Beyond Romance: Think again... #EroticRomance #Tropes #MFRWHooks #MFRWAuthor

Tuesday, February 1, 2022

Think again... #EroticRomance #Tropes #MFRWHooks #MFRWAuthor

Welcome to this week’s edition of the MFRW Book Hooks blog hop. Today I have an exclusive excerpt from my new edition of The Gazilliionaire and the Virgin. This unorthodox contemporary BDSM romance turns all the familiar billionaire tropes on their heads. The super-rich CEO and the inexperienced virgin... if you think you know this story, think again!

Trust can’t be bought – it has to be earned.

She’s the billionaire. He’s the virgin. Still, he knows how to make her melt. One word from Theo, one touch, and Rachel surrenders to bliss. It seems that love and complementary desire may harmonize their differing values, until Rachel’s unwitting violation of Theo’s trust tears them apart.

The Hook

I’ve got to find out where we stand, Theo and I. I’ve got to talk to him.

I swipe my phone and redial.

This time he answers on the first ring.

“Hello.”

His voice is flat, devoid of emotion. He also sounds out of breath, as though he’s been exercising. Who knows, maybe he works out. It doesn’t fit my image of him, but that impressive body must come from somewhere.

“Hi, Theo. It’s me, Rachel.”

Silence. Will he hang up on me?

“Are you still there?” I venture, after what feels like thirty seconds of dead time.

“Um, yes. I’m here.”

“Why didn’t you say something?”

“Honestly? I have no idea what to say.” His voice rises, a sign of impending panic. “I’ve never been in this situation before.”

What is he talking about? “What situation?”

“I mean – I – you – I mean, us…” He strives valiantly to continue.

Light dawns.

“Theo – you mean – I’m your first lover?” I remember his grace, his strength, his confidence as he gave me the ultimate in pleasure. It couldn’t be possible!

“My first fuck. Yeah.” He sounds grim. “Pretty sad, right? Twenty nine and still a virgin.” His bitter laughter makes me flinch. “Hope I didn’t disappoint you.”

“Theo – dear Theo – you know you didn’t. I know this sounds sappy, but it was wonderful.”

“Wonderful? Please. That’s a bit overdone, don’t you think, Dr. Zelinsky?”

“No, I mean it. Special.”

More silence, but somehow less threatening. He’s considering my words, trying to decide whether to believe me.

“Thank you,” he says finally, his voice small. “Is that why you called, to tell me that?”

“Partly,” I reply, letting out the breath I didn’t realize I was holding. “Plus I need to know the bank and account number for Code in the Hood. We scored about one point five million dollars last night.”

“Can’t you find that out via your spies?”

I bristle until I realize he’s teasing me. “Probably. So you might as well tell me.”

“Not over the phone. It could be tapped.” I can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “We’ll have to meet in person.”

My stomach does a giddy somersault. “I’d like that. Are you free tomorrow night? Saturday?”

“I’ll have to check my social calendar.” He’s struggling not to giggle.

“If you do have prior engagements, Dr. Moore, cancel them. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Who do you think you are, giving me orders?” His voice deepens. An electric thrill prickles between my thighs.

“I’m the one with the money. I doubt you could afford the restaurant where I plan to take you.”

“And you think that makes you the boss, Dr. Zelinsky?” Quiet confidence rings in his voice, the settled strength that enchanted me last night. “Think again.”