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The Victorian Boss-Fantasy LLC

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As many of you know I’ve been slowly revamping my back titles. I had a whole bunch of stories that were previously published by Cobblestone Press. Some of them I wanted to give a total makeover while others, a slight tweak. I had one called The Hamilton Men that had been part of my Big Bad Bosses trilogy. It was one of my favorites and I didn’t want to do too much to it. I came up with the idea of making it part of another established series and Fantasy LLC has become its new home.

It’s now told in first person, present tense, and this time Fantasy LLC has delved into some time travel.

Here’s the synopsis and an excerpt. BTW, this is the first time I’ve made my own book cover so I hope you like it.


Fantasy LLC, an exclusive organization where only a lucky few get to live out their wildest sexual dreams and let their inhibitions run free.


It’s not for the faint of heart and money or fame can’t buy you a way in.


An anonymous panel of philanthropists decides who will be the lucky recipient of the month. Application forms and essays are judged on their creativity and how turned on they get by what the applicant wishes for.


Winners are everyday people, bored housewives, teachers, doctors, virgins, and people just like Mathilda Wellington who was lucky enough to be picked as this month’s recipient…


Mathilda works in a library and her favorite area that houses the Victorian erotica. When she dares to write to Fantasy LLC describing how she’d like to be transported to Victorian England and be a maid in the home of a sexy British man, she has no idea that she’s going to live each minute as if it’s really happening.


Can time travel really happen…Mathilda’s about to find out…


 

Excerpt-

“Thank you, sir.”


“That’s the second time you’ve blushed.”


“I’m sorry, sir.”


“No reason to apologize.”


He puts his hand on top of mine. “Soft too. I would imagine they’d feel wonderful on my body.”


My hand shakes as he holds it and run his index finger over each knuckle, paying special attention to the indentions between them.


“Is there anything else I can get you, sir?” I don’t know what else to say or what to do.


“Some toast, and a generous helping of the kedgeree.”


He finally releases my hand. I manage to walk to the table where the food sits in silver dishes. My legs shake, wondering what he’ll do next when I return to the table.


I place the food in front of him, and as I turn, I can’t be one hundred percent positive, but I’m sure he just touched my bottom. I freeze on the spot.


“I can’t see your face, but I’m guessing you’re blushing again.”


It wasn’t my imagination. He did touch me.


“No, sir.”


“That’s all for now. Go back to Mrs. Williams, and she’ll tell you what to do next.”