L’Amour, a new sizzling STANDALONE
that’s guaranteed to make your panties melt!
King sets eyes on her, she’s in a focus group, biting into a cream-filled donut
and having the most orgasmic reaction he’s ever seen. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” she
cries out. He’s instantly obsessed.
Olive Cumming, has just lost her waitressing job and can’t pay her rent. But
when the CEO of Donut King steps out from behind the one-way mirror and hires
the curvy respondent to be his assistant, things are about to change. Big time.
has never been a reality for jaded, overworked Owen. And for sweet overweight
Olive, love has never been within her reach. But when fate steps in, the king
finds his unexpected princess, not knowing that someone is waiting in the
shadows to keep them apart.
WARNING: Be prepared for over-the-top insta-love, a bit of kinky fun,
and some yummy food play. This sugar-coated full-length novel is just waiting
for you to take a bite.
This is a book about donuts. And sex. Lots of donuts and lots of sex! You have to go into this with a sense of humor, and if you like sex scenes, this is probably the book for you!
Owen King is the owner of Donut King donuts, his franchise is in the red, so his extremely awful marketing director runs a focus group. In it, a rather curvy woman named Olive pretty much has an orgasm when she takes a bite of one of his donuts. He pretty much has one when he takes a look at her. He decides to pull her into his office, hire her as his assistant, and takes her right there on the couch.
Say what!? This is supposed to be insta-love folks, and he pretty much decides right there and then that he wants her for life. Olive has all sorts of troubles, she’s jobless, and homeless, but Owen swoops in and rescues her. They have lots and lots of sex. And there are lots of donuts. Add a crazy nemesis who will do anything to get her hooks into Owen and says some of the meanest stuff ever, (That would get her fired in most places) It’s a crazy tale. Did I mention the sex?
3 and a half Sticky Sweet Stars
focus behind my closed door. Thanks to the focus group, I had a shitload of
emails to answer and problems to solve, ranging from what we should name our
new caramel custard donut to deciding whether we should shut down our New Haven
think about was her. My beautiful princess, Olive Cumming.
Oh, how I loved saying her name out loud. It took my breath away and made my
cock stand at full attention.
met a woman like her before. Most of them were wafer-thin models and starlets
who viewed my donuts like vermin. I was a big man with an even bigger appetite,
but somehow these women, no matter how gorgeous or glamorous they were, never
sated it. They wanted my money more than they wanted me.
Olive…she was different. She reminded me of my late mother—a big, beautiful
woman, who had an insatiable appetite for life. And she was so wholesome, pure,
and sweet. An innocent virgin. I was still shocked by her confession. Rather
than turning me off, it turned me on. She was mine. Only mine. I’d heard about
falling in love at first sight, but thought it was some bullshit myth. But it
had happened to me. Untrusting, jaded Owen King, The Donut King. I was the
first man to deflower her and now I owned her. And was going to protect her to
the day I died. My princess just didn’t know it yet.
blankly at my computer screen, I thought about summoning her to my office and
fucking her over my desk. My cock strained against my pants at the thought of
her delicious ass in the air. But she had her work cut out for her and I vowed
to keep the door that separated us closed. Instead, I began to fantasize what
she looked like with her clothes off. Mentally, I undressed her, piece by
piece, and began to imagine her butt-naked in my mind’s eye. Her luscious
curves, those big fucking tits, her shapely legs all tied together by her
creamy alabaster skin. Closing my eyes, I imagined licking her everywhere, the
sound of her sweet moans filling my ears. I thought more about her ample
breasts, envisioning them as two mounds of soft dough I could knead in my
hands. And at the thought of her nipples, my balls tightened with want. There
was no doubt in my mind they were pink donut-shaped buds puckered with
sprinkles that would harden beneath my touch and make me lust after her. I
yearned to twirl them, tweak them, suck them, and lick them. Imagining this
scenario, I cupped my hand over my hard, hungry cock, buried under my trousers,
and began to jerk off. Stroking myself, I leaned back in my desk chair and
reveled in the sensation.
eyes open, I immediately straightened up. Olive! I thought my cock would have a
beauty. My princess. My love.
together a file with the information you need.”
darted to the thick folder in her hand.
don’t mind me saying, I think ZAP! is the perfect advertising agency.”
the founder and CEO, Jaime Zander, is on the cutting edge. He totally
transformed his wife’s company, Gloria’s Secret, into a global force.”
love that store. I wish I could shop there, but I can’t afford it.”
else do you think ZAP! would be right for us?”
based on what I read, Mr. Zander works quickly and efficiently and always stays
only was she sexy as hell, but she could also think. Digest information,
something none of my previous assistants could do as the only thing they wanted
to digest was my cum.
Olive. Just put the folder on my desk.”
stayed on her as she did as I asked. Holy shit. Those delectable tits, so alive
with their bounce, as she strutted my way. Her days of not affording Gloria’s
Secret were over. I was going to order sexy lace bras in every color—along with
matching panties—and make them part of her job uniform.
else, sir?” she asked as she set the folder down.
over and spread your legs. And let me fuck you over my desk.
hell was wrong with me? My hormones burned through me.
Prince Charming-ish husband, twin college-bound princesses, and a bevy of royal
pain-in-the-butt pets. A former executive in the entertainment industry with
a prestigious Humanitas Prize for promoting human dignity and freedom to my
credit, I gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago, but I still
enjoy playing with toys with my
hubby. While I write in my PJs, I love to get dressed up and pretend I’m
Hollywood royalty. My steamy stories feature characters that will make you
laugh, cry, and swoon and stay in your heart forever. They’re often inspired by
my past life.
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