Read all four parts of The Alphabet Game in one complete volume.
Stella Mulroney is playing a game. It’s taken her two years but she finally has an interview at Gregory & Sons, the top London law firm that looks after her stepfather’s interests. She plans to discover what her Multi-millionaire Stepdaddy really invests in and bring him down. Unwittingly, she’s caught the attention of Hot Alpha Gabriel ‘Gabe’ Gregory, son of her Stepfather’s top Lawyer. He wants to know why Stella has such a need for revenge and would prefer her to channel that fury into a game of his own, ‘The Alphabet Game’. After all, his is much more fun to play. With a thoroughly evil bad guy, secrets, lies, murder, twists, turns, hot sex and love, this is a game not to be missed …
Genre: Erotic Fiction
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I wanted a ‘hook’ for the book, something different to other books in the genre. The idea of setting the whole book around the Alphabet, that a sexy game could be played between the main characters while a huge cat and mouse game is played throughout the book, came to mind. The characters wouldn’t stop chatting in my head. I love Stella and Gabe.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
I don’t. They appear in my head!!
Getting sexually accosted in Starbucks wasn’t on my to-do list.
My stiletto heels were sharp, like the angles of my razor cut bob and one tapped on the floor as I stood in line, impatient to get my hands on a Latte. The intense aromas in the shop made me crave my morning drink even more. I’d not had time for one before I’d left my apartment this morning, anxious to be punctual for my appointment. I stared ahead at the menu board, careful to avoid catching anyone else’s eye. My lips with their natural pout, enhanced by rose gloss, smacked together as I anticipated my interview at Gregory & Sons, a firm of Solicitors in Westminster in just shy of an hour’s time. Every time I thought of it, butterflies tingled in my stomach.
Lost in the menu, I jump as a warm body brushes past my own, so close I can identify him as male. I turn around, a flash of fire in my cheeks, eyes narrowing.
‘I must apologise, I completely misjudged how to get past.’
I take in the businessman in front of me, holding his drink with a firm hand. His laptop bag hangs over a broad shoulder. Dark brown hair curls around the nape of his neck, like he’s so damn sexy even his hair wants to cop a feel. His icy grey eyes indicate the casualness of his apology, echoed in his mocking tone.
I tuck my long fringe behind my ear and turn back to face the front. I’m better off just ignoring the creep, hot or not.
‘Seriously, it was an accident. I’m not a pervert, honest.’
I remain facing the front but shrug my shoulders.
‘Well actually,’ he whispers and I shiver as his cool breath tickles my ear, ‘I can be a little perverted, with the right woman.’
I give up and turn towards him, ‘Look, I’m just waiting in line for a coffee, creep, so can you cease the schmooze and bog off? My only interest this morning is in caffeine.’
He sighs, giving me puppy dog eyes and clutches his free hand to his heart. I watch as he begins to speak, noticing he has a larger top than bottom lip. It looks plump and lush and if he wasn’t a psycho I’d be tempted to bite it. I move my gaze to his hand. Now I’m wondering how well defined his pecs are under that shirt. I think I’d better request an ice cold mocha.
‘I’m jealous of caffeine. I can’t help it if your beauty knocked me sideways on this gorgeous Wednesday morning. Please forgive me. I shall go and weep into my flat white.’
I sigh, ‘go away,’ and I turn back to the counter, where the queue has moved up and I hadn’t noticed.
I order my drink. I feel the loss of his presence and so turn around to see where he’s gone. He’s taken a seat in the corner and is opening his laptop. He sees me, winks and goes back to his screen.
Damn. Why did he have to catch me looking at him?
Typically there are no free seats by the time I’m served, so I wander over to where he’s sitting.
‘Can I sit here without you leering at me? Can you reign yourself in?’
He laughs. ‘I’ll do my best.’ Then he goes back to his screen.
I sip my drink. He’s gone from full on flirting to ignoring me. Weirdo. I get out my mobile and check it for messages. My eyes keep leaving the mobile and checking him out. Sexy, hot weirdo. His shirt is open and I see a small smattering of dark chest hair. I feel my nipples harden under my blouse. Christ behave Stella, I tell myself. It’s been so long since I’ve been flirted with that I’m disappointed a pervert hasn’t carried on.
I see the time on my mobile and realise it’s time for my interview. I take a last drink of my coffee. My hand trembles slightly as I replace the cup on the saucer. I take a deep breath.
Sexy hot weirdo looks up, ‘You okay?’
I flick my hair, ‘Fine thanks. Have a nice day.’
‘You too. I hope to bump into you again soon.’ He holds out his hand to shake mine.
I look at him and smile. ‘I’m not shaking your hand, heaven knows where it’s been. See ya.’
I turn on my heels and walk out of the coffee shop.
Andie M. Long is a bonkers mother of one, who spends most of her time when not working as a Research Administrator/Medical Secretary on Facebook. She has a long suffering partner.
Author of the erotic novel The Alphabet Game and drama/suspense Underneath,
she has several published short stories and poems; including an upcoming release for Cracked Eye. Andie has a regular blog at www.wordbohemia.com, ‘The Emergence of the Invisible Writer.’
Andie will be signing at Orchard Book Event, Peterborough, UK in March 2015, Tattooed Bad Boys Event, York, UK April 2015, Dublin July 2015 and Silver City Signing, Aberdeen, August 2015. For details keep in touch at www.facebook.com/andiemlongwriter
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