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First Edition: July 2016
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Hello, my Belles! This is nothing quite like anything I’ve written before. It’s an over-the-top, scorchin’ hot standalone novel that’s going to make your ereaders melt and your panties drip. We’re talking one testosterone-driven, possessive alpha male, who won’t stop for anything to get the woman of his dreams into his bed forever. And one big, sweet love of a woman, who can’t wait. Be prepared for sizzling hot insta-love, a bit of kinky fun, and some yummy food play. Pure delicious, toe-curling smut. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.
Hope you have a pool nearby to jump into and cool off. A cold shower would be good too. Or the O for ocean.
Get ready to laugh, cry, and swoon.
Happy reading!
MWAH!~Nelle
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Dedicated to everyone who’s not afraid to take the first bite
I
studied the spreadsheet on my desk. The numbers for last quarter’s earnings. They sucked. We were operating in the red and facing bankruptcy. If my dick was the line of my P&L chart, it would look like it fell off a cliff. That’s how bad things were. For decades, Donut King had been the number one breakfast stop in the country, but year after year our market share had declined. Numerous locations had shut down. What the hell was wrong with our yummy donuts and coffee? Trust me, they were delicious. Customers loved them. But with little advertising, companies like Starbeans and Coffee Depot had taken over our business. I couldn’t even remember the names of their coffees or breakfast entries, let alone how to pronounce or spell them. A Venti Caramel Macchiato? What the hell was that? And what language were we talking? Had suddenly everyone in America become seasoned sophisticates and taken a Berlitz course? A familiar caustic voice cut into my disturbing thoughts.
“Owen, you’re missing the focus group.”
“Huh?” I looked up from the depressing data and met the steely eyes of our young marketing director, Mallory Clint. While only in her mid twenties, the mousy-haired Harvard MBA looked much older in her navy pinstriped pantsuit and horn-rimmed glasses. The daughter of financier Burton Clint, whose hedge fund was keeping us afloat, she walked around as if she owned me. She thought that her father’s clout entitled her to call me by my first name while everyone else in the company addressed me as Mr. King. It pissed me off, but I had to treat her carefully. What made me even more on edge was that I sensed that she wanted more than a professional relationship with me. Trust me, I had no interest in fucking her. She wasn’t for me. And lately, with business in the toilet, fucking anyone was the last thing on my mind. This was the longest dry spell I’d ever endured. I’m talking years.
“Sir, this is very important. It’s giving us consumer insights.”
I appreciated that she for once called me sir. I demanded and deserved respect. I was, in fact, known to millions from TV commercials as the eponymous “Donut King,” a title I inherited from my late father who started the chain. To be truthful, they should have called me “Your Majesty,” “Your Royal Highness.” or at least, “My Lord.” But at this point, it was moot. Given our latest sales numbers, I was about to fall off my throne.
