Friday, September 20, 2013
Shades of Pink Teaser - Collar Me Pink by Rachel Firasek
Every day until the end of September, I will post here the blurb for one of the stories from the Shades of Pink charity anthology, as well as a teaser, and a short bio for the author. The anthology will be available on October 1st, with all proceeds going to breast cancer research but you can donate today and get it 5 days early! I invite you to come back, share the links for these teasers, tell your friends about it... It's all for a good cause! And if you tweet about it, you can use the hashtag #shadesofpink :)
Today, a glimpse from Collar Me Pink by Rachel Firasek
Allison McAnders never imagined her boss would open her mail, and Graham Taiden never thought he’d have a submissive’s collar on his desk, but when the delivery man leaves, they’re both left with a fight between pleasure, pain, and their careers. Choices blend, passions ignite, and only love will guide them down the right path.
The delivery driver unloaded the packages next to Allison McAnder’s desk. She scanned the stack of small cardboard boxes and bit back a squeal of excitement. It had finally arrived.
She scooted closer to the small pile and ran a finger across her parcel. “Thanks, John. I hope you have a good morning.” And tonight, she’d have the perfect ending for this perfect day. “Do I need to sign?”
The driver finished checking off his list, held the clipboard steady for her to initial, and then tucked it beneath his arm. He leaned against one of the dolly’s metal handles and popped a knee forward, thudding the side of her desk and sending her pens rolling across the top.
“Hey, Allison, when are you going to finally give in and give me a chance to sweep you off your feet?”
She faked an itch on her nose and smothered a nervous giggle. It wasn’t that John wasn’t a nice looking guy, and he did have great legs from hours of hauling boxes, but she’d been holding out for something more. Allison wanted the kind of man that could make your toes curl with just a look. She wanted someone that had his shit together, someone that wouldn’t ask for a date, but would command one from her. And unfortunately, John wouldn’t and didn’t measure up.
“Uh… Well, you see—”
Her boss’s whiskey-smooth voice filtered through her phone’s intercom speaker. Her nipples hardened just from hearing him say her name. The twin peaks pressed against her lace bra, chafing when she shifted closer to the phone. And Delivery-John’s eyes swept across her fitted white blouse.
“I have to go.” She crossed her arms over her chest and turned half away from him, hiding her lady bits from his view. “I’m sorry. We’ll talk some other time.”
John nodded and smirked before walking away. The jerk could have at least made his perusal a little less obvious. Now, if Graham needed her, she’d be sporting a dark flush. Her fair skin kept the pink tint ready and waiting for any unsuspecting event.
“Ms. McAnders? Are you there?”
She smashed her intercom button and leaned forward. “Yes, Mr. Taiden. How may I help you?”
“Have the deliveries arrived?”
With a sigh, she plopped into her rolling chair before her legs folded beneath her. She’d never been able to shake this reaction to that voice. The steel beneath his words held her completely enthralled, blanking her mind and fading out the world.
“Ms. McAnders. Are you there?”
“Yes, sir. The delivery driver just left.”
“Bring them with you when you come for our meeting at ten.”
Oh how she’d love to come in his office. On his desk. In his chair. She’d wrap her hands in his wavy hair and squeeze her thighs against his lean hips. She’d been dreaming about her boss since her first week on the job, and at some point in the last seven months, she’d fallen for him.
Loving him from afar was safe. He’d never know what really ran through her mind, and she’d never have to watch the revulsion slide over his square jaw. She’d never see the light in his grey eyes dim flat, and she’d never have to accept the knowledge that he thought her a freak.
But if he’d give her a sign that he felt just an inkling of the way she did, she’d assume the position and give him the full scope of all her tricks.
She scooted the stack of boxes toward his door and pushed back a long strand of blonde hair that had escaped her bun. With a soft tap on his door, she waited for his next directive.
“Come in, Ms. McAnders.”
Rachel Firasek creates naughty short stories, passionate paranormals, and edgy new adult romances. She’s been known to shock little old ladies, embarrass her husband on occasion, and has even been caught with her corset twisted in a hotel restroom—but that’s a story for another day. Visit her at http://www.rachelfirasek.com