When he hired his new, sexy bartender, Vince hoped to turn his bar around. Little did he know she was about to turn his life upside down.
Vincent Milo needed something. His bar in the trendy Soulard area of St. Louis was failing and his love life was even worse. That something turned out to be Josephine Dunes, a.k.a Joe. The petite, spitfire blonde not only heated up the bar business, but Vincent’s imagination as well. Despite her friendly smile and quick wit with the customers, Joe kept her secrets close to her heart, and only a determined man could break through her defenses. Luckily, Vincent possessed not only a strong determination, but a strong heart.
Reader Advisory: This book contains scenes of M/F, M/F/M and random acts of joyous BDSM including bondage, spanking and forced but consensual nudity.
Publisher's Note: It has been expanded, re-edited and was previously published at Totally Bound Publishing by the author under a different pen-name.
General Release Date: 9th February 2016
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½ shot coffee liqueur
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Vincent ran his hand through his brown hair and sighed. He had been sitting at his desk for two hours, trying to balance the books, but no matter how many times he crunched the numbers, they kept coming up short. What he needed to save Hot Shots was nothing short of a damn miracle. Flexing his broad shoulders, Vincent decided he could use another cup of coffee.
Pushing open his office door, he entered his bar. At ten in the morning, the place was closed for business, but he still felt a rush a pride as he glanced around the establishment. He’d purchased Hot Shots in the historic Soulard area of St. Louis ten years ago in an act of desperation. Despite his high-paying position as the head accountant at a large St. Louis-based company, the stress of corporate life had been slowly killing him. At the age of thirty-four, he had been diagnosed with high blood pressure and suffered an ulcer. Six months after the diagnosis, he’d quit his job and invested a good chunk of his savings in this bar. Up until recently, he’d been turning an easy profit, but since the recession, fewer and fewer patrons frequented the once-popular nightspot. At least his bar was still open. Many area businesses had been forced to close their doors.
He poured himself another cup of strong coffee and heard a knocking on the front door.
Turning quickly around, he almost choked on the hot liquid. Standing just outside was perhaps the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was a petite thing, couldn’t be more than five foot two, he estimated. Short, white-blonde hair tipped with electric-blue highlights framed her pixie face. He could easily tell that her small breasts rested free of undergarments beneath a light pink T-shirt. Grinning, he set down his coffee mug and walked to the door.
“Can I help you?” he asked.
“You need help?” she quickly countered.
For a moment, Vincent thought the girl was nuts. What was she talking about? Apparently, his thoughts must have shown on his face because she pointed to the sign in the window.
“A bartender?” she continued. “Your sign says you need a bartender.”
“Oh,” Vincent said, remembering he’d placed the Help Wanted sign only that morning. Last night, his bartender had casually announced she was pregnant and would no longer work in such a raunchy establishment as Hot Shots. So maybe the bar was a bit dusty and the furnishings old, but to call it raunchy was simply an insult. Vincent preferred to think of the stained wood floors, the names carved into the tables and the fading paint on the walls as character.
“Y-yeah,” he stammered, hoping desperately he didn’t sound as stupid as he felt. “I just put the sign out there. Won’t you come in?”
“Thanks. So, what do you need to know about me?” she asked.
What do you look like naked? Vincent shook his head slightly, trying to rid himself of that rude, but legitimate, question.
“Why don’t you have a seat and we’ll chat. Would you like some coffee?” He indicated a tall table.
“Yes, please. Black.”
Vincent nodded, walked behind the bar and poured a second mug full of the steaming liquid.
“You sure? I make it pretty strong,” he warned.
She turned deep-green eyes to him and, without blinking, said, “I like it strong.”
Vincent damn near swallowed his own tongue.
Okay, don’t blow this, he thought. You need a bartender, not a quick roll in the hay. Think with the big head on top.
Forcing himself to look at her eyes, not her boobs, he walked back to the table and set the mug down in front of her.
“Let’s start with the basics. I’m Vincent Milo, owner of Hot Shots,” he began and held out his hand.
Word Count: 30,581
Book Length: SHORT NOVEL
Genres: BONDAGE AND BDSM
MÉNAGE AND MULTIPLE PARTNERS
I've wanted to be a published writer all my life but have not had the courage, until recently, to actually submit my writings anywhere. I was raised in a very conservative, Catholic family in a very conservative Mid-Western small town (St. Louis is the closest city!). I've always been a bit of a rebel—wanting to forge my own path, state my own opinions. Erotic romances give me an outlet for both.
I also enjoyed writing poetry, but I am finding even more fulfilment in writing erotic stories. What else do I love to do? Cook, eat chocolate, drink wine or Jameson, listen to Celtic music, spend time with my amazing sons and sexy as hell husband, and entertain friends.
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