And so it begins...
Since the beginning of the new year, I've been hard at work on multiple projects: there's the paranormal romance I've been writing, the next All She Wants book, and now... this!
Introducing Serving Mr. Stevens, a sexy erotic romance novel in five parts. If you like alpha males, rough sex, and domination with your romance, this book will be right up your alley.
Here's a sneak preview:
Working in a coffee shop, you tend to see a
lot of crazy stuff – especially when your store happens to be located on the
ground floor of a sixty-story skyscraper in the heart of New York’s financial
district. I’ve been working here a long time now, and until last week, I
thought I’d seen it all.
But nothing could have prepared me for Him.
The morning Mr. Stevens entered my life
began just like any other. It was a Monday morning, and as usual we were
getting crushed. By 7:30 AM, we had a line of impatient, caffeine-starved
businessmen stretching out to the door. As anyone who’s worked in retail knows,
when things get that crazy, your body goes on auto-pilot. The customers all
start to blur together, and your mind begins to wander of its own accord.
And on this morning in particular, I was
daydreaming about some trashy X-rated movie I’d been watching the night before.
A guilty pleasure, maybe, but these days it was the only action I was getting.
I’d just about worn myself out with my new Rabbit vibrator, and I was still
feeling the aftereffects of a multi-orgasmic night.
So I didn’t notice him at first, amid the
throngs of people. My head was buried over the cash register as he walked up to
the counter. I was scribbling on a coffee cup and thinking about the man from
the movie last night – how he’d thrown the woman against the wall and had his
way with her, rough and dirty, just the way I liked it. My fantasies had been
getting kinkier and kinkier over the past few months, and although I hadn’t
actually had the chance to act them out with a real man yet, I’d managed to
cultivate a very active imagination.
But my daze was broken the instant he
spoke.
“Don’t you make eye contact?” he said, in a
no-nonsense tone that immediately caught my attention. It was more of a command
than a question. Flustered, I jerked my head up from the register.
“I- I’m sorry,” I faltered.
“I- I’m sorry,” I faltered.
Standing before me was a man who looked
like he’d been cut from stone. This may have been my imagination, but I swore
he looked like the guy from my movie last night. He was about six feet tall,
with dark hair, a thin goatee, and disarmingly bright blue eyes. Though he
looked to be maybe thirty-five, he carried himself with the self-assured
confidence of a man twenty years older. Even with that dispassionate scowl on
his face, he was startlingly handsome.
Under different circumstances, I might even
have tried to flirt with him – if I was feeling brave. But it was much too busy
for that, and besides, I didn’t have the courage to try and breach his stern
exterior. This man was all business; you could tell that just by looking at
him. And from the way he was acting, I was clearly wasting his time.
“What can I do for you?” I asked him,
trying to regain my composure. I offered him a weak smile.
Apparently it wasn’t good enough. “What can
you do for me?” he sneered, eyeing me
up and down.
For some reason, I suddenly felt like I was
on trial. I nervously pushed a strand of hair out of my face and stood straight
up, my shoulders squared. I wasn’t sure how to respond to his question, so I
just stayed silent, looking up into that chiseled face and trying hard to
maintain eye contact with him. I get nervous around handsome men in general,
and his surly demeanor sure wasn’t helping anything – not to mention the fact
that I’d just been thinking about rough sex with a man who looked just like
him. As I tried to chase that thought from my mind, the moment seemed to draw
out interminably. I hoped I wasn’t blushing.
Finally, he broke the stalemate and glanced
at my nametag, where I’d written “Candace” in big, looping script. He smirked.
All of a sudden, I felt very self-conscious about the way I’d written my name.
It was immature, stupid – the way a high-school girl would have written it. How embarrassing, I thought to myself.
Here was a man who was obviously used to evaluating the people around him, and
nothing about me was giving him any indication that I was worthy of his
respect.
But my fears may have been unfounded. He didn’t say anything about my nametag, other than to address me by my name when he spoke again. “Candace, is it?” he said, the steel in his eyes suddenly melting into a warm, friendly smile. “That’s a pretty name. And how are you this morning, Candace?”
It was like the previous moment had never
happened. His abrupt change in attitude caught me totally off-guard. “I’m, uh,
I’m good,” I said, and then quickly corrected myself when I saw his eyebrows
begin to rise. “I mean, um, I’m very well. Thank you.” Though still flustered,
I tried to act normal. “And you, sir?”
He smiled again, his eyes crinkling at the
edges. “Splendid,” he said. “It seems you know your manners, at least.” He
placed his hands on the counter and leaned a little towards me,
ever-so-slightly entering my personal space. Part of me wanted to step
backward, but somehow I felt rooted to the spot. I wasn’t scared of him, not
exactly. It was more of a heightened awareness, like all my senses were
intensified. It was a total adrenaline rush – and I had to admit, I kind of
liked it...
There you have it, folks! I'm so excited for this release, and I hope you'll enjoy it as well.
Check out the Amazon page here for more info.
And lastly, please consider leaving a review if you end up reading the book and liking it.
Look for Part 2 of Serving Mr. Stevens in late February!
Thanks so much.
Cheers,
Nathan.
