Being Mrs. Blakemore

by Olivia Gaines

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

  BEING MRS. BLAKEMORE

  First edition. August 2, 2013.

  Copyright © 2013 Olivia Gaines.

  ISBN: 978-1502272720

  Written by Olivia Gaines.

  Davonshire House Publishing

  PO Box 9716

  Augusta, GA 30916

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales to persons, living or dead, are entirely a coincidence.

  © 2013 Olivia Gaines

  Editor: Patriotic Poodle Productions, Summerville, SC

  Proofreader: Amanda Beaty Chambers, http://bit.ly/NdyHOs

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  All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means whatsoever. For information address, Davonshire House Publishing, PO Box 9716, Augusta, GA 30916.

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  What Readers Have Said

  Letter to My Mother

  I read “Letter to My Mother..." tonight. Excellent! .... It had me spellbound from the beginning! I thought I'd read a few pages, then finish in a day or two—-but I couldn't put it down! And the length was perfect! Looking forward to reading the others! – Dorothy Wheeler Johnson

  I must say, I never get a chance to sit down and read any other books except the bible. I am now reading a letter to my mother which has captivated my attention until I just want to sit home and read this book on Kindle and my tablet. I am in tears. - Dellavon McCurdy

  Lizzie’s Vengeance

  I love the fast pace of your story line, getting to the points with enough detail to describe, and the words painted a picture in my mind then moved on ... – Dora James

  Two Nights in Vegas

  I'm glad I got this wonderful short read. I WAS BREATHLESS and loved this so much I hope to read more about Marc and Nadine. I so loved this thanks for making me hot and bothered Olivia Gaines! – Sharon Bell

  I love it. It was raw sexual, hot and tantalizing to the imagination. Can't wait to read what happens with the second chapter of Nadine and the mystery man. – Dora James

  The Perfect Man?

  The "I just don't have time to read" excuse is null and void now. Olivia Gaines writes for the busy reader. She'll keep you engaged from cover to cover without the extra fluff. – Ruebena Thomas

  A Few More Nights

  This book was good and very funny to me. I must say that I re-read the chapter where she went to Alaska 3 times and put it in my favorites to read again. If you read no other parts of the book you should read that part. I laughed so hard, couldn't believe what I was reading, and read it again. Toooooo funny! - Membsie

  DEDICATION

  For my Mimi & Colette

  “Easy reading is damn hard writing.”

  -Nathaniel Hawthorne

  ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

  To all the fans, friends and supporters of the dream as well as the Facebook community of writers who keep me focused, inspired and moving forward.

  Write On!

  Table of Contents

  Prologue-On My Way to the Market

  Chapter 1-Imminent Danger

  Chapter 2- I Now Pronounce You

  Chapter 3- Being Mrs. Blakemore

  Chapter 4- Hmm...Here’s the Problem

  Chapter 5- Getting On Top of Things

  Chapter 6- Dancing With the Hornet

  Chapter 7- Well, Somebody Has to Die

  Chapter 8- Poking the Hornet’s Nest

  Chapter 9- This Way Mrs. Blakemore

  Chapter 10- How Was The Vacation?

  Epilogue

  Prologue-On the Way to the Market

  Odessa dreamed that she woke up covered in a sticky sweat, wearing a wedding ring and handcuffed to a white man. One finger was used to tap at his shoulder to wake him, but instead of rousting him from his sleep, he rolled over and threw a massive paw on her breast. She sat straight up in the bed, forcing her eyes to focus as she reoriented her brain to her surroundings. She was still in her quarters on the cruise ship enjoying a Mexican vacation.

  She heard the horn sounding and knew they had docked in Puerto Vallarta. It was a good trip thus far, with stops in Cabo San Lucas, La Paz, and Loreta. She had departed the ship before with sight-seeing groups, but decided today, she was feeling lucky, and ventured off on her own. The main drag from the ship was loaded with over-priced items that were probably made in China and shipped back to Mexico. She wanted authentic Mexican items for her patio, and took a side street to the market place. She spotted the black car that had been following her for the last three blocks.

  Erring on the side of caution, she turned back on the street she had come down only to be faced with a gang of thugs. Each direction she headed, she would run into another group of scary men, and fear was starting to set in as she realized the men were herding her. Odessa was in trouble and if she did not think fast, by nightfall, she could be on a bus headed to a private marketplace to be sold to the highest bidder.

  There! A cantina, maybe someone there could help her. She spotted the man in the hat, she slowed down and gazed at him. He looked very similar to the one she dreamed about. When he spotted her, he stood up and waved. Right now, he was the only thing that stood between her and a sorrowful end. He was her winner today.

  Chapter 1-Imminent Danger

  Saxton Blakemore sat in Maria’s Cantina to escape the heat of the day. It was constantly obvious when the cruise ships were in port; there were always lovely young things wandering about the streets in pairs, purchasing cheap items they did not need, labeled “Made in Mexico”, but actually shipped in from China. There were very seldom any surprises in these young women—eyes devoid of any true light and conversation devoid of any true meaning. On occasion, he would buy one a drink, and have a few passionate moments in an alley, followed by a blatant lie, “I’ll call you when I get back to the U.S.”

  It had been six months since the last time he was back in the U.S. and a few months since his last back alley excursion. Saxton was bored, tired, and plain ready to go home to something normal. From under the brim of his hat, he first spotted the elongated chocolate legs that seemed to go on forever, then he spied the four sets of feet trailing close behind. She seemed to be alone, headed for peril, and totally oblivious of the danger that was approaching. “Awwww, hell,” he muttered to himself as he raised his hand, “Hey, Baby, I’m over here!”

  She looked at him with a face full of confusion. Those big brown eyes of hers caught him unaware and he stood frozen, trying to remember what he was doing. His eyes slowly wandered to the four men following her and to his utter and sheer amazement, she understood. A hand was thrown up in the air to wave back at him as she made a quick trot across the street to rendezvous. She walked up to him and slapped his face, “That is for making me come look for you!” Then she planted a kiss on his lips, “And this is because I am so damned happy to see you.”

  Saxton didn’t know who this woman was, but she comprehended what the men were attempting to do. He wrapped his arms around her and held her close, whispering in her ear, “You must have spotted them as well.”

  “Of course I missed you too, Baby!” she said flashing him a really big smile. “They were herding me,” she whispered. Saxton looked over her shoulder to see the men were moving in closer. He frowned when he saw Mateo’s black car on the corner. Mateo was a dirty little bastard who specialized in human traf
ficking; the more exotic the beauty, the higher the dollar amount. This woman was a looker. Covered in a dark sheen of cocoa, the whites of her eyes made the light brown irises stand out, appearing as if she were reading your mind. She must have been reading his; she followed along with his instructions.

  “If you don’t want to be their entertainment for tonight, you may want to kiss me and put everything you’ve got into it, starting right now,” he said as he pretended to wipe the tear from her cheek.

  “I’m climbing up Big Guy, catch me,” she told him as she sprang into his arms and wrapped her legs around his hips, lowering her face to his while kissing him with everything she had. Leaving nothing out or anything to chance, their tongues dueled as she added moans and noises while tugging at his hair. She slowly lowered her legs, planting her feet back on the ground, as she whispered in his ear, “Do you think that may have convinced them?”

  Saxton was a bit dazed and it took him a minute to find his words, “I know it convinced the shit out of me and I don’t even care what they think.”

  For the first time since she noticed the men following her, Odessa Trodat was able to crack a smile. She knew she was in trouble, and so did this man. Right now, he was the only thing that stood between her and being someone’s pet. Saxton wasn’t sure how Mateo was going to handle this, but at this moment, he was caring about someone other than himself.

  “Saxto....mi amigo....and who is this beauty?” asked Mateo Rentería, the cousin of the leader of Nueva Generación, a ruthless gang of drug dealers who were an offspring of the Zetas, one of Mexico’s most powerful cartels. All Saxton had to do was get her back to her boat and everything would be fine. He just needed her to play along for a few more minutes.

  Odessa piped up, “I am the fiancé he left hanging at the altar for our wedding which was three weeks ago; you promised me you’d be back in time, which is why I came looking for him!”

  Mateo found great humor in her statement and looked at Saxton with a glint in his eye that made him very uncomfortable. Mateo asked the obvious, “You take a cruise ship to Mexico to look for your runaway man?”

  “My runaway man was supposed to be on that ship with me celebrating our honeymoon. You know cruise ships—no refunds....”

  He pinched his new fiancée praying she would shut the hell up and let him handle this. “You were to marry Saxto? And Saxto no show, you cruise all alone, and think you come find him......” Mateo, a vindictive little fart, was well known for carrying a golden handled machete, often dripping with the blood of some poor individual, unlucky enough to cross his path. Mateo also had a nasty little habit of intentionally leaving the N off of Saxton’s name as an extra irritant in Saxton’s eye. That was just one other thing that made Mateo such a dirty little turd; the next was his vicious sense of humor.

  Before there was time for Saxton to open his mouth or say another word, one hand cuff was snapped on his wrist and the other on the raven-skinned beauty. Referring to himself in third person, “Mateo make sure he never get away again, Belleza Negra!” At gunpoint, Saxton and Odessa were ushered into the back seat of Mateo’s Mercedes and she immediately noticed there were no handles on the inside of the doors.

  “Should I start panicking now?”

  Saxton shook his head no, “Not yet.”

  “That man had a bloody machete....I think I need to panic.”

  Saxton shook his head no again, “Not yet.”

  The drive took about 45 minutes before they pulled into a sprawling Mexican villa. Beautiful women lounged by the pool while armed guards patrolled the parapets, the veranda and the grounds. Odessa experienced a moment of fear as a niggling thought popped up in the back of her head, what if these two were in on it together and they were going to use her like a dirty mop at an all you can eat buffet. As the doors of the car were opened by two guards carrying assault weapons, she asked the question again, and once more he shook his head no, giving the same reply, “Not yet.” Saxton placed his hand in the small of her back as they exited the car, she was pushed toward the large wooden doors.

  The tiled walkway that led to the main house was expertly maintained. The intricate detail on the tile was amazing and her eyes wandered about the gardens, taking it all in. They passed a room full of women in various states of undress, many looked to be strung out on something, while others were in the process of stringing themselves out on white powders, needles, and whatever was in that skeleton shaped bottle. A half-naked raven-haired woman, bounded from the room, “Saxton, Saxton...” making a beeline for him. Odessa stepped in front of him, holding out her hand, “Back up chica, he is mine.”

  Odessa looked back at Saxton, giving him the sister girl neck roll and he could not help but smile. Hugo Degaldo, first lieutenant of the Nueva Generación descended the stairs followed by the leader of the group as well as a priest. Saxton began to swear under his breath, as he stepped in front of his literal ball and chain, and pulled her arm around his waist. He could feel her shaking as he tried to reassure her with a comforting rub to her hand.

  “Buenos Tardes, Seňor Rentería,” Saxton said, attempting to sound calmer than he felt. Two children appeared from nowhere with a basket of golden rings as they tried several upon Saxton & Odessa’s fingers before finding two rings that fit. As quickly as they appeared, they disappeared and Odessa mumbled into his back, “Okay, I am starting to freak out, what is going on?”

  He turned to face her, smiling at her with a set of pearly whites that would make any dentist proud, “I do hope you find me attractive.”

  She peered over his shoulder at the group moving in closer to them. “Why is that important?”

  “Because that nice priest is about to marry us.”

  Odessa stepped out from behind him and rolled her neck again, “Say what?”

  Saxton stared deep into her widened eyes, planted a small kiss on the side of her lips, “Now is not the time to start panicking, Baby. You stay calm, we stay alive.”

  A matronly woman came from the top of the stairs and brought a bridal veil and some flowers, as they turned to face the priest, he asked a few questions in English, and proceeded. The ceremony was quick, Odessa thought she said I do, someone threw some rice, they took some shots of tequila, ate some roasted pork, and were sent to a bedroom where the door was locked behind them. Saxton refused to ask if she had been intimate with a man before and stood there staring at her hoping her quick thinking skills would translate to acting.

  “We only have a half hour before they come back for us,” he told her as he took off his boots, and jeans, urging her to do the same and pulled back the covers.

  “And just what do you think we are going to do?”

  Saxton whispered at her, “You are going to take off those pants, leave on your undies, climb in this bed and pretend I am giving you the best 20 minutes of your life. Not too loud though, they are watching; we don’t want them to try and join in.”

  “What the fu......,” was all she was able to say before his mouth covered hers and they tumbled to the bed. His hands worked quickly as he pulled off her jeans and sandals, and threw them across the room, he whispered, “Wrap your legs around my waist.”

  He pulled the sheet up over them, as he covered her body with his own, resting his weight on his fore arms, as he began slowly rocking back and forth to make the bed squeak. He nuzzled his face in her neck and was whispering sweet endearments which made her truly prickly. “There’s a camera in the corner. We are being filmed; make it believable,” he rocked the bed, shifting his legs, and moaning loudly. He raised his head, still rocking the bed as if they were in coital coupling, and in a low whisper to her ear asked, “So, where you from?”

  Chapter 2- A Couple of Busy Bees

  Odessa was at a loss for words. This whole scenario was surreal. She was handcuffed to a strange man she thought she just married, locked in a bedroom, in the house of a notorious drug kingpin, pretending to make love to her fake husband. “I’m from Dallas,” she
whispered as she pretended to scratch at his back while moaning, “Oh yeah, yes, yes, I missed you so much Baby.”

  He continued the conversation, “I am sorry about all this, but my name is Saxton. Saxton Blakemore.” This, he followed with a smack on her ass, mumbling, “Oh yeah, that feels so good, Baby.”

  Not to be outdone, she pulled his hair, “Oh my Gheeerrrrd, Saxton, oh, oh...,” which prompted him to stop rocking and look down at her, mouthing the word, Really? Odessa hunched her shoulders, whispering back at him, “I’m just following your lead.”

  Saxton checked his watch, whispered it would be another few minutes, then asked, “What is your name?”

  “Odessa Trodat.”

  He stopped moving again, gave a loud grunt, rolled his hips, added a moan, yelled an expletive, then looked back at her, “Seriously, your name is Odessa and you are from Dallas?”

  “Yep, my parents loved to travel, but didn’t get out much,” she told him as she bit his shoulder, cried out his name, and yelled, “Oh My Ghhherrrrrrrrd!”

  “Stop that! You are making me laugh. Let’s wrap this up.” He picked up the pace of his bed bouncing, “I like a big finish; are you ready?”

  “Come on Big Daddy, that’s it, work me, oh yeah,” she looked up at him with a wide grin on her face.

  “I swear when this is over, I am going to help them kill you,” his lips captured hers for an unexpected, highly charged and intensive kiss. Odessa lost herself in the moment as their bodies actually made physical contact. She could feel the heat of him, the muscles in his abdomen, as well as the hairs on his thighs as he rocked against her. The grip of her thighs tightened around him as instinct propelled her to raise her hips against him, returning the intensity of his kiss, grinding her pelvis to his. He spoke her name softly, “Odessa, we have a problem.”

  “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”

  “No, I am so fricking turned on right now; I need a minute, don’t move.”