Only One Man Will Do
by Fiona McGier

I like romances that have bikers and other tough, independent people because I like to imagine that when they fall in love, they fall just as hard as any of the rest of us…even more so because they never expect to lost control over themselves like that. But I also like to turn expectations on their head, twist them around, and play with the results. So in my latest book, Only One Man Will Do, that’s just what I do: the biker isn’t a big, tattooed, bearded man. The biker is a red-haired woman with spectacular cleavage to go with her black leather and tattoos. This book is the sequel to For The Love Of His Life, which was set up in Grand Marais, Minnesota, a tiny slice of heaven that I dream about when we can’t get up there to go camping. You don’t have to have read the first book since they are both stand-alone romances.

But in the first book, a red-haired biker queen threatens the hero Raul, a famous action movie star fighting his own demons that include addiction. When he realizes what’s important in life, a friend of his who happens to be an ex-KGB agent, decides that his wedding present to Raul will be sending his cousin to warn the drug dealers to never contact him again, and to locate the fierce red-haired biker queen to warn her to stay away from him also. The cousin, Dmitri, easily “convinces” the drug dealers, but the biker queen is a whole other challenge for him. For one thing, she’s got red hair and long legs, which have always spelled “trouble” for him. For another, she’s a highly successful businesswoman who relaxes with her Harley and her “gang” on weekends. Is she tough? You betcha! But is Dmitri “up” to the challenge? Read on…

Blurb:
Tough-as-nails businesswoman by day, Alexandra is a biker queen by night. When a large Russian man inserts himself into her life, she follows her instincts to some explosive sex. But he’s not willing to share her with her gang, and she’s not willing to give up other men. When two of her bikers are killed, Dmitri is the main suspect. How far is he willing to go to keep her to himself? And has she really fallen in love for the first time ever…with a murderer?

Excerpt:
After spending a weekend together, Alexandra made it clear to Dmitri that she will only see him on weekends, when she can be her “biker-queen” self. During the week she’s too busy being a businesswoman running the marketing firm founded by her father. Dmitri takes a job as a bouncer in the biker bar she took him into, so he can stay in town for a while, since he’s intrigued by her.
Dmitri didn’t hear his phone ringing over the noise of the jukebox and the yelling of the patrons, but he felt it vibrating in his pocket. He looked closely at it and saw it was after eleven, and that the fiery redhead was calling him. He smiled as he answered.
“Yeah?”
“Hello, Dmitri,” she purred. “Miss me?”
“I’m hard already just hearing your voice…so yeah.”
“And I’ve got my fingers in my pussy because I’m…hey! Why do I hear so much noise? Are you partying without me?”
“No, I…”
“Bullshit! I hear music and yelling and stuff. Where the hell are you?”
“I’m working.”
“Where?”
“That bar you took me to on Saturday? I stopped here for a drink yesterday and they needed a weeknight bouncer. I got hired on the spot. Tonight’s the billiards contest. Last night was darts. Tomorrow night’s the wet tee-shirt contest with karaoke.”
“Wet tee-shirt, huh? Think I could win?”
“Honey, if you put on a white tee shirt with no bra, I’d be fired for punching out all of the men who grabbed at your tits…or I’d be fired for fucking you on the pool table.”
Alexandra was silent for so long that Dmitri asked, “You still there?”
He heard her moan and smiled.
“You just made yourself come, didn’t you?”
“No, you made me come. I’m tempted to head down there right now in a white tee-shirt just to see what happens.”
“Don’t. So why’d you call? I thought we were gonna stick to weekends only.”
“Yeah, I know I told you that’s my rule. I don’t combine my biker-self with my businesswoman-self, but I can’t stop thinking about you. My pussy has finally stopped aching from the pounding you gave me, but now I want some more.”
Some guys walked in and Dmitri had to say, “Wait a minute, honey,” while he collected their money and stamped the backs of their hands. Once he had put the money into the lockbox he asked, “So what do you want from me?”
“Come over tonight.”
“I’m not done until after one.”
“I don’t care. I’ll wait up.”
“Does that make this a booty call?”
“Yeah, but I’m the one who’s calling, so you’re the one supplying the booty.”
“Whatever you say, babe.”
“So are you coming or not?”
“Not yet, but I will be as soon as I can get there.”
“I’d leave the door open but I know I don’t have to. You just let yourself in and I’ll be waiting for you.”
“Keep it juicy until I get there.”
“Bastard! I will.”
He hung up and smiled at the phone.
How the hell am I going to convince such a horny woman that the only man she needs is me?

Copyright 2013, Fiona McGier

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The first page of my website is my blog. What else is there? You can: check out my other contemporary erotic romance books, get the link to an entire free novel you can download from Smashwords, read a free smutty short story, and get some great pie recipes from the pie page. The heroine in For The Love Of His Life bakes pies all through the book. I’ve put up most of the recipes my family loves, so your family can learn to love them also. Nothing says, “I care about you,” more than, “I baked you a pie!” That is, unless you’re a biker queen who only uses the kitchen for the fridge to keep her beer cold…

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