(The Mogul Series #1)
Publication date: May 3rd 2015
Genres: New Adult, Romance, Suspense
To the world, I am the Mogul
Alexander Nathan McDonald. Billionaire tech mogul of Globaltech. But to people I care about, I’m just plain Nate. The night when I met sweet wonder woman Diana Prince changed my life. I caught her as she fell off the bar stool and heard her story about being fired from her job for leaking secrets to Globaltech. Now how could I tell her who I really was? To Diana, I was just Nate. It’s now my mission to love and protect my sweet naughty girl.
I’m nobody’s superhero
Despite what mom named me. I’m Diana Prince, nobody’s wonder woman. My life is in shambles after I get fired after being accused of leaking trade secrets to Globaltech. I owe it all to my former boss Garrett ‘stink-breath’ Holliman, CEO of Techworks. My biggest mistake is sleeping with him one night after a night on the town.
A sexy, love story.
This is Nate and Diana’s love story. Powerful and full of suspense and intrigue. Nate, the secret billionaire, unravels the mystery that involves Diana and his powerful tech company.
This is Book One in a five part Mogul Series. Sexual content. 18+
I take the steps to join him on the landing in front of my door as he hands me my purse. “I really do appreciate you going to the trouble to bring it to me at this hour. Come on in, I’ll fix you a cup of coffee.”
Inside my apartment, I show him to the living room and finally begin to feel a little more like myself. “Make yourself comfortable, I’m going to change and then I’ll make us some coffee unless you’d rather have a glass of wine,” I offer as I step into the bathroom.
“Coffee’s fine. Nice album collection.”
“Thanks, it belonged to my father.”
“Oh I’m sorry, how long ago did he die?”
“He’s not dead; he just didn’t want to store them in the garage after they turned his old studio into a sun room.”
“What about your mom?”
“She would’ve gladly gotten rid of them fifteen years ago,” I couldn’t resist teasing.
I put on a night shirt that falls just above my pebble-dimpled knees and cinch my robe over it before starting the coffeepot. When I step into the living room, Etta James starts to sing Sunday kind of love as he grabs me by the hand and pulls me against him.
I decide to oblige him in a dance, intending to bow out gracefully after a few moments but as he holds me in his arms with the music playing in the background, I can feel the stress of the day melting away like it was in the distant past. The smell of coffee fills the air as the song ends and the next thing I know, I’m pressed against the wall of my living room, kissing him passionately.
I can smell the trace of expensive cologne on his collar and feel the wet anticipation building between my legs as he moves his mouth from my lips to my neck. My heart races as he teases me with his tongue from my earlobe to the curve of my shoulder. His warm breath and soft moans against my skin send chills down my spine. He has managed to find my most intensely arousing erogenous zone in less than five minutes and I feel pretty certain at this point that he knows where the rest of them are too.
I push his suit jacket down over his shoulders as he buries his face just above my collar bone. I desperately want to feel him against me and let go of my tension and worry as I feel him overcome me with his body the way he already has with his sexy, resilient charm. I unbutton his shirt as he removes his tie, his breathless kisses stopping only long enough to take off his undershirt.
As I begin to writhe with pleasure, he slides his hand under my nightshirt, pulls my panties aside and slips his nimble fingers between my swollen pussy lips. I moan softly in his ear as my hips shudder in response. He teasingly glides his fingertips against my tingling flesh while he kisses my neck, making me moan uncontrollably.
I’ve always loved writing suspense and romance short stories since I was a teen. I love a little bit of mystery woven in my romances. I like strong characters who love life and live with abandon.
I often write from personal inspiration. Stories I’ve lived. Men I’ve met and loved. So you will find a bit of me in every story.
I live in Chicago and love hanging out at jazz clubs and looking for the best food in hole in the wall restaurants.
I found my hero and hope you find yours!
Live life to the fullest!