Monday, May 20, 2013

The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin





The Idea
Thanks to Barb for having me here today, as I kick off my blog tour for The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin. I'm always asked how I come up with the ideas for my stories, and quite often I cannot pinpoint them. However, with this story I know exactly where it came from. You may remember a story hitting the newsstands about a Brazilian woman auctioning off her virginity. It caused quite a stir here in the UK at least. I was as fascinated as the next person about the ins and out of it all. If you have no clue what the heck I am talking about, then check out this article.
At the time I stored it away for future reference, and then I had a chat with one of my crit group ladies in Skype and she said, "You know, that virgin story? I thought of you. It had you written all over it. Write her story."
Once I'd recovered from the giggles that the story of a virgin reminded her of me (trust me, nothing virginal about me anymore after 23 years of marriage and nine kids!), the idea took hold.
What would make someone sell her virginity? What sort of a person would she be? Now the reasons for Alice came to me straight away. She has a sick niece who needs experimental cancer treatment. What sort of a man would acquire such a virgin, however? That was more tricky, and then it came to me. How about if the hero didn't acquire her, but his brother did? And how about if this brother had died in an accident and the hero is left to pick up the pieces?
Now then, what if the hero needs to get married, so our little virgin is the perfect answer to his problems? Throw in an off the chart attraction to each other, a sub plot, the late brother's scheming ex-fiancé, who tries to get her claws into the hero and what do we get?
A story worth telling—that's what.

Here's a little excerpt of the two of them coming to terms with each other and the situation. Let me know in the comments what you think make the elements of a good story for an entry into the contest.
Excerpt:
"Love doesn't exist."
His harsh words held censure and such disdain it settled like a vise on her chest and squeezed.
"Of course it does. How can you say that? You loved your brother, didn't you? And your mother?"
His whole body tightened in answer, and his lips curled into a cynical sneer. He poured himself some more wine and stood at the French windows to look out at the vast expanse of garden.
"There are those that would call me incapable of love. I'm the heartless monster, haven't you heard?" He raised his wineglass in her direction in a mocking salute. "The freak who couldn't bring himself to care enough about his own brother or the grieving fiancée."
He drained the glass in one go and put it down on the table so carefully, that action, too, gave Alice the chills. It was far too controlled, too contained for this big man, to be anything but an act.
"I'm assuming she wasn't really engaged to your brother? I mean, he wouldn't have made that … that … bid for me if he had been, would he?" She was aware her voice had risen to an unnaturally high level as she pondered that possibility, and she hastily cleared her throat. "Not that it matters much now, I suppose."
"Ah, little Alice, that would interfere with your views on love completely, wouldn't it?" His black eyed gaze held her captive, and she couldn't have looked away now if her life had depended on it.
"I refuse to believe that anyone could be so cruel, and if he did that, then he obviously didn't love her. So, no, actually it doesn't change my views on love. It just would reiterate my generally dim view on men though."
"Ouch. And there was me thinking the reason you're still a virgin is that you were simply waiting for the right man, not that you had a dim view of them. More like you realized you could cash yourself a lot of money, by selling it to the highest bidder."
"How dare you?" She glared at him, and he shrugged his shoulders, looking so impossibly gorgeous and male, her fingers itched to throw her water glass at him. Anything to remove that haughty, superior air and to get an honest reaction out of him.
"I dare, because it's the truth. You did barter it to the highest bidder, did you not? Or did someone hold a gun to your head at the time? No, I thought not. Where were your haughty ideas of love then? Did it not occur to you that the man who purchased you, could well be in a relationship? Married with kids? Or perhaps worse still, use you to satisfy some sexual fetish?"
He looked her up and down with such disgust, she was glad she was sitting.
"A man like your brother, you mean? Would he have used me for those ends? And if he would have done, what does that make you? You're marrying me, but at the end of the day, it's the same thing, just dressed up, is it not?"
She jumped at his reaction. In the blink of an eye he crossed the room and stood in front of her. With his hands on the arm rests of her chair, he caged her in, his nose inches away from her.
"You are going into this with your eyes open, lady. It was your choice to come here and claim your payment. It is your choice to walk out of that door. I am not forcing you to sign those papers."
As if to make the point he released her and stood next to the bell that would summon Brian in an instant.
"Just say the word and you're free to go. Without your money of course, and if you breathe one word of this to anyone, your cute little ass will land itself a one way ticket to jail, and I will make your mother rue the day she ever gave birth to you."
His quiet and controlled manner made the words even more chilling, and Alice could do nothing but stare at him. How had she thought she could deal with him?
"You would do that to people you've never even met?" she asked.
"In a heartbeat, sweet little Alice, in a heartbeat."
Something broke inside Alice at those words.
"You really are a cold-hearted bastard, aren't you?"
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Alice curled her slender fingers around the armrests with such force they turned white. Judging by the storm clouds crossing her expressive face she wished her hands were wrapped around his neck instead. He didn't even know why he was being such an ass, but something about her got to him. Just by sitting there, all prim and proper, stoically facing her fate, made him feel things he had no business feeling. 
The fact that she wasn't the money grabbing whore he'd first thought her to be just made it all so much worse. At Percy's insistence he'd finally read that file, and what he'd learned about her had rocked him to the core.
Highly intelligent, she'd dropped out of her university degree when her niece had fallen ill, the year her father had had his heart attack. With no income coming in, it had fallen to Alice to provide for the family. And she had, admirably so, working two, sometimes three jobs, yet they were drowning in debt. Her niece's illness did not help. The experimental treatment she needed was not available on the NHS.
For that reason Lakota had made Percy up the settlement offer considerably. He knew it would take more than that to ease his conscience screaming at him, but he'd had to do something to chase away the shadows in her eyes. He couldn't offer her any part of himself, but he could certainly provide the money. And with her reluctant agreement to his terms, he would finally get his revenge on the piece of scum that fathered him, and left his mother and him to rot after the arrival of Zeb.
Lakota crunched his teeth together in disgust at his maudlin thoughts.  He couldn't change the past, but he could damn well pave his own future. It's what had made him into a billionaire, and no little Alice in Wonderland would de-rail him from his purpose, no matter how much her unshed tears tore at his gut and made his chest feel tight.
"You're only just now figuring this out, my sweet little Alice?"
Her eyes widened, and she fixed him with such a glare of defiance, he almost squirmed under that silent censure.
"I think you're trying far too hard to convince me of that fact, Lakota. What I think or don't think is irrelevant anyway. As you've been so at pains to remind me, you've bought me. I get it. I'll be the image of the doting society wife, don't you worry, but if you think for one minute that I will let you threaten the people I love, then you have got another think coming."
She'd gotten up from her chair during her impassioned speech and now stood in front of him. With her hands on hips, her face flushed, and her whole body trembling in outrage, she looked utterly stunning, even in her ill-fitting ensemble of clothes, and he shoved his fists in his back pockets to stop himself from crushing her to him and kissing her senseless. She'd likely make him sing soprano if he tried, and giving in to his body's urges would just confuse the issues in hand.
(for the official red hot excerpt click here)
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Blurb:
Lay back and think of England, she could do this. It was only sex, after all. Auctioning off her virginity was the easy part—going through with it not so easy.  When Alice realizes who has acquired her, keeping her emotions out of the deal seems an impossible task.

Self-made billionaire Lakota, Lance Kemnay has no time for women, let alone one, who would sell her virginity to the highest bidder. Ever practical, however, he sees in Alice a solution to his immediate need for a wife. The emotions she stirs in him are just lust, and lust can be dealt with. As they connect emotionally and physically, his resolve to keep his heart aloof is tested beyond limits.
        
Can he trust his tender feelings, or has he been taken for a fool by the one woman he thought he could trust?
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Author Bio:

Glutton for punishment would be a good description for Doris... at least that's what she hears on an almost daily basis when people find out that she has a brood of nine children, ranging from adult to toddler and lives happily in a far too small house, cluttered with children, pets, dust bunnies, and one very understanding and supportive husband. Domestic goddess she is not.
There is always something better to do after all, like working on the latest manuscript and trying not to scare the locals even more than usual by talking out loud to the voices in her head. Her characters tend to be pretty insistent to get their stories told, and you will find Doris burning the midnight oil on a regular basis. Only time to get any peace and quiet and besides, sleep is for wimps.
She likes to spin sensual, sassy, and sexy tales involving alpha heroes to die for, and heroines who give as good as they get. From contemporary to paranormal, BDSM to F/F, and Ménage, haunting love stories are guaranteed.
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CONTEST
I am giving away two copies of The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin. Follow me on my tour and leave a comment on each stop. Every comment is an entry into the contest. I will pick winners by random selection on Monday 27th May.
In addition I am giving away a copy from my back list on each stop.  Good Luck, and thanks for reading.
Here are the stops:
Tuesday 21st May http://liv-honeywell.com/

6 comments:

  1. Thanks for having me, Barbara :-)

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  2. A great plot , intense attraction and great sub characters and hea if possible

    caiidynsmommie(at)gmail(dot)com

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    1. Yep, you certainly need all those :-)

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  3. Thank you once again for hosting me on my tour :-)

    I have the winners picked by random selection.

    On this blog, winning a copy from my back list is: Chynarey

    Congratulations! I'll be in touch to see which one you would like.

    Congrats also to the two over all winners:

    Chynarey and Toni Sands

    You have each won a copy of The Billionaire's Unwanted Virgin.

    Thanks so much to everyone who commented and followed me on my tour :-)

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