Romance Author J.M.Davies Rise to Fame & Fortune : Guest Author Holly J. Gill

I have great pleasure in welcoming my guest author today Holly. J- Gill Holly who is a wife, mum and nana to twins all the way from England. In her spare time she likes to write different genre's erotic and romance novels. Holly has been writing all her life since she can remember, having a wild imagination. When at school she wrote long essays of soft love and got told of by the teacher to make them shorter... like that stopped her writing. Then when Holly was 19 she started writing erotic fiction. Her imagination never lacks ideas, Holly loves all aspects of research to make a good novel. In her spare time she likes being with her family, visiting friends, reading, listening to music, watching movies and travelling the gorgeous British countryside.

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Title: Italian Playboy

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Author: Holly J. Gill
Genres: #Romantic #Erotica #BDSM #adult #language #18+ #HollyJGill #Italianplayboy

Can A Playboy Ever Be Tamed?

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I’m an arrogant, self-righteous Italian guy who only thinks through one thing… I never see the same woman twice – it’s my rule. I throw the most outrageously wicked and sexy parties for my own satisfaction and relish on women like I do my fine dining. I’m a playboy by day and a playboy by night. They call me the Italian Playboy and I love it! Only, all of that changed one night when a dark haired beauty stepped into one of my sex parties. From the moment I laid eyes on her, I had to have her. But no sooner than my eyes had met her naked body, she was gone. I had to find her. And I wouldn’t stop until I did.

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“Okay so you want grand, extreme and flamboyant.

How about I put some ideas together and send them over?”

“Are you not bringing them to me?”

“No”

“Tut, tut,” he said, wagging his finger at me. “Correction, you will bring them to me. I like the personal touch,” he quirked the corner of his mouth and winked.

He walked away like some goddamn prince.

“I think we should call a meeting ASAP.” I called after him.

“Absolutely, tomorrow, but remember,” he said, stood at the other side of the room, “I’m a busy man. I don’t hang around.”

He ambled back towards me. I stood digesting he

information.

“I can make some plans and see what you think.”

“Perfect, by the way cute ass and that blouse does nothing for your tits.”

“I wasn’t aware I asked your opinion.”

“You didn’t, but I bet when you’re wearing the right clothes you look scorching.” He wagged his brow.

The man clearly loved himself.

“Anyway, I need to be leaving. I have to put ideas together, if you could send me your e-mail address I can send ideas to you.”

“Bring your ideas to me. We have already discussed this it will give me a chance to admire you again, we could have a drink,” he cheekily grinned.

“I am simply working here on a project, not here for you to drool over.”

“Shame, I was hoping to try and get in your knickers, if you wear them, but looking at you, I’d say you’re wearing those big unsexy pants."

I choked on my saliva.

“Do you hold no shame?”

“No, not really, I am addicted to pussy. Now, I want you to bring the designs to me, no further ifs or buts…I am the one paying for you and expect,” he in fumed me with his cologne. “Something mind-fucking-blowing. If you catch my drift.”

I agreed.

“Fine, I will put some ideas together and bring them to you tomorrow."

“You’re leaving so soon,” he said, disappointed.

“I am a busy woman, Mr. Valentino. I have another client to see today.”

“I hope he doesn’t stare at your ass and tits."

I shot him a glare, narrowing my eyes.