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BLOG TOUR – Ready For His Rule by Angel Payne @AngelPayneWrtr Captain Jo… https://ift.tt/2YKbThj

BLOG TOUR – Ready For His Rule by Angel Payne @AngelPayneWrtr Captain John Franzen. Inside the lines… It's the definition of life for Tracy Rhodes and she has no choice about that. Lines–lots of them–are what happens when one is sworn in as second-in-command of the free world. But the lines are crushed beneath the boots of Captain John Franzen assigned as a special advisor to her security team for a high-profile event in Vegas. The towering warrior with the haunted stare shatters her composure invades her libido and makes her yearn for things she shouldn't. Sweaty illicit things…with her body pinned beneath his… Outside the boundaries… John Franzen six and a half feet of rigid composure on the outside is a lost man on the inside. Why the hell is he even alive? A guy isn't supposed to survive eleven years in Special Forces especially after the crazy missions he's been assigned. Accepting the security gig in Vegas is just a favor to a friend–a way to fill time that's become too damn empty lately. Until the cushy "babysitting job" becomes the most treacherous mission of his life–and the politician he's protecting becomes the woman in his bed. The lover beneath his bonds… The submissive he longs to claim forever. Breaking all the rules… She's destined for marble halls and an oval office. He's wired for dirt and violence. Will her passion be enough to tame his demons…to claim the ultimate wild boy as her own? AMAZON UShttp://amzn.to/2ndKY9i AMAZON UK I iBOOKS I NOOK I KOBO He pulled back watching his hand curl on itself in midair. He thought of all the damage that fist had done to so many shitheads and losers over the years but was now a symbol of utter helplessnessinches from a person he was aching to help. Fate was getting in all its best taunts today. His spirit hadnt agonized this much even when the news about Nichols had come out. And the pain in this stall is about youhow? Easy answer. It wasnt. But no way in hell was he leaving her in here all but drowning herself in several senses of the word. If she ordered him all the way out of the shower then hed abideand simply sit on the tile outside. One puddle for another; no difference to him physicallybut he would stay here for her whether she asked for it or not. Even if it fucking killed him. For now he chose to simply settle back on his haunches. Nearly as an afterthought reached and cranked the spray off. In the eerie silence after Tracy joined her quiet sniffs to the heavy drops of the draining water. John re-balled both his hands hating even the inches between them. To not even touch her let alone resist the baser need to clutch her close Fuck. Waterboarding had nothing on this shit. And the worst part hadnt even sunk in. Shes just following your lead asshole. That was the worst part. In protecting her from his secret side hed been locked out of her secrets too. In shielding her from his darkness shed made sure he stayed right therein the dark. Away from the ability to even give her some light Moron. You. Same sentence Keoni John Franzen. Finally she snuffled with more determination. Jerked up her head a little long enough to slide him a furtive side-eye but nothing more. She pulled her hand all the way back in tucking it beneath her chin as she settled her head against the wall again. I want to talk to Craig. A brutal exhalation left him. His throat tightened. His chest compressed. Hell nothing was comfortable. Nor was it meant to be. I know you do he murmured. Imscared. Screw uncomfortable. Everything was agonyespecially when she wouldnt even let him do anything about it. No. When hed pushed her away out in the bedroom letting her walk away with the impression that he wouldnt do anything. I know you are. At least he had words. Paltry proxies but theyd have to suffice somehow. I have no idea what to do. But you dont have to figure it out alone kuuipo. Her face contorted again though not with impending tears. Her eyes flared with irritation. Dont call me that. He barely repressed a grin. Youre gorgeous when youre all hissy kitten. Yeah? Well I have Tigress claws remember? Fine fine. He held up both hands. Maybe you just want maam again? And maybe you just want me to hunt down a flattening iron. His chuckle was impossible to tame. Her glower went from simmering to smoky. He had no idea there were so many nuances of gray. In her eyes they were all fascinating. Maybe you can just close your eyes and pretend Im Craig. The offer was sincerehe was up for any creative solution herebut her laughter high and biting was nowhere near a vote of approval. Thats so not going to happen. He frowned. Why not? Because Id know the difference. How? John. Her laugh mellowed to a watery eye roll. He suddenly knew how Luke must feel when a test wasnt studied for. Id know the difference between you and any other man. And just like that no more feeling like her teen kid. Feeling everything like the jerk whod probably made the biggest mistake of his life with her earlier and would spend the rest of his mortal days cussing himself out for it. Fuck. Might as well start now. Kuuipo. Her tigress side flared in a swift snarl. What didnt you understand about not calling me that? And what dont you understand that Im only here to help? The backlash his higher ground pick of a reply was still better than choice two: smashing one hell of a kiss on her feisty lips. It slipped. So skewer me. Her regard softened. Its okay. Justbe careful. Now he was the one clinging to his scowl. You dont even know what it means. I can guess by your tone. And thats a bad thing? When your voice alone makes me want to come over there and maul you? Yeah. She glanced again letting her stare linger longerto his intense pleasure. More intense than he wanted to admit but couldnt deny. Not when the heat from his skin met the wetness of his clothes and created a new experience for him. Steam Bathin SenSurround. Tracy. He heeded her requestthe tone was new; perhaps the first time hed ever used it outside a bondage dungeon beforethough its replacement was just as merciless. Perhaps more so. He issued her name as a declarationa command. Nothing hed ever use on his battalion members because this asked for a different kind of obedience. No. Demanded it. What? Shed dropped her head but lifted it again. Her eyes had turned huge as a pair of London moons. Do youwantto maul me? For the first time since hed crawled in here her body loosened. She opened up a little still staring with the moon in her eyesonly now joined by the comets in her energy. Untamed rogue cometsall aimed his direction. Want isnt the word Id use. Flames licked the edges of her voiceand now the length of his cock. Fuck how this woman got to him. How her spirit and sass challenged him. How her desire affected him Tracy. He didnt hesitate about wielding the dungeon command now. Doubly deep three times as severe. Wh-what? Oh yeah. He also liked it when her defiance wobbled a little. What would it be like to make it shake a lot? Get over here and maul me. USA Today bestselling romance author Angel Payne has been reading and writing her entire life though her love for romances began in junior high when writing with friends on "swap stories" they'd trade between classes. Needless to say those stories involved lots of angst groping drama and gooey kissing. She began getting a paycheck for her writing in her twenties writing record reviews for a Beverly Hills-based dance music magazine. Some years various entertainment industry gigs and a number of years in the hospitality industry later Angel returned to the thing she loves the most: creating character-based romantic fiction. Along the way she also graduated with two degrees from Chapman University in Southern California taking departmental honors for English before writing five historical romances for Kensington and Bantam/Doubleday/Dell. Angel found a true home in writing contemporary-based romances that feature high heat and high concepts focusing on memorable alpha men and the women who tame them. She has numerous book series to her credit including the Kinky Truth series the Secrets of Stone series (with Victoria Blue) the W.I.L.D. Boys of Special Forces series and the acclaimed Cimarron series. Temptation Court a new series being launched through the Dark Nights Discovery project debuts in 2016. Angel still lives in Southern California where she is married to her soul mate and lives on a street that looks like Brigadoon with their awesome daughter and Lady Claire the dog with impeccable manners. When not writing she enjoys reading pop culture alt rock cute shoes enjoying the outdoors and being a gym rat. FACEBOOK I TWITTER I WEBSITE I NEWSLETTER Blog Tour

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yaoimila · 8 years ago

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Race horse groom Geoff didn’t meet Zip-Dash’s billionaire owner Zach until the day they won the Derby. The gorgeous tech mogul’s vivid blue eyes couldn’t stay off Geoff, and the second they’re alone his hands have the same problem.

Geoff rebuffs him so gently that Zach’s confused. He senses his desires are reciprocated, but something holds Geoff back. Unwilling to give up, he offers him a promotion to become his personal valet. To his surprise the burly stable worker accepts.

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Geoff watched the billionaire who owned his race horse approach the winner’s circle. With his tuxedo, elegantly styled black hair, and cat-who-ate-the-canary smile he was pretty much what Geoff expected. Well, not exactly. Why was he so young? He had to be in his late 30s the same as Geoff. He was actually good-looking too, with dark hair and grey eyes so bright they veered toward looking like novelty contacts.

Geoff handed him Zip-Dash’s reins and moved to get out of the picture a photographer was waiting to take. The billionaire—what was his name? Jack? No, something hipper. Zach. Zach grabbed his large shoulder before he could make his escape.

“Hey, great work with him,” Zach said, shining artificially white teeth in a smile.

“Thank you, sir.” He said what he felt was expected, without embellishing. Sure, he could have mentioned it was a miracle Zip-Dash won the Derby when he was overcoming a sprain from the week prior, but guys like Zach didn’t give a shit about Geoff’s world. The fact that he was meeting the horse’s owner for the first time after being his groom for three years was proof of that.

Zach kept his hand on his shoulder for longer than what was appropriate. His fist gave Geoff’s shoulder three quick squeezes. An impressed look flitted across the young billionaire’s face.

“Oo, musclely.” He met Geoff’s eyes with a devious brow. “Rawr!”

Geoff gave a stilted laugh and pulled himself away from the shorter man. Once out of the circle flashbulbs popped as Zach posed with his horse and trophy.

Geoff realized his heart was racing. What the fuck was that? Did Zach know he was gay and was teasing him? Or was he just hit on?

No. No way. Guys like Zach were neck deep in bimbos twenty-four-seven. He didn’t strike Geoff as gay, just cocky and smug. He was probably just paying a compliment to his muscular physique by way of a harmless jibe.

Whatever. Geoff crossed his arms. Get your pictures, fawn over your trophy, and let me get Zip-Dash in his trailer. The poor boy probably needed a rub-down after how the jockey drove him. It was the Derby, and to be expected, but he was the one who had to pick up the pieces.

When the last flashbulb popped Geoff returned to claim the horse from Zach. To his surprise, the spry billionaire focused on him.

“So where’s he headed now?”

“Oh, uh, I need to get him into his trailer and take him back to the stable.”

“Nice!” Zach’s exuberant face had a bit of a cult-leader quality. “Can I tag along? I’d love to see where he lives.”

Geoff grunted. “This is just a holding stable. Zip-Dash lives in the farm in Connecticut.” Which you’d know if you actually gave a damn.

“Oh, right. But I still want to have a look. Do you mind?

Geoff felt his left eye twitching. “That’d be fine, but you’ll need to take a look around on your own. I have to get him out of his gear, give him a rub down, get him his supplements …”

Zach’s hand was on him again, this time rubbing the side of his arm. “Yeah, you do a great job with him. That’s how he was able to pull off this big win. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Warm tingles went through his flesh where Zach was caressing him. What the fuck? Could this guy legitimately be hitting on him? Nah—he was probably just eccentric.

Someone came to congratulate Zach, giving Geoff a chance to walk Zip-Dash to the trailer lot on the far side of the track. Cameras followed him until he was around the loop, then finally, he was away from the roaring crowds. Zip-Dash entered the trailer obediently, as he always did. He hooked his harness to bay inside and climbed back out. The screeching wheels of a car caught his attention.

The Ashton Martin convertible had to belong to one of the owners. Geoff’s brow furrowed when he saw Zach smiling at him past the dashboard. He pulled up beside his truck.

“Trying to ditch me, huh?” Zach said, with his bright white smile steadfast.

Geoff felt a thump in his stomach. Shit! No matter how much disdain he had for these spoiled rich fucks he had to keep in line. He could have him fired with a wave of his hand.

“No, sir. I was—”

“Call me Zach. Zach Hamilton.” He extended a hand clad in an ostentatious driving glove.

He took his hand and shook. “Geoff Stancion.”

“What a grip! You’re like a he-man or something.”

“Uh…”

“So how far’s the stable?”

Geoff took a breath to settle his nerves. “Ten minutes. Twenty if we don’t beat the traffic out of here.”

“Well let’s go them.” Zach revved his engine. There was a glimmer in his bright eyes that made Geoff pause.

“Right. You’ll follow?”

He realized Zach’s focus had drifted to the six-pack of abs protruding from his tight uniform. “You got it.”

Geoff made himself walk fast to the driver’s seat. The ride gave him a chance to think again, and where his mind went to pissed him off. This guy was an over-entitled prick. If he was hitting on him it was probably because he figured he’d get a nice blow-job from a gay guy. The Zach Hamilton’s of the world were used to walking all over his kind. His politics were probably the usual, ‘fuck social programs so I can get a tax break’ bullshit. It made him bristle in his seat to think of it.

For three years he’d treated Zach’s horse better than a lot of parents treat their kids. Not once did he ever see the guy whose signature stamp was on his pay checks. How’d he even get so rich at that age? Probably the new generation of old money.

Geoff had a job to do, one he took seriously. He wasn’t any rich boy’s plaything.

The stable was filled with other Derby competitors. Geoff struggled to park with enough room to get Zip-Dash off the trailer. Zach parked in the visitor parking, which surprised Geoff. He figured he wouldn’t care if his car took up a space another groom needed.

By the time he got Zip-Dash out of the trailer the smiling man was beside him again.

“Nice place. Very green.”

Geoff led Zip-Dash toward the corrals. “Go ahead and look around. There’s so many people here I doubt anyone will notice you.”

“I’ll stick with you.”

Oh for fuck’s sake.

He got to stall 16 and saw it filled with someone else’s horse. “Damn it. I reserved this stall.”

Zach tsked. “How inconsiderate.”

He continued down and around the stable. A tenant stall was open, but filled with six inches of manure. There was nothing else free.

Geoff groaned and tied Zip-Dash to a rail. “I have to muck this. You probably just want to get out of here. I’m sure the stink isn’t what you’re used to.”

“Are you kidding? This is like a grown-up field trip.”

Geoff ignored him and grabbed a wheelbarrow with a shovel.

“I’ll go have a look around.”

He put his first shovel-full in the barrow. “You do that.”

With the pest gone, Geoff focused on his work. It’s not that he minded hard work, but this wasn’t his job. The Derby was always a clusterfuck, and his only assistant had been deported.

Ten minutes into it he took off his shirt. There was more manure layered below the fresh stuff. It made him sick to think someone had a horse in there. Tenants were usually responsible for mucking their own stalls and naturally didn’t. Why have an animal as magnificent as a horse if you weren’t going to take care of it?

After half an hour of clearing the dirt floor, he felt someone was watching him. He glanced back to see Zach absorbing his sweat-sheened muscular back with glistening eyes. The billionaire wasn’t smiling now. His lips were parted and his beautifully sculpted face was flushed.

Geoff dumped his last shovel-full into the barrow. “You had a look around?”

“Yeah. The view’s much better here, though.”

Geoff’s brows pulled in. “I don’t know how to take you.”

He smiled and slunk his warm body against Geoff’s bare torso. His brow rose.

“How about you just take me?” He dove in for a sudden kiss.

Zach’s body was a pile of hard muscle against him. His mouth was hot, seeking a deep kiss from the start. Slender arms coiled around Geoff’s shoulders, brushing the sensitive places of his neck. Geoff hovered an arm over his back with an urge to crush the smaller man against him. Entitled prick or not, he was sexy package of man.

Geoff forced his mouth to break away. The severing of their electric chemistry made his chest ache.

“You need to cut the shit,” he said, ignoring how his cock fought against the seam of his pants. “Something like this might be called sexual harassment.”

Zach backed away from him. “If that’s how you see it then I apologize.”

“I don’t know what I see right now.”

Zach eyed his gleaming pectoral. “I know what I see.”

“There you go again.”

He wet his lips. “Look, Joe Harker told me you were gay, and you’re absolutely luscious. I thought we might be able to have some fun. If you’re not into it, no problem. I’ll get out of your hair.”

His frankness disarmed Geoff. “No, it’s fine. Another time, another place…” Another person. “And maybe we could hook up. Right now, though, I have a horse to get settled and a thirteen hour drive to prepare for tomorrow.”

Zach’s smile returned. “Right. Wishful thinking. Looking at you, I just couldn’t resist.”

Geoff returned a tepid smile. “Don’t worry about it.”

He untied Zip-Dash from the rail and brought him into the stall. Zach lingered by the door.

“What do you plan on doing now that Zip-Dash is headed off to the stud farm?”

Geoff froze. He looked back at him with his eyes bulged. Zach reflected his shock.

“Oh, shit. Joe didn’t tell you?”

“What are you talking about? Zip’s got another year worth of races left in him.”

Zach undid his collar button. “Well sure, but he just won the Derby. What’s the point?”

Geoff turned up a hand. “The purses.”

Zach made an uncomfortable smile. “I don’t need the purses. I was after the trophy. Now that I’ve got it I’m done with horse racing.”

Geoff put his forehead in his hand. “Jesus.”

“I can’t believe Joe didn’t tell you. I told him if Zip-Dash wins we’re done.”

“No one thought Zip was going to win this thing. He was 50 to 1. He had a sprain.” Of course Joe didn’t tell him. His boss didn’t want to jinx things.

“You have other horses, right?”

Geoff spun on him. “No. I had other horses, but then the big-shot who owned Zip-Dash pulled me off them saying he wanted a groom who was solely dedicated to his horse.”

Zach looked away. “Oh, right.”

He began to undo Zip’s bridle. His mind raced. What would he do after this paycheck? How the hell would he make the rent?

“If you don’t have anything else going on, you could always work for me.”

Geoff eyed him. “Doing what?”

His bright smile returned. “Be my groom.”

Geoff fumed while bundling Zip-Dash’s gear.

“What I mean is, you could be my personal valet.”

“What you mean is I could be your fuck-toy.”

Zach gave an askew grin. “Your words.”

“Not interested.” He opened a canister of oil and began to rub it into Zip’s haunch. “People aren’t commodities you can buy and sell.”

“No, seriously, I actually do need a valet—particularly someone who might be able to protect me if I’m accosted. I’m sure the pay would be quadruple what you make as a—”

“I’m not interested!”

Zach’s lips parted. Geoff watched him from the corner of his eye while working the oil into the horse. He’d probably never been denied something he wanted before. Geoff couldn’t help but feel satisfied.

He turned. “I’ll leave you to you work.” The slender man disappeared from Geoff’s view.

Now he had a pang of regret. The man’s voice was etched with humbled grief. What did he expect though?

Geoff wasn’t anyone’s whore.

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