Morning all! Happy Monday! How's it going? I was working manically on Vandal yesterday, so didn't get around to putting up this post, but maybe it's better today. Nothing to beat the Monday blues like a good dose of werewolves and romance! So say hello to Lucy Felthouse!
Politics has never been so sexy!
Cade Avery is running for a position on his local county council. Heâs extremely good at what he does and is a valuable asset to his community. The trouble is, he upsets people, says the wrong things, and rides rough-shod over other peopleâs plans and ideas. His assistant, Mary, eager to improve Cadeâs public image, hires him a campaign manager.
Quentin Rayworth is thrilled to be working with such a formidable public figure. Itâll be a challenge, but heâs confident he can help Cade to win the election, and knows that the achievement will look impressive on his CV.
Itâs soon clear that the two men are set to be an excellent team. That is, until Cadeâs werewolf makes its intentions knownâin Quentin, it has found its mate, and it will not rest until he has claimed him. But can Cadeâand his wolfâwin over the campaign manager?
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âYouâve done what?â Cade Avery yelled, fixing his long-time friend and colleague, Mary Summers, with a glare. He slammed his hands down on his desk, making a bunch of pens jump and rattle, and causing water to splash over the side of his glass. âWhy the hell would you do such a thing?â
Mary, by now used to Cadeâs temper and frequent outbursts, didnât flinch. Standing firm on the other side of his desk, she calmly stated, âYou heard me, Cade. Iâve appointed you a campaign manager. And as for the why, I think itâs pretty damn obvious.â
âNot to me,â he grumbled, snatching a handful of tissues from the box in his top drawer and swiping irritably at the liquid heâd spilled. âSeems like an unnecessary expense.â
With a heavy sigh, Mary replied, âDo you want to win this bloody election or not?â
âYes, of course I do. What sort of a stupid question is that?â
âWell then, you need a campaign manager. The rest of the team and I already have enough on our plates. We canât handle that side of things, too. Not to mention the fact that you really need someone with â¦ expertise â¦ in that department. Someone who can boost your public image, make you more likeable â¦ you know, so people will actually vote for you.â
Screwing up the wad of soggy tissue and dumping it in the wastebasket beside him, Cade snapped his gaze to Mary. She stood, the ever-present iPad clutched against her chest, looking as determined and immovable as a five-feet-one, slim thirty-five-year-old was ever going to get.
He sat back in his chair and folded his arms. âWhatâs wrong with my public image?â
Rolling her eyes heavenward, her body tensing, Maryâs cool demeanor actually looked on the verge of cracking. Taking a deep breath and releasing it, she looked back at him. âGive me strength, Cade. Are you fucking serious?â
She may have used the deep breath and probably a considerable amount of willpower to dampen down her physical reaction to his question, but her actual words gave her true state of mind away. As a rule, the word âbloodyâ was as bad as it got for Mary. To have enticed a âfuckingâ out of her, and within the same conversation, no less, meant she was in real danger of losing her temper with him. And despite her diminutive frame and usually chilled-out personalityâespecially in comparison with his huge frame and fiery personalityâwhen she did lose it, she was utterly terrifying. Possibly the fact that she rarely got angry was what made it so potent when she did. Maryâs ire could turn even the thickest-skinned person into a blubbering wreck.
âMary,â he cooed, backtracking quickly, âcome on, sit down. Why do you always insist on standing up in here?â
âBecause, unless weâre having a meeting, I donât generally need to stay long. I normally impart my information, you give your feedback, and we get on with our day.â She shifted restlessly and narrowed her eyes. âBut today, it seems, youâre having a bit of a brain fart. Do I really need to spell it out for you?â
Raising his eyebrows at her increasing irritation, and wondering if there was something going on in her private life that was making her so touchy, he nodded. âYes, I really think you do.â
A few seconds of silence passed, in which Mary again seemed to be getting a grip on her irritation. She finally said, âAll right. But donât forget; you asked for it.â
Lucy Felthouse is the award-winning author of erotic romance novels Stately Pleasures (named in the top 5 of Cliterati.co.ukâs 100 Modern Erotic Classics That Youâve Never Heard Of, and an Amazon bestseller), Eyes Wide Open (winner of the Love Romances CafÃ©âs Best MÃ©nage Book 2015 award, and an Amazon bestseller), The Persecution of the Wolves and Hiding in Plain Sight. Including novels, short stories and novellas, she has over 160 publications to her name. She owns Erotica For All, and is one eighth of The Brit Babes. Find out more about her writing at http://lucyfelthouse.co.uk, or on Twitter or Facebook. Sign up for automatic updates on Amazon or BookBub. Subscribe to her newsletter and get a free eBook: http://www.subscribepage.com/lfnewsletter