I’m sure there are other authors who wonder why a certain book of theirs was such a big hit and why another failed to catch readers’ attention. OH, GEORGE has been far and away my best selling m/m gay romance to this point, but I’ve never quite figured out why. Is it the office setting? The boss who pretends to be a swinging bachelor? Or is it George, the English addition to the secretarial pool in his cool gray suits and pristine white shirts?
OH, GEORGE
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-341-2 (Electronic)
Amber Quill Press - Amber Allure
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/OhGeorge.html
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (16k words)
Blurb:
By projecting the image of a swinging bachelor, company owner Zack Hannington has never had a problem keeping his personal life private from his employees. But when handsome and ambitious George Parker joins the secretarial pool, Zack finds himself indulging in X-rated daydreams that stress him out and seriously mess with his head.
He knows George is a kindred spirit, and he’s positive he’s met the man somewhere before, but he can’t remember where or when, and his own rule of never playing house with "the help" makes matters worse.
Zack doesn’t know if he’s in love or in lust with George, but just as everything seems to be working out even better than his dreams, he screws up and loses it all...
Or has he?
Excerpt:
Zack had finished going through the files for the Tarasios job and making a few necessary notes, and was about to quit for the day when he heard a sound in the hallway outside his office.
No one worked late on a Friday unless there was an emergency, and there were none he knew of. And the cleaning crew had finished and left some time ago.
Strangers couldn’t just walk in after hours, but all an employee had to do was insert his or her card into the electronic access system and enter their own personal password. Perhaps one of them had forgotten something.
He’d barely completed the thought when the door opened and George came in. Wearing fashionably ragged jeans, a white muscle shirt, and with his black hair gelled into a casual, windblown style, he looked nothing like the man who’d left his office a couple of hours ago. But Zack much preferred the way George looked now…cool, casual, and so incredibly sexy he could come just by looking at the guy
“You called, sir?”
Zack mentally licked his lips as he leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands loosely behind his head. “How did you know? I didn’t leave a message.”
“My machine records the numbers of all callers whether they leave a message or not.”
Something about the flat, accepting tone of George’s voice sounded to Zack like George had expected him to call, albeit for a very different reason. “I wasn’t calling to fire you, if that’s what you think. And I’m sorry about the way I acted earlier. It was totally uncalled for.”
He heard what sounded like a soft sigh of relief before George said, “That’s okay, sir. No problem. So, why did you call? Did I forget something? Something wrong with the files I left on your desk?”
His heart pounding and his breath coming in short, painful gasps, Zack stood up and smoothed a hand slowly down the front of his pants. “No, nothing like that. You did a great job. This is an unrelated problem. One I thought you might want to help me with.”
“A problem, sir? What kind of problem?”
“One that concerns just the two of us. I thought that’s why you came back.”
George visibly relaxed and smiled, a sexy, knowing smile that softened the wide mouth and did strange things to Zack’s pulse rate. He shrugged, folded his arms and leaned his back against the door. “Am I to assume you’ve had a rethink and decided you’d like to be friends after all?”
“Friends?”
George’s smile deepened. “Okay, so you want to be more than friends.”
“You have any objection?”
“None I can think of.”
“Does that mean you have some idea what my problem is?”
“Offhand, I’d say you’re desperate for a little action.” The smile broadened a little and the tip of George’s tongue appeared and traced the outline of his upper lip. “But why waste time guessing, hmm? Why don’t you come over here so we can find out if that’s what you really want, or if it’s all in your mind.”
The crisp British accent and the unexpected take-charge attitude was a turn on all by itself. Zack left his chair and joined George over by the door.
George continued to regard him through half-closed eyes as he hooked one arm around Zack’s waist and pulled him in close. Zack could smell George’s male scent beneath a faint hint of mouthwash and that excited him even more. He closed his eyes as George’s lips brushed against his, then George’s tongue slipped into his mouth for a moment to taste and tease. Breaking the kiss, George’s mouth moved down Zack’s neck while he used his free hand to unzip Zack’s pants.
Zack could barely breathe as George’s cool fingers slipped inside the opening and slid seductively down the length of his shaft.
“You want to stay here or go somewhere more comfortable?” George asked.
Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
Latest Release: Independence Day - http://www.amberquill.com http://www.myspace.com/185513895
OH, GEORGE
by Christiane France
ISBN-13: 978-1-60272-341-2 (Electronic)
Amber Quill Press - Amber Allure
http://www.amberquill.com/AmberAllure/OhGeorge.html
Genres: Gay / Contemporary / Romantic Comedy
Heat Level: 3
Length: Extended Amber Kiss (16k words)
Blurb:
By projecting the image of a swinging bachelor, company owner Zack Hannington has never had a problem keeping his personal life private from his employees. But when handsome and ambitious George Parker joins the secretarial pool, Zack finds himself indulging in X-rated daydreams that stress him out and seriously mess with his head.
He knows George is a kindred spirit, and he’s positive he’s met the man somewhere before, but he can’t remember where or when, and his own rule of never playing house with "the help" makes matters worse.
Zack doesn’t know if he’s in love or in lust with George, but just as everything seems to be working out even better than his dreams, he screws up and loses it all...
Or has he?
Excerpt:
Zack had finished going through the files for the Tarasios job and making a few necessary notes, and was about to quit for the day when he heard a sound in the hallway outside his office.
No one worked late on a Friday unless there was an emergency, and there were none he knew of. And the cleaning crew had finished and left some time ago.
Strangers couldn’t just walk in after hours, but all an employee had to do was insert his or her card into the electronic access system and enter their own personal password. Perhaps one of them had forgotten something.
He’d barely completed the thought when the door opened and George came in. Wearing fashionably ragged jeans, a white muscle shirt, and with his black hair gelled into a casual, windblown style, he looked nothing like the man who’d left his office a couple of hours ago. But Zack much preferred the way George looked now…cool, casual, and so incredibly sexy he could come just by looking at the guy
“You called, sir?”
Zack mentally licked his lips as he leaned back in his chair and clasped his hands loosely behind his head. “How did you know? I didn’t leave a message.”
“My machine records the numbers of all callers whether they leave a message or not.”
Something about the flat, accepting tone of George’s voice sounded to Zack like George had expected him to call, albeit for a very different reason. “I wasn’t calling to fire you, if that’s what you think. And I’m sorry about the way I acted earlier. It was totally uncalled for.”
He heard what sounded like a soft sigh of relief before George said, “That’s okay, sir. No problem. So, why did you call? Did I forget something? Something wrong with the files I left on your desk?”
His heart pounding and his breath coming in short, painful gasps, Zack stood up and smoothed a hand slowly down the front of his pants. “No, nothing like that. You did a great job. This is an unrelated problem. One I thought you might want to help me with.”
“A problem, sir? What kind of problem?”
“One that concerns just the two of us. I thought that’s why you came back.”
George visibly relaxed and smiled, a sexy, knowing smile that softened the wide mouth and did strange things to Zack’s pulse rate. He shrugged, folded his arms and leaned his back against the door. “Am I to assume you’ve had a rethink and decided you’d like to be friends after all?”
“Friends?”
George’s smile deepened. “Okay, so you want to be more than friends.”
“You have any objection?”
“None I can think of.”
“Does that mean you have some idea what my problem is?”
“Offhand, I’d say you’re desperate for a little action.” The smile broadened a little and the tip of George’s tongue appeared and traced the outline of his upper lip. “But why waste time guessing, hmm? Why don’t you come over here so we can find out if that’s what you really want, or if it’s all in your mind.”
The crisp British accent and the unexpected take-charge attitude was a turn on all by itself. Zack left his chair and joined George over by the door.
George continued to regard him through half-closed eyes as he hooked one arm around Zack’s waist and pulled him in close. Zack could smell George’s male scent beneath a faint hint of mouthwash and that excited him even more. He closed his eyes as George’s lips brushed against his, then George’s tongue slipped into his mouth for a moment to taste and tease. Breaking the kiss, George’s mouth moved down Zack’s neck while he used his free hand to unzip Zack’s pants.
Zack could barely breathe as George’s cool fingers slipped inside the opening and slid seductively down the length of his shaft.
“You want to stay here or go somewhere more comfortable?” George asked.
Cool mysteries and hot romance - http://www.chrisgrover.ca
Latest Release: Independence Day - http://www.amberquill.com http://www.myspace.com/185513895
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