“Elaine White grew up in a small town on the east coast of Scotland. She is an author of paranormal romance, crime and MM romance.
Fighting cancer in her early teens taught her that life is short and dreams should be pursued. She lives vicariously through her independent, and often hellion characters, while living comfortably at home with a pack of wolves cleverly disguised as one standard poodle.
A self-professed geek, Elaine has fallen in love with the research linked with her novels. The more obscure the better. She has recently delved into reading and writing MM romance/erotica and is now a happy addict of the genre.”
Hannah has taken a leap of faith; she quit her journalist job, after her boss made it clear that she would either have to sleep with him or let someone else steal credit for her work.
Devastated and on the search for a hot story, to get her hired elsewhere, she stumbles across Carter Mackenzie. A supposed art lover, with a crime boss father, Carter is notoriously secretive. Hannah sees her chance; this would be the scoop of the year.
But attempting to get close to the mysterious man is a lot simpler then she thought. Getting out again, with her clothes and her dignity in tact, is quiet another story.
“Carter had to drag himself away from Hannah, the moment he felt his hand surrounded by her soft thighs. He was getting dangerously close to undressing her again and he didn’t want that. Well, he did, but that wasn’t all he wanted.
He wanted…no, needed…to know this girl. He had to understand her and find some way of keeping her around. He’d only had a brief taste of her and already he felt like an addict, who could never get by, if she got up and left. If this girl walked away, Carter knew that he would spend his whole life craving her, but never able to satisfy that craving in anyone else. Only Hannah would do, now and he hated it. He hated that he had no control over himself, that just looking at her, made him want to spend days with his mouth locked on hers and his hard cock buried deep inside her.
No-one else would ever taste so sweet.
Forcing himself away, he licked the taste of her from his lips and sat back, to give them some space from each other. Hannah’s brown eyes stared at him, with such need and raw emotion that he wanted to dive back in and finish what he’d started. But he didn’t; he had more control than that.
Instead, he turned his mind to other matters. Like her reaction to his full name; most people either ran away, wanted money or tried to get closer, to get gossip from him, when they realised who he was. He was intrigued to see that Hannah didn’t seem to register any meaning behind it or connection to his profession or his father’s reputation, as most people did, upon their first meeting. That intrigued him, but also made him wonder what rock she had been hiding under.
“I should probably have asked you, already,” Carter began, realising something important. “But are you here with anyone, tonight?”
“No.” She smiled at him, though she still looked a little dazed from their kiss.
“And will you be leaving with me, tonight?” He asked, unable to stop himself, as he gently brushed the hair back from her shoulder. She looked…ravishing…with it hanging loose, down the back of her neck. There was no other word for it. It fell in light waves that seemed to mimic the curves of her body. It made him hungry.
“Your friends,” Hannah said, turning away, to look at the table, as she changed the subject. “What are they…your entourage? Bodyguards? Secret agents? Work colleagues?” She asked, teasingly, amusing him as he sat at the table and watched her.
Carter was only more intrigued by her; who was this mystery woman, who knew nothing about him or his father? He watched her like a hawk, for any sign of who she was or what she was about. “I believe they would be considered both work colleagues and bodyguards.” He answered, deciding how much to tell her and about what.
“Wow…you must be pretty big news to have bodyguards. What do you do?” Hannah acted excited and impressed.
Hannah acted it so well, in fact, that Carter was tempted to believe that she knew nothing and was bowled over, by the fact that he had such an impressive group of people looking after him. But there was something…something he couldn’t put his finger on…that said there was no way in hell that he could be this lucky. He did not choose a random club, to visit for his birthday, only to find a near perfect woman, who had no idea who he was or knew about his father. And that near perfect woman would never let him fuck her in the back room of a club, after her display of initial hesitation, without knowing who he was first.
Just what Hannah actually was, or who she was, was still a mystery to him. But it was a mystery he was willing to solve.
“Let’s say I’m in the…arts business. I handle pieces of art, take part in transactions and have a very fine collection of my own.” Carter agreed to keep the casual conversation going and allow Hannah to keep her secrets, for now.
“That sounds wonderful.” She sighed, leaning her elbow on the table, to rest her head on top of her hand.
“And what do you do?” He asked her, curious to find out if she would tell the truth.
“I’m a novelist. Unsigned at the moment, unfortunately, so I guess it would be more accurate to say I’m an aspiring novelist.” Hannah explained, with a light giggle that didn’t seem to fit with the fiery, feisty girl he’d just been with, a moment ago. “Writing is my passion, but I just haven’t found the right publisher. You need an agent to get a publisher and a publisher to get an agent. And no-one takes unsolicited mail, these days.” She shrugged, as though it was a sad fact that she’d had to accept.
Carter was impressed with how well she could lie, but she had one little tell that gave it all away. She looked away and couldn’t meet his gaze, whenever she lied. So he knew that writing was her real passion, but she wasn’t a novelist and she wasn’t waiting for her big break. But he wasn’t going to let on that he knew that, just yet.
They sat and talked for an hour, about her unemployment and how she was looking for a new career. Carter never asked what she used to do and she didn’t offer up any suggestions. He feigned interest and asked lots of questions, about what kind of stories she wrote and what she was currently working on, curious to see if she would trip up and get caught up in her own lies.
Surprisingly, she was a class act. She didn’t once stumble or fall into a mistake; she kept to her lie and, yet, she always managed to bring the subject back to Carter and his life. He didn’t mind so much, liking that someone was taking an interest in him and what he did, rather than grilling him about his father and his shady business. He would figure Hannah out eventually, but there was no hurry.“