For the Love of His Life

By Fiona McGier

Raul Roderick, a sexy Hispanic action movie star addicted to life in the fast lane, needs to clean-up for a major role that even he doubts he can deliver. The indie director sends him up to a resort owned by his grandmother in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area of upper Minnesota, to learn to commune with nature. His guide is Veronica, the director's cousin, a tall, athletic woman who has the relaxed, sensible nature of someone who knows herself well, and has the natural confidence that comes from being surrounded by a loving and supportive family. Raul's initial clumsy attempt to seduce her makes her laugh--so he calls her fat. Is there any hope that their relationship will progress beyond its rocky start? Can Raul overcome his partying nature to discover who he really is, and what he really wants from life? And can Veronica ever learn to trust a man who "lies for a living?"

Author's note: there are two Rauls in this book. The first chapter introduces us to the careless movie star who has never had any limits set on what he can do. Once he gets up north, he has to try to fit into a world that is totally foreign to him. Can he do it? And how deep will the changes go?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona McGier
• Release date: Mar 27, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463898321

Fiona McGier

I write contemporary erotic romance novels. Contemporary because having sex without birth control is a scary thought. Erotic, because I love to read books with sex scenes in them, so I write them too. And romance because the drive to pair up is a most basic human need, but the ways it can happen are endlessly fascinating.I write contemporary erotic romance novels about strong, independent women who are busy living their lives. When they meet equally strong, independent men, the sparks fly! Sooner or later one or both of them realize they are meant to be together for the long-term, and the "dance of love" moves to a whole new level of seriousness. I write happily-ever-after endings, because I really believe they are possible...not easy, but achievable. And I write hot scenes between the heroine and hero because that's the way they tell me their stories in my head!

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For The Love of His Life

by

Fiona McGier

Copyright 2020 Fiona McGier

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Holy Crap!  I think I just read the best book of the year.  Yep, I did.  This book had it all.  From the opening page to the last page, I was put on an emotional journey of a man that people thought wouldn’t amount to much and the one woman that changed his outlook on life and found a permanent place in his heart.

I’m not sure that I have really conveyed how much I loved Raul and Ronnie’s story.  It's simplistic in nature but also poignant.  I found Raul’s journey most enduring, at times hilarious and sweet.

Don’t miss out on this book.  Oh and just to tease you…the epilogue was EPIC!!!!  Didn’t see that coming at all….  *faints*

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I love the way Ms. McGier built the romance of the area and of Veronica and Raul’s growing attraction and her (their) struggles to make Raul ready to play Veronica’s ancestor, Hank Maynard, authentically. Raul becomes more himself as he sobers up and gets back into shape. He finds himself wanting to do this for Veronica and her family as much as for his movie role, and finds himself in the process. His struggle with his reputation for womanizing and drug and alcohol addiction, to me seems open and honest.

All in all, I totally loved this book and recommend it to the 18 and over crowd.

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FOR THE LOVE OF HIS LIFE is a contemporary erotic romance that made me feel that I was in the Boundary Waters Canoe Area of upper Minnesota, swimming, fishing, hiking, picnicking and so much more. Sit back and relax as you get to know Veronica and her extended family along with Raul and his LA LA land lifestyle.

McGier is a new to me author and I look forward to reading the sequel to this book which is ONLY ONE MAN WILL DO and meeting up with the characters I met in book one. I will also be adding her other contemporary romance novels to my ever growing TBR pile!

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Chapter One

Raul was disturbed to realize that he was naked and hanging on a cross. When he turned his head, he saw that both arms were outstretched and tied with ropes to the two arms of the cross, and his shoulders were going numb from his body weight being held up by them. His legs were tied together. He had no idea how he had gotten here, or why he was being so abused.

He heard a noise and looked down to see that Guadalupe Rodriguez, his mother, was impeccably-dressed as usual, and smoking one of her long, thin brown cigarettes. She regarded him gravely for a moment before speaking. "¡Díos mio! ¡Mijo! Look what you have come to! And after all, it's not like I didn't warn you! Living your wild life, doing your drinking and your drugging and your whoring! I was no saint, but you? You pursue el diablo like you're anxious to meet him today! Not mañana!"

He glared at her. And what choice did you give me? The bastard son of a Vegas show girl--what other lifestyle did you ever offer to me? I learned from watching you, how to kill the pain of living, how to survive on just my good looks and my wits.

She shook her head morosely while blowing smoke rings at him that circled his head and threatened to strangle him like a noose. No matter. Look, there is the priest. Father, what now?

The old man in the black gown and white collar shuffled over and shook his head sadly. Judgment day is here. Repent, my son, before it is too late!

He began to laugh at those words. Too late? I was born too late! I have lived too late! I'm no coward! I will die as I have lived, defiant in the face of man and, yes, even God!

Repent! Repent! Repent!

* * * *

With a sudden intake of breath his eyes snapped open. Raul was lying on his back, not hanging from a cross. But he was naked and his arms were really numb. Why?

He looked down at them and realized there were two women in the bed also, on either side of him, and each had her head on one of his shoulders. In slumber, their heads were dead weights, and his upper arm muscles had no feeling in them. He tried to remember what had happened before he fell asleep.

It had been the usual kind of night for him. He had gone out clubbing, and been the toast of the town at any place he walked into. He never had to wait in line. He was a famous movie star, so everyone wanted to have him seen and photographed in their establishment. Women threw themselves at him, and he wanted to taste them all. He rarely took only one home--he usually chose two or more.

He had been drinking heavily before he even went out, since he was celebrating being chosen as the star in the new movie being directed by the most sought-after man in Hollywood: a man who rarely ventured into the town unless he was scouting out the stars for his next project. Raul had been told a month ago that he was going to have the lead role, and since then, whenever he wasn't actually shooting preliminary scenes, or trying on costumes or memorizing lines, he was partying non-stop.

He tried to remember some details. He had flashes of images. Danny buying him drinks. Joey doing lines of coke with him--smoking weed and doing more lines of coke with the two women who were in bed with him. It wasn't hard for the women to convince him to go home with them. They were celebrity whores, anxious for the chance to be able to brag about being fucked by Raul Roderick. He remembered they had tongue-kissed each other for his enjoyment, then both had turned their attention to his various parts.

But right now, he needed them to move their heads off of his arms, so he could get some circulation back in them. He tried to remember their names, but had no idea who they were. He tried to lift his arms to dislodge them, but they really were numb and the women appeared to be fast asleep--or still in a drunken/drugged stupor.

What the hell time was it anyway? Hey, he said loudly, in an attempt to wake them both.

They both moaned without opening their eyes, which was not promising, but they also both began to stretch, which meant they moved off of his poor dead arms.

Hallelujah! Girls, I hate to wake you from your beauty sleep, but I have to get to an important meeting this morning, so I really need to find my watch--or a clock--or my cell phone. I need to know what time it is.

The blonde woman pushed herself up to a sitting position, smiling at him and fondling the pointy nipples sitting on top of the mountainous implants that stretched her skin so much it looked like her breasts might explode. I'll tell you what time it is, honey, she began. It's time for another round of fucking! You are an animal!

The Black woman began to writhe next to him, and he looked over to see her fingering her pussy and pouting. Please, sir, can I have some more?

He smiled at them both, feeling himself responding to their invitations, but still determined to not be late for his meeting. I really can't, girls. Besides, I'll bet we used up all of my condoms last night. Big Rod never comes out to play unless he's wearing a raincoat. I may be a bastard, but I don't want to father any of them myself. And don't bother to tell me you're on the pill. I make it a habit never to believe women who have their hands on my dick.

The blonde was busily stroking him into full arousal, and the Black woman got up to search in his pants pockets. Shit! No more condoms here! She crawled back onto the bed and licked from his hand up his still somewhat numb arm, to claim his lips in a soul-searching, tongue-dueling kiss. But we don't need them if we don't actually fuck, right?

His arousal was complete. His rod was rampant and eager for more action, and the blonde woman was already licking the drops of pre-come off of it, without waiting for his answer. He smiled at the Black woman and pulled her closer to him, using his slightly tingling hands to press her tits together so he could lick both nipples at once. Her implants were more modest, but he found her dark brown nipples to be totally addicting once they were in his mouth. For a while there were no sounds except the moans and groans of sexual activities.

The blonde woman sucked particularly hard and took him all the way into her throat, and he rewarded her with a loud groan. He opened his barely-focused eyes and smiled at the Black woman in front of him. Why don't you bring that hot chocolate pussy of yours up here and sit on my face? I tasted your girlfriend last night, but I don't remember getting any of your juices smeared all over my face.

She smiled as he lay back, the blonde moving along with him, never letting him out of her mouth. The Black woman put her thighs on either side of his head and he inhaled deeply. Now that's what I call a good morning bootie call, he said before he dove into her with his tongue. She moaned for him, then pulled on her friend's legs to get her onto her hands and knees, so her pussy was accessible. They all got down to serious oral play, licking and sucking, using their fingers to stimulate any hole they found close to their faces.

Despite his having come repeatedly the night before, or so he thought he remembered, it didn't take long before Raul was warning the blonde, I'm gonna come! Sweet Jesus, I'm gonna blow!

The spasms shook him to his core, and the women both shrieked and screamed as if they were having simultaneous multiple orgasms with him. He knew that at least one of them wasn't faking, since the Black woman's pussy walls gripped his fingers with each spasm that made her buck on his face. Still he pounded into her with three fingers, making sure that she would not walk out of the room unsatisfied. When she moved her thigh over to the other side of his head, so that both were on the one side, he picked up his head to watch what she was doing. The blonde woman was bucking like a bronco, riding both the thumb up her ass and the four fingers that were being jammed repeatedly into her pussy. She reared up, her mouth off of his cock, (thank God!) before shrieking as if she was being murdered, while she gnashed her teeth and whimpered out her pleasure. Finally the blonde woman collapsed on the bed, and her friend curled up next to her, fondling her enormous breasts and licking her neck.

Raul smiled at the ceiling as he enjoyed the last vestiges of his powerful orgasm. Now that was some world-class cock-sucking, girl, he began, at which both women giggled. And watching you two pleasure each other has been a real turn-on, that's for sure! But I really need to find out what time it is. I'm gonna get up and pee, then look for my phone. No need for you two to get up, he added as they began to stroke each other again purposefully.

It seemed to take forever for him to be able to finish in the bathroom, but eventually he opened the door to find the two women indulging themselves in each other again. Girls, if I had a condom I'd join you two again. But I don't. He rummaged around under the pile of clothing that was at the foot of the bed.

Aha! he shouted, as he pulled his phone out of his pants pocket, only to find that when he straightened up, he was looking at some of the hottest girl-on-girl action he had seen in a long time--and for him, that was saying a lot! Reluctantly he forced himself to look at the phone in his hand. He touched the screen and the time was visible. Shit! It's almost noon! I was supposed to be at a meeting with my director at eleven! Oh my fucking God, he's gonna be pissed!

He began to toss clothing aside, looking for the rest of his stuff. He pulled his pants on, having real difficulty with the zipper due to the loud moans of pleasure coming from the two women in the bed. He pulled on his shoes without bothering to find his socks, then kicked at the piles searching for his shirt. As he looked around he saw more lines of coke on the flat mirror on the desk near the door.

You don't mind if I help myself to a bit more, do you girls? He grinned when the only answer was their groans accompanying the wet sounds of intense pussy slurping. He sat on the chair and snorted a line up each nostril, then sat back and sniffed purposefully.

Wow! I wonder who gave us this great shit? One more, no more. He bent over the desk again, to hoover another line up each side of his nose.He got up and smiled at the bed, rocking on his heels as the room began to spin slightly. Good-bye, girls. Nice knowing you, in the biblical sense, what-ever-the-hell your names are.

Determinedly he staggered out of the room, fishing his keys out of his left pants pocket, using the fob to make his car chirp so he would know where he had left it last night. It was right outside of the door. He had obviously driven over the curb and the car was resting against the wall next to the door he had fallen through. Shit! Why is it so fucking bright out here? He got into his car and pulled his sunglasses out of the visor and jammed them onto his face.

Where the hell am I? Who cares? This town isn't that big. I'll just start driving and I'm sure I'll recognize something soon. Satisfied that he had a workable plan, he backed away from the wall, put his car into drive, and screeched out onto the road in search of a street sign.

Chapter Two

Veronica Sorrenson looked around in an exasperated manner when the phone began to ring. She was hard at work and covered with flour, rolling out the pie crusts she needed to get done quickly. Normally they would be already baking, but her father had asked her to look over some financial paperwork when she got to work that morning, and that had put her behind in her baking.

Gram-Marie? She called, listening for an answer in-between the overly-loud rings of the phone. She could hear voices in the storefront, so obviously her grandmother was talking to someone--probably the mail carrier whose usual route brought him to their store early. Veronica sighed as she clapped her hands together. She strode quickly to the big roll-top desk that the phone sat on and pushed the button for speaker to answer it.

Hello, she said loudly, hoping that her voice signaled that she was too busy to chat.

Ronnie? Is that you? I thought you'd be busy with the day's pies. I need to talk to Gram-Marie. Is she around?

Jared? Long time, no hear, cousin. What's up with you?

Typical stuff. Movies in editing, scripts to read, actors to tame--the usual. It's good to hear your voice. Kind of like a shot of the Boundary Waters to give me some peaceful images to overlay on my overly-crazy existence.

The door to the storefront was pushed open and the matriarch of the Sorrenson family walked in slowly, looking over the envelopes she was carrying. She stopped when she heard the familiar voice. Jared Sorrenson Miller? Is that you? How are you, honey? It's been too long since you called. I was beginning to think you didn't love me anymore!

Jared laughed. Gram-Marie! How could you think that? Everyone loves you! I've been busy, but not too busy to remember my manners, or to call the most beautiful woman I know.

Marie Sorrenson, known to all of the family as Gram-Marie, snorted rudely. Tsk, tsk, boy! You must want a really big favor. Your call comes out of the blue, and you begin by flattering me. What do you want?

Veronica smiled, adding, He said my voice soothed him also. It must be a really big favor!

Marie grinned. Yes. Your voice has been known to drop wild critters at fifty yards. Not very calming to most folks. Come on, out with it.

Jared sighed into the phone. Okay, you got me. I need a big favor from you, Gram-Marie. In fact, from all of you.

Everyone in town? Veronica asked innocently.

No, just all of you at the Resort.

Marie sat down on the chair by the desk, shaking her head at her granddaughter. What is it, you mischievous boy? What do you need us to do? Make some guests change their vacation dates again, so you can have the best cabin? Send you some of Ronnie's pies for another celebrity wing-ding? What is it this time?

Jared cleared his throat audibly. I'm afraid it's bigger this time. I need you to let me send you a guest who will be there until I can get the crew up to start filming my next movie.

And how long with that be? Veronica grinned at Gram-Marie while the older woman rolled her eyes and shrugged.

I don't know--it depends on a lot of things. Maybe a month? Six weeks tops. I've got to get a whole lot of folks packed and up there, so it's gonna take some time.

And who is it you are expecting us to tolerate for an unspecified amount of time?

Ronnie! Would I send you someone you'd only tolerate?

Hell yeah! You'd send us Satan to baby-sit, if your next movie depended on it.

Funny you should say that, cuz. He's only the biggest, baddest star in the business right now.

Who is it?

You've heard of Raul Roderick, right?

Marie snorted. Who?

Jared chuckled. "The Gamer King? Avenge Tastes Sweet? MOFO-Town?"

No, Marie said.

Veronica smiled at her, all the while filling the pie crusts with the flavors of the day.

"Well then, how about his romantic movies? Make Mine Latino? Or Three's a Crowd, But I Like Crowds?"

Veronica grinned. Jared, you should see Gram-Marie's face! She looks like she just sucked a lemon!

What on earth are you people thinking of with these titles? Or these so-called plots? Why doesn't anyone make the kinds of movies I like to watch anymore?

Because you're too old for them to consider you a target market? Veronica giggled as she ducked away from the apple tossed at her by her grandmother.

Old, my ass! I just expect plots and they're too damn busy putting big, fake titties and young men without shirts into everything!

So you have heard of Raul then? Jared snickered.

Veronica explained. Gram-Marie, he's the kind of actor who is very good at looking good in his movies, and he's always shirtless at some point. But he's kind of limited to playing the same kinds of men over and over again--not much range, and even less talent.

Jared burst in excitedly. Ah, but that's where you're so wrong, Ronnie. I only agreed to let him read for the part as a favor to his agent. But he blew me away! He's so right that he's the only actor I seriously considered starring in my big epic film about the Boundary Waters area. You know, the one I always promised Grampa I'd make about his great-grandfather, Hank Maynard?

If he's that good, why do you need to send him up here early?

Marie nodded at Veronica's question, asked as she was busy putting the pies into the oven.

Jared cleared his throat again. Well, you see, there's the little problem of his drinking--and his drugs--and his whoring. He's a real party-animal and right now the only reason he's not in jail is that I went to court with him and basically told the judge I'd answer for his behavior until his probation is over.

Probation for what? Marie's voice was steely. Everyone knew that her father had been a Canadian Mountie, and she was gung-ho on supporting law enforcement officials.

He--uh--can't be allowed to drive for six months. They took his license away after he ran into a parked squad car because he hit the gas pedal, instead of the breaks. Then when they got him out of the car, he was so blasted he didn't remember his real name. All he told them was that he was the famous actor Raul Roderick and that he'd get them supporting roles in his next picture if they would give him a ride to the meeting with me that he was already two hours late for.

Obviously the officers weren't impressed, eh? Marie sounded smug.

No. They took him down to the station and booked him. I was the person he called for his one call--not his lawyer. So I got him released to my custody, but I've been having a hell of a time keeping him out from behind the wheel of a car, or out of bars and nightclubs. I'm afraid he's going to kill himself before I can get the performance of a lifetime out of him, that I'm convinced he has in him. So I really need your help.

There was silence while Marie and Veronica communicated with each other non-verbally.

Well? Jared sounded anxious.

Marie nodded at Veronica, who spoke. We can't give you an answer now. We have to talk this over with the rest of the family. All of us have to agree to this, since we are all going to have to deal with this spoiled brat you want us to baby-sit for you.

Agreed, Jared spoke quickly.

Marie leaned forward in her chair. Have you given any thought as to how he is going to get around up here, if he can't drive? None of us have the time to be his chauffeur.

I've already spoken to Aunt Joan's son, Jake. He's more than wiling to earn big money by ferrying a famous movie star around to the few bars that are in Grand Marais. I've told him he can't take Raul further than that, or he won't get paid. I think I can keep his wings clipped enough that he won't be able to get into much trouble up there.

Fine. We'll talk to everyone, and let you know.

When? I've got to get him isolated as soon as possible.

Call back tomorrow. We'll have an answer for you by then.

Please, Gram-Marie, be convincing for me, okay? And Ronnie, please put in a good word for me. I have to have him star as Hank Maynard. It's the role he was born to play, in the story I have been itching to film for years. And not just because I want to come up there for a nice, long stay. If you want me to, I'll beg.

Marie clucked her tongue. Tsk, tsk, boy. You are already begging and it's unseemly. Be a man, hang up, and wait for our decision.

Yes, Gram-Marie. I love you. And you too, Ronnie. And everyone else. Remember that, okay? And I'll call tomorrow. Good-bye for now.

Bye, Veronica called out before the phone went dead.

So? Marie walked over to stand in front of her pie-assembling granddaughter.