New rerelease! Whirlwind Affair

Whirlwind Affair
Taken by storm...

Surprised by the attentions of handsome, sexy Rodrigo Torbellino and seduced into a one-night stand, curvy Erika Bergstrom shares a night of pleasure and walks away to give herself some distance.

When fate brings them together again, she's pleased when he demands more. But does he want her or a business deal with her family? Their whirlwind affair raises the stakes. Will it be business or pleasure?

Previously published... 

Available on preorder now - releases April 19, 2016

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EXCERPT

Whirlwind Affair
©Francesca Hawley, 2016

Chapter One

His dark eyes caressed the curves of her buttocks like a warm hand. Erika Larson-Bergstrom shivered as she glanced at him out the corner of her eye. She licked her lips as his gaze captured hers and he smiled, unnerving her while at the same time arousing her until she ached with need.
A part of her wondered if her mischievous twenty-two-year-old twin daughters had set this up. After all, they were the ones who’d given her the $100 gift certificate for Erotically Bound, the upscale Minneapolis adult store she shopped in right now. But the man eyeing her was no twenty-two-year-old kid. He was all man and she wanted to explore every inch of him…intimately.
Erika looked down at the lingerie she fingered, trying to clear her lust-filled mind. Her biggest problem was that she’d spent the last twelve years rearing her daughters as a single mom. She could count on one hand the number of men she’d dated during that time. The number she’d slept with was even less. She was just horny and needed to get laid, and he was the answer to a horny woman’s prayer.
“Miss, could you assist me?” His voice was warm and deep with the hint of an Antonio Banderas-style Spanish accent. She looked up into the warmest brown eyes she’d ever seen. At least he’d called her “miss” and not “ma’am”.
“Assist you?”
“Yes, I must buy a gift for a lady and I have no idea what she might want.”
“Oh.” Erika forced a smile to her tight lips. “Sure.”
Well, that certainly burst her bubble. He had a woman he was shopping for. It figured. Of course it should have been a relief he wasn’t buying undies for himself since he was shopping in the women’s lingerie section, but she’d been dreaming he might possibly be as attracted to her as she was to him. No such luck.
He wanted a buddy to help him shop for another woman. Shit. Buddy seemed to be the only way men viewed her—especially lately—and it was almost always because she was a plus-size woman. Women with big butts liked sex too. Damn men, anyway.
“So what’s the gift for? Your anniversary? Her birthday?”
“Anniversary? No.” He laughed. She liked his laugh…a lot. He threw himself into it. His head back and his hands running through his hair. Thick, black hair. Yum.
Focus, Erika. Do not notice the full, wide lips and straight, white teeth. The high cheekbones. She swallowed, her gaze skimming over him. The broad shoulders, narrow hips and tight ass. Forget how hot he is. But no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t ignore his appeal.
“I’m shopping for my administrative assistant.”
“Your…?” Oh geez. Sleeping with an employee. Could it get worse?
He waved his hand as he read her expression. “No, she is getting married and this place has a bridal registry.”
“A bridal registry? You’ve got to be kidding.” Erika raised her brows.
“I know. It sounds insane, and so I told her. But she assured me it was so.” He pulled out a piece of paper and handed it to her. “Here is a list of things the clerk printed for me that have not yet been purchased for her. My assistant is very organized and wants no duplicates.”
Erika looked at the list he held and realized he was telling the truth. It consisted of lingerie, loungewear, dresses, shoes and, good grief, sex toys and movies.
“It’s…um…comprehensive.”
“Yes. I refuse to buy her some of these items. I am her friend, yes, but her employer first. Can you imagine if I showed up at the office bridal shower with,” he took the list back, glaring at it while shaking his head in disbelief, “a Rotating G-Spot Rabbit Vibrator?”
“It would certainly be the talk of the party,” Erika agreed dryly.

 

Controlling Interest - new cover, new release!

I received the rights back for my story Controlling Interest. It's part of the sexy Erotically Bound series with Hanky Spanky.

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Controlling Interest

Francesca Hawley

It's hard to keep things strictly business when the naturally submissive Mozelle “Mouse” Vincent challenges Torin Stuart at every turn and he finds there's more at stake than a controlling interest in the exclusive BDSM club they now share. Because love is the ultimate prize in their power exchange.

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CONTROLLING INTEREST

Copyright © FRANCESCA HAWLEY, 2011, 2016

She looked beyond Mouse and smiled. “Perfect. He’s right on time for once.”

“He who?”

“Torin.”

“Oh my God…” Mouse shivered and ducked her head, adjusting her mask to make sure her face was completely covered.

Mistress Zarah surveyed her. “Oh, now that’s just not fair. I bet you creamed your panties, didn’t you?”

“Mistress, could you please keep your voice down?” Mouse hissed, heat filling her cheeks.

Zarah chuckled. “Oh, I don’t think so. But for your sake, I suggest you don’t speak much when he comes over here or he might recognize your voice.” She turned her head to look behind Mouse. “Ah, Torin. How are you, dear?”

He came around Mouse and gave Zarah a brief hug and a kiss on the cheek. “Well enough, considering.”

“It’s such a loss. We’ll miss Regine terribly, you know that, don’t you?”

“I do. Thank you.” Torin turned and looked Mouse over from head to toe. “Very nice. Is she yours?”

“No, darling. A guest who wants to explore the dark side.”

“As a submissive or is she a Domme in training?”

“Submissive.”

Tor turned the full force of his gaze on her. Their eyes met briefly before she dropped her gaze to his shoes. Please let him not recognize her. Please.

“Yes, definitely a submissive,” he purred. He lifted his hand and paused, glancing at Zarah. “May I?”

“The choice is hers.”

“Do you have a name?” He asked, brushing a strand of hair off her forehead. Normally, she kept her bushy hair pinned severely back, but the letter that arrived with the clothes ordered her to let it fall around her face naturally.

She glanced at Mistress Zarah, begging for help. Zarah smiled. “Her name is Minnie.”

“Minnie? Unusual.”

“That’s her name tonight. Who knows? Her name tomorrow might be Mickey.”

Mouse glared at Zarah, who just laughed.

“Do you want to play with me, Minnie?”

Mouse’s eyes flew to Tor’s. Did he know? Surely not. And what the hell did he mean by play?

“Play?” she squeaked. Damn it. Why did she always have to squeak like a mouse when she was anxious? At least Tor was unfamiliar with her nervous habit because by the time they’d met, Regine had worked the squeak right out of her.

He chuckled, his fingers trailed along the bare skin of her arm from her shoulder to her wrist. Gently, he encircled her wrist and rubbed the vulnerable skin there with his forefinger.

“Yes, Miss Squeak. Play. That means you and I go someplace private and I give you a spanking you’ll never forget. A spanking that will have you begging for more.”

Mouse couldn’t catch her breath as he lightly ran his fingertips up to her elbow. He leaned close and brushed his lips along the edge of her ear. She jerked when his tongue flicked against her lobe.

“Sensitive, aren’t you?” he murmured.

“Yes.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Oh sorry. Yes, Sir.” Her voice was barely a whisper.

He chuckled in her ear. His hand moved from her elbow to her waist while he tormented her by trailing the fingers of his other hand from her wrist to her shoulder. Then he brushed a finger along her shoulder and up along her neck. Mouse couldn’t stop the shiver that coursed through her at his touch.

“You haven’t answered my question. Would you like to play with me?”

She closed her eyes at his purr. God, she wanted him. But what was she letting herself in for if she agreed to this? She opened her eyes and she saw Mistress Zarah grinning at her.

“The choice is yours. What do you want?”