Get bossy this #valentinesday with Meryn Dexter and @decadentpub

The Boss of Me
(1Night Stand Series)
By Merryn Dexter
Releasing January 27th 2017

Publisher: Decadent Publishing Company, LLC

ISBN: 978-1-68361-142-4

Word Count: 20,700

Cover Art: Fiona Jayde

Blurb

Dear Madame
Evangeline…

Lou Jones loves her job, but she can’t ignore the attraction she feels for her
boss, Daniel Smith. She contacts the 1Night Stand dating service hoping a
little fantasy role play will help her get over her crush.

I want to see you in
my office…

Daniel can’t believe his eyes, or his luck, when a misplaced letter gives him a
shocking insight into the erotic thoughts of his personal assistant. The chance
to satisfy her fantasies and make his own dreams come true is too tempting to
resist.

This is fantasy,
nothing more…

As they explore their every desire, Lou and Daniel find keeping reality at bay
is harder than they thought. Will their 1Night Stand deliver the satisfaction
Madame Eve prides herself upon, or are they just too close for comfort?

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Excerpt

“Bring the file here and place it on my desk.” He settled more
comfortably into his chair, steepled his fingers beneath his chin, and admired
the sway of her lush hips. She placed the file down as instructed then folded
her hands in front of her, eyes still averted. Schooling his need with an iron
control, Daniel waited.
Her chest rose and fell, the slight hitch in her breath pressing
her breasts against the thin silk of her blouse. The tip of her tongue peeked
out, dampening her coral-pink lips, and a bolt of lust drove him from the
chair. Ignoring Lou, he strode to the door and locked it. He doubted there were
many people left in the building at that time of day on a Friday, but he
wouldn’t risk anyone interrupting them.
Pacing back to the center of the room, he stopped to admire the
hourglass lines of her figure. The heels looked even better from the back.
Balancing on their slender points gave extra definition to her calf muscles.
“Do you know why I summoned you, Ms. Jones?”
Her breath seemed to catch in her throat. Her voice barely above a
whisper, she said, “No, Mr. Smith.”
“You will call me Daniel.” The visceral need for her to know who
was about to touch her surprised him. He wanted to hear his name on her lips as
she sighed, moaned, and fell apart at his command. Her head bobbed in
acquiescence, and he spoke again. “I summoned you because you canceled our
appointment this evening.”
She half-turned, seemed to catch herself, and straightened to face
the front again. A thrill of satisfaction curled in his gut. Each little act of
submission from her proved sexy as hell. “Did you do as I requested?” he asked. Her skirt clung to her hips and ass with no hint of a panty line, but he couldn’t be sure.
“Yes,” she murmured.
A bolt of lust rocked him on his heels. He wanted to crawl on his hands and knees and fawn at her feet, but she had been very specific in her email—her fantasy required him to be the boss, to take control and dictate his desires upon her.
“Show me.” The rasp in his voice couldn’t be helped; his body tingled with anticipation. Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt and began to raise it, inch by tantalizing inch. The material cleared the back of her knees, gliding higher to reveal the lacy tops of her thigh-high stockings, the soft expanse of her tanned thighs.
 
 

About the Author

Merryn Dexter is a military spouse who, after a varied employment career (from selling sandals to old ladies with bunions to being a health and safety coordinator for a construction company), is thrilled to be pursuing her dream career as a romance writer. She likes The Winchesters, Spike, Hotch, Loki and watching complicated European Noir. Her hobbies include crying at books, crying at movies, crying at tv serials (there’s a theme!) and believes all stories should have a Happy Ending.  
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Incubus can’t keep his hands off 2 women in #Halloween #menage #shifter by @shilohsaddler

Having an incubus for a boss can present some real challenges. Especially when every night is a party night at the club! But this Halloween, it’s going to be different. Mr. hot and sexy steps out of his box and gets down and dirty on the desk with his employee and her shifter friend. Something tells me it won’t be the only time these three get together….

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Shifting Sensations by Shiloh Saddler

The Halloween bash at the Shifting Sensations nightclub is the paranormal event of the year. Incubus nightclub owner Ruger is on the prowl for two playmates to liven his evening — dare he allow one to be his employee?

 

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The evening roared on autopilot until the shifter pole dancing competition. His mouth dropped open when Daniella climbed up on the stage and straddled that pole between her legs. He ran his fingers through his hair, eyes glued to her as she twirled and rocked showing off all her curves. Spinning up the pole she turned upside down her mane of blonde hair flowing. She was making love to that pole and he was jealous. Her dress rode up her thighs leaving little to the imagination. Underneath her dress she wore a G-string.

As the judge of the shifter pole dancing contest Daniella would win hands down. A wickedly fun idea crossed his mind. He hadn’t publicized what the prize would be. When the crowd roared at the end of her dance he no longer worried about being accused of favoritism. The whole club agreed that Daniella had won.

Breathing hard, her chest heaved as she left the stage. Hurrying up the steps, he almost grabbed her as he passed. There was no need for her to walk all the way down and then come up again. Though, he didn’t want to make a scene in front of everyone.  He was a very private man.

“Let’s give all the lovely ladies who danced for us a Halloween howl.” He cupped his hands around his mouth and howled along with all the patrons. “This year’s dance winner is not a werewolf.” This elicited some boos as he knew it would. “Daniella Stapleton, please come up the stage and take a bow.”

Daniella’s eyes widened and she placed a hand on her chest. “I won?”

“Yes.” He waved for her to come back up on stage.

She hurried to claim the spotlight, grinning. “I will award Miss Stapleton her prize privately as I accidentally left it in my office.” Some of the audience booed but he cared less. “Please give our winner another round of applause.” They clapped, cheered, and howled again. “Now that concludes tonight’s special entertainment. The Halloween party will continue till closing so please enjoy yourselves.”

Taking Daniella’s arm he escorted her off the stage. “I think that was the best performance we’ve ever had at the nightclub.”

She blushed. “Thank you.”

He led her to his office, unspelled the door, and allowed her to enter first. After she had seated herself in the large black office chair, he peeked his head out of the door and called for Aubrey.

Tonight could either go terribly wrong or terribly right.

 

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Will she become the #vampire’s consort? #halloween @HaleyWhitehall Sexy to go!

Vampires have a curious history that varies from country to country. In the United States, I’ve read many stories whey they’ve appeared in the Old West. There’s something romantic about vampires and carriages, old fashioned sitting rooms, brocade drapes and smoking jackets. They just seem to fit right in! In Haley’s story, a vampire is the last chance to save a woman who’s dying – if she’ll agree to become his consort!

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Vampire Consort by Haley Whitehall

Mary only has months to live. Her doctor gives her an option: prepare her funeral or agree to an arranged marriage with his vampire son.

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“Kneel down my dear,” the vampire in charge ordered.

Heart thumping wildly, she did so and for the first time noticed the cold heat radiating from Logan. She struggled to remain kneeling upright occasionally supporting herself with one hand on the carpet.

The officiant took the silk rope off from around his neck and silently bound her right wrist and his left wrist so that they were tied together.

“Do you Paul Vincent Briar take this woman Mary Louise Mosley to be your consort from this day forward? Do you promise to honor and cherish her and offer your life blood for her substance?”

“I do.”

Logan’s gentle voice surprised her. He acted like he was nervous.

“Do you Mary Louise Mosley take this vampire Logan Vincent Briar to be your mate from this day forward? Do you promise to honor and cherish him and offer your life blood for his sustenance?”

She swallowed around the lump in her throat. Life blood. “I do.”

“Please exchange blood in front of all these gathered witnesses to seal your union from now until eternity.”

Mary’s eyes widened and she stared up at the nameless vampire in charge. Logan was going to suck her blood now?

 

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Take a trip to Regency England with a naughty painting via Sexy to Go #halloween #demon #incubus

Dorian Grey wasn’t a particularly likable literary character, but he is famous for his portrait that never aged. I mixed the idea of a portrait with a more upbeat story about a woman who’s seduced by a painting and a very sexy demon Earl. Oh the social disgrace of it all! Here’s more about it:

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The Portrait of Dorian Clements by Eva Lefoy

In Regency England, a rich widow has her portrait painted by a strange traveling artist, not knowing he’s the minion of the demon intent on seducing her. The painting at first seems perfectly normal, but then begins to change, depicting myriad graphic sexual scenes, displaying to her horror the widow’s innermost desires…

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Doran followed the arc of her maid’s shaking pointed finger to just above the fireplace. At first, she noted nothing extraordinary. The heavy wood picture frame seemed normal as did the bottom edge of the painting but as her gaze traveled upward….

“Oh my God!” The spoon slipped from her limp fingers, spilling hot soup down her ample, ebony bosom.  But the searing hot pain paled in comparison to the bolt of shock and astonishment rippling through her from head to toe. Vibrating with surprise and horror, she shot up from her seat. Her mouth opened and closed as she struggled to speak, to breathe, even to form a coherent thought. The painting had changed.

The quiet setting of the breakfast room had given way to the boudoir. Dorian’s demure décolletage replaced by a heaving bosom as the Earl of Somerset bent her backwards over his arm, drawing her into his embrace. But that wasn’t all. With his lips pressed to her breast and his breeches open, his one hand cupped her quim while his whore pipe tented his short drawers, seemingly so eager to finish what he’d started it might just pierce her through her petticoats. Imagining the public viewing the scene had her nearly faint. Instead, Dorian’s hand clutched her racing heart and she screamed.

 

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