always way more work than she had time for, unless she was
settling in for a meal with her father. She suspected he cooked for her
especially for that reason. And as she watched Wade stuff half a slice of toast
into his mouth in one go, she figured he was probably the same, with no one to
make sure he got a good meal from time to time. Though possibly Ellis invited
him over occasionally, or maybe Harris Walker and his new wife, Stacie Emerson.
Apparently her culinary skills were spoken about in hush tones. Strange, but it
felt good to be able to offer something to Wade, even if the idiot did show up
at three in the morning
‘Good,’ he said, at last, covering his
full mouth with the paper towel she’d given him in lieu of the napkins she
didn’t have.
‘Thanks. You think this is good, you
should see me make Pop Tarts.
‘I like Pop Tarts,’ he said.
‘The secret is,’ she leaned across the
table, ‘you’ve got to get the toaster set just right. And then afterwards,’ he
leaned closer with wrapped attention, ‘afterwards I put butter on ‘em and stick
‘em in the microwave until it melts.’
Wade’s eyes were huge and very green
in the kitchen lighting. He looked dead serious, as though she had just given
him her secret for cold fusion. ‘I never thought about melting the butter on
them in the microwave,’ he said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. ‘But I find
that I do like mine so that the little pastry edges are just beginning to get
almost too brown.’
Christ! Were they actually talking
about Pop Tarts? She laughed. ‘I like ‘em almost burnt, but I know that’s a
matter of personal taste. My Dad likes his just barely warm.’
He lowered his head and went back to
shovelling eggs.
She popped the last of her bacon into
her mouth and spoke around it. ‘So tell me, is Fort Flannery as unassailable as
my father assured me, or are we in need of an upgrade?’
He drained his glass of orange juice
and pushed back from the table. ‘Your father did a good job. I didn’t have to
do hardly anything.’
‘He’ll be glad to hear that,’ she
said. ‘Sorry you had to waste your valuable time in the wee hours. I know how
busy you are.’
‘Yes, well, it was on my mind. If
you’ll let me see your Android, I’ll give it a little upgrade too.’
‘Will I be able to watch Russian porn
on it?’ she asked.
‘Japanese and Chinese porn as well, if
you like.’ There was that quirk of a smile that she really would love to eat
right off his face.
‘And I’ll assume you’ve given it a
test-drive.’
To her delight, the smile didn’t
disappear, even though the blush was hot on those chiselled cheeks. ‘I’m my own
best guinea pig.’
‘Wade Crittenden, that borders on too
much information, but in the interest of consumer protection and all, I thank
you.’ The blush grew, but the smile stayed put as she offered him a salute and
went into her bedroom to get the device.
She returned to find that he’d shed
his hoodie and was filling the sink with soapy water, his broad back mantling
the counter like a giant bird of prey. For a second her stomach bottomed at the
sight of Wade Crittenden doing dishes at her sink. She stood, Android crushed
to her chest, feeling flushed and slightly off-balance. His t-shirt was a loose
fit, misshapen and short in the back from too many washings for something that
should have migrated to the rag drawer some time ago, and when he reached
across the sink to add still more soap, the shirt rode up to reveal the slim
line of his back and the muscles where his hips joined his torso just above the
swell of his buttocks. The baggy jeans gave enough of an intimation of that
swelling to leave Carla breathless and hot enough to want to throw off her own
hoodie and splash herself with the soapy water in which he was nearly
elbow-deep.
As though he sensed her watching, he
turned, slopped water down the front of his shirt and onto his jeans and
uttered a surprised curse.
Without thinking she rushed to his
side, dropping the device on the table. ‘You don’t have to do that,’ she
managed, in a breathless gasp. ‘Sometimes I go for weeks without ever washing
so much as a coffee cup.’ She stretched around him, grabbed for a dish towel
and offered it to him instead of patting him dry herself, which was what she
really wanted to do.
He reached for the towel, holding her
gaze. ‘You cook for me, I do the clean-up for you. Fair’s fair.’ His hand slid
into the cloth and around her fingers as he drew it to his chest. His breath
caught, his lips parted as though to speak, and God help her, she couldn’t
resist, she leaned into him on tippy-toe and planted a kiss firmly on his
mouth. She only meant for it to be a friendly peck, a way of saying thanks for
checking up on her and for doing the dishes, but his other hand, covered with
soapy water, swooped in and grabbed the front of her hoodie reeling her to him.
Then he curled his fingers in the tangle of her wild hair and cradled the back
of her head, pulling her still further up on her toes. ‘Oh God,’ he whispered,
his tongue darting deep, his lips, soft and hard and bruising all at the same
time, meeting hers in a clash of wills and a heroic effort to get closer and
deeper. ‘Oh God, Carla, why did you do that,’ he gasped against her mouth.
‘Just being friendly,’ she managed,
before the tongue sparring got serious. He gave the towel a toss and yanked
down the zipper of her hoodie, shoving it off onto the floor, his hands
skimming her breasts in his efforts, thumbs lingering to rake her nipples that
were already painful in their peaking. His jeans might have been loose, but
they were not loose enough to disguise his erection, and he didn’t seem to
care. Both hands slid to cup her bottom and he lifted her, settling her onto the
kitchen table, pushing her legs apart with his knees and moving in between her
thighs as she went to work on his fly.
‘I have lots of friends,’ he breathed.
‘None of them do that to me.’
‘How about this,’ she said biting his
lower lip and sliding her hand down inside his boxers. ‘Do they do this?’
‘No,’ he returned the nip. ‘Never,
none of them.’ For a second he faltered. ‘Carla, I –’
‘Shut up, Wade. I don’t wanna hear
it.’ This time she bit his tongue before she took his hand and guided it down
into her baggy sweat bottoms and into her own boxers.
Meet K.D. Grace
Voted ETO Best
Erotic Author of 2014, and a proud member of The Brit Babes, K D Grace believes
Freud was right. In the end, it really IS all about sex, well sex and love. And
nobody’s happier about that than she is, otherwise, what would she write about?
When she’s not
writing, K D is veg gardening. When she’s not gardening, she’s walking. She
walks her stories, and she’s serious about it. She and her husband have walked
Coast to Coast across England, along with several other long-distance routes.
For her, inspiration is directly proportionate to how quickly she wears out a
pair of walking boots. She also enjoys martial arts, reading, watching the
birds and anything that gets her outdoors.
KD has erotica
published with SourceBooks, Xcite Books, Harper Collins Mischief Books,
Mammoth, Cleis Press, Black Lace, Erotic Review, Ravenous Romance, Sweetmeats
Press and others.
K D’s critically
acclaimed erotic romance novels include The Initiation of
Ms Holly, Fulfilling the
Contract, The Pet Shop and To Rome
with Lust. Her paranormal erotic novel, Body Temperature
and Rising, the first book of her Lakeland Witches trilogy, was
listed as honorable mention onViolet Blue’s Top
12 Sex Books for 2011. Books two and three, Riding the Ether, and Elemental Fire,
are now also available.
K D Grace also
writes hot romance as Grace Marshall. An Executive
Decision, Identity Crisis and The Exhibition are all
available. Interviewing Wade,
a follow up novel to the trilogy, is coming soon.
Find K D Here
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