His Treat

by Bloom, Penelope

  “Here’s how you put food on the table,” Grammy said. “Seduction. The power of the vagina. Suppress the man’s will to resist. Overcome his--”

  “That’s probably enough, Grammy,” Hailey said softly. “This is Thanksgiving, not a Communist rally.”

  William bulged his eyes in delight and held his hand out for Hailey to fist-bump him. She discreetly pushed her small fist against his.

  Grammy gave Hailey a side eye, then took an impressive bite out of her turkey leg. “Well,” she said through a mouthful of food. “Deny the power between your legs all you want. Just means more for me.”

  William tilted his head. “I’m not sure you really thought that statement through.”

  She pointed her fork at him from across the table. “And I’m not sure you want another ass-whooping for back talking me, do you, boy?”

  “You fought dirty, and I was drunk. And I was just doing the gentlemanly thing by letting you win.”

  “Pussy,” she said with a sideways smile.

  William glared.

  We finished the rest of the meal without much drama, except for an occasional fight between William and Grammy or a teasing match between Bruce and William. It was the first time since I’d arrived in Paris that I wanted to stop absorbing the views around me and the new experience. I let my mind close off to everything but the familiar sounds of the people I’d quickly come to think of as part of my family, and I felt like I was home again.

  Ryan and I were by ourselves in the apartment a few hours later after saying our goodbyes and wishing everyone well before their trips back home. I still couldn’t quite believe they’d all managed to fly to Paris just to have Thanksgiving dinner with us, but then I remembered William and Bruce probably had private jets and probably hardly thought twice about the expense of flying everyone over.

  Ryan was typing up an email on his laptop at the kitchen table, and he was making his concentration face that I always thought was so sexy. I moved up behind him and hugged his neck. “Thank you for today. It was like you knew how bad I’d need that little dose of home.”

  He kissed my arm. It was such a casual gesture, but it made me feel warm all over. In a lot of ways, it almost scared me how quickly I’d fallen into feeling somehow like an old couple with him but also having the fireworks every time we touched. It was the best of both worlds. The comfort and ease of an old, well-worn relationship where you never had to worry about being judged or hiding who you were, but I still laid awake every night giddy with the thought that he was mine and I was his--that despite all the odds, we’d found a way to make it work.

  He’d shown another side of himself since coming here, too. He was more supportive of my dream than I could’ve ever hoped for. He admired me and appreciated my passion, regardless of how many people were quick to dismiss art as a silly pursuit. Ryan loved that I was strong, and it made me want to be stronger still.

  "You're welcome for bringing the band of misfits to Paris for you, Turkey."

  “You’re totally not getting any action tonight. You know that, right?”

  He stood, taking me by the waist and walking me back to the nearest wall until I thudded softly against it. He bit his lip in that obnoxiously sexy way that made me feel powerless. “That sounds like a challenge, Turkey.”

  “Stop it,” I laughed.

  “I wonder if there are any feathers under here…” his fingertip trailed down the neckline of my dress as he pulled, popping one button free. “Oh, even better. Turkey breasts.”

  I swatted at him, but he caught my hand and kissed my palm. His smile faded, and his eyes grew more serious as he met my gaze. “I think I’m falling in love with you.”

  My went tight in my chest. “Is this part of your turkey stuffing ritual, or are you being serious?”

  “I’m being serious. And no, it’s not ‘I think,” he shook his head, eyebrows drawn together. “It is. I love you.”

  “I love you too, Turkey,” I said.

  “You can’t--”

  “I can’t?” I asked, laughing as I walked him toward the bed and pushed him down. “Maybe you’re the one who should get stuffed.”

  “Woah, woah, woah. I’ll tell you what I told the security guard at the airport. I don’t do butt stuff.”

  I climbed on top of him and leaned down to kiss him. He tasted so good. He always did. His hands slid across my back and then he gripped my ass and squeezed.

  “Well,” he said. “I’m not opposed to butt stuff if you’re the one on the receiving end.”

  “Not happening,” I said.

  “Yet.”

  “Ever.”

  “We’ll revisit the topic. Let’s say, next week?”

  “Next year.”

  “You drive a hard bargain, but it’s a deal. I’ll mark it as butt day on my calendar. We can--”

  “Maybe you should stop talking and start stuffing. Turkey.”

  He flipped me over to my back and climbed on top with a grin. “You’re going to enjoy regretting that.”

  I laughed. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

  “It will,” he said with a smirk that was absolutely loaded with promise.

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  If the books in this series are the first you’ve read by me, most of my other work generally has less humor. I still slide moments in here and there, but these books have been a much-needed mental break for me where I can write about something that’s not as heavy while I get over some of the frustrating things I’ve been dealing with in the real world.

  Hope you loved it!

  P.S. Stay tuned for more from this series. I’ve got some exciting possibilities in the works that I can’t talk about quite yet, but there will be more Objects of Attraction books in the near future!

  xx

  Penelope

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  My new boss likes rules, but there's one nobody dares to break...

  No touching his banana.

  Seriously. The guy is like a potassium addict.

  Of course, I touched it.

  If you want to get technical, I actually put it in my mouth.

  I chewed it up, too... I even swallowed.

  I know. Bad, bad, girl.

  Then I saw him, and believe it or not, choking on a guy's banana does not make the best first impression.

  I should backtrack a little here. Before I ever touched a billionaire’s banana, I got my first real assignment as a business reporter. This wasn’t the same old bottom-of-the-barrel assignment I always got. I wasn’t going to interview a garbage man about his favorite routes or write a piece on how picking up dog poop from people’s yards is the next big thing.

  Nope. None of the above, thank you very much.

  This was my big break. My chance to prove I wasn’t a bumbling, clumsy, accident-prone walking disaster. I was infiltrating Galleon Enterprises to follow up on suspicions of corruption.

  Cue the James Bond music.

  I could do this. All I had to do was land the position as an intern and nail my interview with Bruce Chamberson.

  Forget the fact that he looked like somebody carved him out of liquid female desire, then sprinkled on some "makes men question their sexuality" for good measure. I needed to make this work. No accidents. No disasters. No clumsiness. All I needed to do was hold it together for less than an hour.

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nbsp; Fast forward to the conference room before the interview, and that's where you would find me with a banana in my hand. A banana that literally had his name on it in big, black sharpie. It was a few seconds later when he walked in and caught me yellow-handed. A few seconds after that was when he hired me.

  Yeah. I know. It didn't seem like a good sign to me, either.

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  William and Hailey’s story can be found in Her Cherry (#5 Bestseller on Amazon and Wall Street Journal Bestseller!).

  How’d I meet her?

  Well, a gentleman never brags.

  Thankfully, I’m no gentleman.

  First, I paid for her cherry (pie, but that’s not the point),

  Next, I deflowered her.

  After that? I left my business card and walked out like I owned the place.

  Yeah, you could say we hit it off.

  Hailey

  How did I meet William?

  He walked into my bakery, bought a cherry pie, stole a vase of flowers—I still have no idea what he wanted with them—and left his business card.

  Before I say what I did with the business card, I should clarify something:

  William couldn’t have walked into my life at a worse time.

  My bakery was failing.

  My creepy ex refused to leave me alone.

  Oh, and I was a twenty-five-year-old virgin, a fact my friends refused to stop hassling me about.

  Fixing my little virginity problem with William would be like swatting a fly with a hammer. Overkill, but the best kind.

  William was stupid hot, the kind of hot that makes women do stupid things. The kind of hot that made me think crazy things. Like thinking the fly wouldn’t even mind getting hammered by William and his washboard abs. That makes two of us.

  So I called him.

  Maybe it was against my better judgment. Maybe I was stepping into a disaster waiting to happen.

  I knew I was in trouble when he chuckled in that deep, sexy voice of his over the phone and said, “I’m still craving your cherry. Do you deliver?”

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  I have written more or less in three distinct styles since I started two years ago. This is a more detailed breakdown of how to find which of my books might suit your interest the most:

  Laugh out loud funny:

  His Banana: It’s not so funny that it leaves sexy and steamy by the wayside, but there are several moments that should have you laughing out loud.

  Her Cherry (coming this August): Maybe even a little funnier than His Banana, at least as far as I can tell. I’m in the middle of writing this one right now, but I’m so excited to see what everyone thinks. I think it’s going to be such a fun book!

  Lighter Humor:

  I won’t go into every book here, because no one would read all that, but these books don’t focus as much on silly situations. There’s more emphasis on the drama of the relationship and all the usual things you’ve come to know and love in a romance. However, I generally think it’s safe to say that you’ll find comic relief in a few situations, as well as with many of the side characters in these books.

  Single Dad Next Door: Mechanic gets a new neighbor, and it just so happens he needs a wife if he wants to keep his grandfather’s shop. The only problem is he hates his new neighbor.

  This is the book I’d recommend starting with to get a taste for my lighter romantic comedies. It has one of my all-time favorite scenes that I still smile to think about. It was also the first romantic comedy I wrote, and if you’re like me, it’s fun to read through an author’s catalog chronologically so you can watch them grow.

  Mafia:

  I’ve done two styles of Mafia books in my career. The first series (the Citrione Crime Family) is violent, punchy, sexy, and pretty in-your-face. The men are alpha and there’s kidnapping, gunfights, and all kinds of drama. If you enjoy a side of action with your romance, my debut novel, “His” is the best place to start.

  If you like the mafia to be more in the background than the foreground of the story, and you don’t enjoy all the violence and physical action, “Baby for the Beast” and “Baby for the Brute” are the two books for you. These spend more time focusing on the development of the relationship, but the mafia aspect still weaves itself into the story, just not in a violent sense.

  BDSM:

  Just like mafia, I’ve done a couple styles of BDSM books. One universal in my BDSM books was my goal of writing BDSM for people (like me) who are kind of put off by all the extreme elements of the kink. Everything is consensual, the Dom’s are responsible (with the exception of forgetting a condom here and there for story purposes *wink*) and all the tools and toys used are light and cause no serious harm.

  My most popular book across all categories by far was Knocked Up by the Dom. It’s the book that ended up on the USA Today Bestseller list. If you like all the background plot to be out of the way and you want a spotlight shining right on the relationship, this is the book for you. It also comes out of the gate very very steamy and doesn’t let up. The three “Knocked Up” books are probably the most smutty books in my catalog.

  My BDSM books outside the Knocked Up series have a much lighter tone. The Dom’s Virgin is a good place to start if you like romantic comedy and BDSM. If you feel like reading something completely different than anything you’ve likely read in romance, you can also check out Punished by the Prince (kind of a fantasy/BDSM/royalty/romance mashup with action and world-building).

  Enemies to Lovers:

  This is a category that, like the laugh out loud books, I plan to add more to this year. If you don’t want the dislike between the hero and heroine to be mostly superficial, give these books a try. They tend to be longer than my usual books and you may have to give the hero a chance before you warm up to them, but if I do my job, you’ll end up loving them in the end!

  Savage: Currently, this is my only published enemies to lovers book, but I’m confident it’s one you’ll enjoy. I also wrote a book called Hate at First Sight, but it won’t be live on Amazon until around September or October. Keep an eye out for it though, I think it’s a truly powerful book and maybe the best I’ve ever written. I can’t wait to share it with everyone!

  Also By Penelope Bloom

  My Most Recent Books

  His Banana (top 8 Best Seller and 3 weeks on the Amazon most sold list!)

  Baby for the Beast (#60 Best Seller)

  Baby for the Brute (We don’t have to talk about rank on this one, do we?)

  Savage (#20 Best Seller)

  The Dom’s Bride (#40 Best Seller)

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  (Babies for the Doms)

  Knocked Up and Punished (top 21 Best Seller)

  Knocked Up by the Master (top 12 Best Seller)

  Knocked Up by the Dom (USA Today Bestselling Novel and #8 ranked Bestseller)

  * * *

  (The Citrione Crime Family)

  His (Book 1)

  Mine (Book 2)

  Dark (Book 3)

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  Punished (top 40 Best Seller)

  Single Dad Next Door (top 12 Best Seller)

  The Dom’s Virgin (top 22 Best Seller)

  Punished by the Prince (top 28 Best Seller)

  Single Dad’s Virgin (top 10 Best Seller)

  Single Dad’s Hostage (top 40 Best Seller)

  The Bodyguard

  Miss Matchmaker

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