Tuesday, November 22, 2016

the Billionaire and the Wild Man by Lucy Felthouse & Victoria Blisse @cw1985 @victoriablisse

the Billionaire and the Wild Man
by Lucy Felthouse and Victoria Blisse

Having already turned expectations on their head by having our billionaire be a woman, it seemed Victoria and I were determined to go down a different route with our book. Without having planned it or discussed it at all, we ended up writing two characters which, at the beginning, appear to rub each other up the wrong way. They’re incredibly different from each other—being a billionaire and a wild man and all—in personality as well as lifestyle. Flynn’s pretty laid back, whereas Carrie’s much more uptight. This, naturally, ended up causing friction between the characters. Flynn’s direct, tells things as he sees them, and Carrie doesn’t really appreciate some of his comments… possibly because they’re true and hit a nerve with her. Not quite knowing how to respond, she gets defensive and throws some insults back in his direction. Fortunately, though, he’s got a much thicker skin than she has and takes it on the chin.
See… friction? It’s still fun, even when it’s not the fun kind of friction (that comes later, promise).

Flynn Gifford is enjoying a simple existence in a rural Derbyshire village when Caroline Rogers crashes into his life, barefoot and panicked.
Their lives could hardly be more different—she owns a successful luxury hotel chain, and he’s a penniless nomad who’s off the grid—yet neither can deny the attraction that burns between them. As Caroline reluctantly starts to open up to him, Flynn finds himself divulging some secrets of his own, secrets he thought he’d take to his grave.
But can a billionaire and a wild man ever make a relationship work, or will their secrets keep them apart?

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As I have my back to her, I allow the surprise I feel to show on my face. I had not been expecting that.
“Oh?” I say, trying to sound casual.
“Yeah.” She pauses. “I had a bit of a meltdown at work.”
“Ah. Your boss a bit of an arsehole is he? Or she?” I add, not wanting to sound sexist.
Caroline snorts. “Not exactly. I am the boss.”
Once more, she’s confused me. “So what have you got to be stressed about? Can’t you like, just delegate and stuff?” I stop and turn to face her. I’m dying to know the answer to this one.
Raising one pale eyebrow—she’s a natural blonde, it seems—and putting her hands on her hips, she gives me a look that would turn a lesser man to stone. “Well,” she says, “it’s not quite as simple as that. I own a multi-million pound company, a luxury hotel chain, which I’ve built from the ground up. I’m not going to hand over the reins to someone else so they can fuck it up.”
“So you’re a control freak,” I reply, earning myself a glare. “And you’ve worked yourself into the ground and been forced to take some time out. Who’s looking after things for you now? I assume things haven’t ground to a halt?”
“No,” she insists, coolly, “I’m not a control freak. I just want to make sure my business is run right. Though you’re kinda right about the second bit. I did some things I’m not proud of.” She drops her gaze to her feet. “And as for who’s looking after things now, I don’t know. I’ve been cut off.” She laughs, the sound high and bordering on hysterical. “God, that makes me sound like I’ve got a drug or alcohol problem. Basically, my mother and my doctors have insisted that I take some time out. Completely. No phone calls, no checking in, no emails, no nothing. They’ve assured me that things are okay with the business, and that’s all I know.”
“Wow. The control freak in you must be going crazy.”
“I am not a control freak.” High spots of color appear on her cheeks, and I know I’ve really hit a nerve. I ignore her and carry on talking.
“So your mum and your doctors staged an intervention, eh?”
“Something like that.”
“It must have been bad. So does any of this explain the lack of shoes?”
She aims her annoyed gaze at me once more. Then her face softens, and she looks down at her feet. “Yeah. I suppose it does. I just flipped out at my mum. She’d been to church to polish the brass for some reason, and she came back and kept getting on at me. I shouted at her and swore at her, then kicked off my shoes—I was wearing heels—and climbed over the garden wall and buggered off. Then I ended up here.”
A smirk takes over my face before I can stop it. “So what you’re saying is, you had a childish tantrum and took it out on your mother? And you reckon you’re not a control freak. You don’t like being told what to do and you don’t like being looked after. I’m gonna hazard a guess that you’re single, too.”
“What the fuck has that got to do with it? And who the fuck are you to give me advice? You’re fucking homeless, aren’t you?”
My smirk grows into a beaming smile. “That’s a lot of fucks. And when did I give you advice? I was simply making an observation about your life. Obviously, you didn’t like it. Clearly, I don’t run a multi-million pound posh hotel chain, but you know what? I’m happy, and I’m not stressed. Granted, I could do with a shave and a shower, but no one tells me what to do. It’s not the norm, but it works for me.”
The fire inside Caroline seems to burn itself out. Her body visibly slumps for a second or two, but then she straightens. “Christ, I’ve really fucked up, haven’t I?”
“Were you a sailor in a previous life?”

Author Bios:
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.uk’s 100 Modern Erotic Classics That You’ve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances Café’s Best Ménage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller) and The Persecution of the Wolves. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 150 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at Website, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. You can also subscribe to her monthly Newsletter

Victoria Blisse is a Mother, Wife, Christian, Manchester United Fan and Award Winning Erotica Author and all round Cheeky Wench. She is also the editor of several Bigger Briefs collections, and the co-editor of the fabulous Smut Alfresco, Smut by the Sea (Vol.1), Smut by the Sea (Vol.2), Smut by the Sea (Vol.3), and Smut in the City Anthologies.
She is the mistress of Smut UK putting on Smut Events, Days & Evenings dedicated to erotica, socializing, fun and prizes. Check out Smut Nights, Smut by the Sea: Scarborough, and Smut Manchester for more info.
Born near Manchester, England, her northern English quirkiness shows through in all of her stories along with her own particular brand of humour and romance that bring laughs and warm fuzzies in equal measure.
Passion, love and laughter fill her works, just as they fill her busy life.
You can often find Victoria procrastinating on Facebook, Twitter and Pinterest.

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