Only One Man Will Do

By Fiona McGier

Tough-as-nails businesswoman on weekdays, Alexandra is a biker queen on weekends. She's never been satisfied with just one man, enjoying all of the men she "hand-picked" for her gang. When a large Russian man inserts himself into her life, she follows her instincts to some explosive sex. Ex-KGB agent Dmitri has been wandering across the USA for years. When the woman he's sent to deliver an ultimatum to turns out to be his favorite fantasy come true, he decides to try to convince her that he can be all the man she needs. But he's not willing to share her with her gang, and she's not willing to give up other men. When two of her bikers are killed, Dmitri is the main suspect. How far is he willing to go to keep her to himself? And has she really fallen in love for the first time ever...with a murderer?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Fiona McGier
• Release date: Apr 1, 2020
• ISBN: 9780463983706

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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Only One Man Will Do

by

Fiona McGier

Minnesota Romances, Book 2

Copyright 2020 Fiona McGier

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Reviews from the first published edition.

Alexandra is such a great heroine.  She talks like a sailor, drinks anyone and I mean anyone under the table and will screw any and all of the guys in her biker gang.   She has the playroom at her getaway farm to prove it.  She never thought marriage and love were for her.  She saw her parents marriage crumble and vowed to never be owned by a man or let a man get close enough.  Sex was just fine for her short and long-term.  Enter the biggest, baddest  and sweetest ex-KGB agent that knocks her for a loop.  All of sudden she can’t get enough of him sexually or otherwise.  Like the blurb warns you…she won’t give up her other men and Dmitri doesn’t share.

I could go on about this book but I must stop.  You really, really need to read it.  Be warned…lots of cussing, sex and taming of a redheaded wildcat.  Plus, you might cry at the end and then cheer.

Oh and there is an epilogue!  Woot!!!!  I literally dropped my Kindle when I read it.  Perfect wrap up and yes, Ivan’s next.  LOL!

harliesbooks.com

Only One Man Will Do is hotter than Hades and hugely entertaining. What vicarious fun, being in Alexandra’s head (and voluptuous body)! She’s a kick-ass heroine who can be ruthless, but ultimately turns out to care deeply for her gang and for Dimitri. As for the Russian charmer—Ms. McGier is fond of saying that she writes beta heroes, but I don’t see anything beta about Dimitri, unless it’s the fact that he’s a whiz in the kitchen. I’d fall in love with him in a minute, but then I’m not as stubborn as Ms. Blackstone.

lisabetsarai.blogspot.com

Only One Man Will Do was an entertaining read and one I could recommend. It’s a fast paced story, especially the second half. If you like tough ladies and mysterious Russians, then this story is for you.

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Chapter One

Damn that woman, Dmitri Illyanovich mumbled as he watched her slide her legs out of her vehicle. She was wearing a business suit with a skirt that was conservatively knee-length, but as she exited her SUV, her skirt rode up to show her thighs clad in nylons held up by, of all things, black garters. He shifted around in his seat, trying to force his cock to stop twitching like it had a mind of its own--as it did each time he caught a glimpse of her. This is business, he grumbled, reminding his errant body part to behave.

Dmitri had been watching her for over a week to learn her movements. It had taken him a long time to find her, since all he had to go on from his cousin Ivan was that she was a biker queen, had bright red hair and huge tits, and a nasty tendency to demand that things be done her way or else. He had been in countless biker bars and bought beer for many unsavory characters. He'd even fought some of them when they made it clear how much they objected to a stranger with a Slavic accent asking them questions about one of their own. If he hadn't owed so much to his cousin Ivan for, among other things, helping him into the United States, he might have given up. But Ivan wanted to give a wedding present to a good friend of his, and that gift involved making sure that two drug dealers knew to stay away from the addiction-prone groom, and that the biker queen who had threatened to return someday to claim him for the night, knew that was something she should never attempt to do.

Finding and persuading the drug dealers was much easier. The groom, a famous action movie star, told him their names and even supplied their cell phone numbers. After that it was only a matter of flying out to California and finding out where they lived. Once he did, he demonstrated graphically to each of them how immensely painful it is for the human body when joints are forcibly dislodged. He'd watched as each of them deleted the name and phone number of the actor in question, and promised him that they'd never contact him or any of his family ever again. He'd then driven each man in their own cars, barely conscious and whimpering in pain, to the local hospital's emergency rooms and left them in the driveway. He assured them that after long enough in traction, they'd regain most of the feeling and use of the joints he'd stressed. That gave them plenty of time to think about how lucky they were that his cousin hadn't asked him to kill them. He also told them that while he could find them again easily, there was no point to them going to the police to report him, because there was no record in this country of his existence. He'd be impossible to find, while they would be forcing him to have to find them again. And he would. That last part seemed to convince both of them that he meant business.

But for the last part of the assignment, Dmitri had to use many of the skills he had picked up during the past twenty years, to search for the elusive red-haired biker queen. Finally he found someone who had ridden with her the night she tried to screw the actor his cousin wanted to protect. That biker was difficult to get information from, but Dmitri had learned a lot from Ivan, who had been in the KGB in its glory days. The man was a very reluctant informant, but talk he did, once Dmitri had made him understand that talking was preferable to enduring more pain.

The man had given Dmitri a name: Alex Blackstone, and the city she lived in: Minneapolis, Minnesota. He said that was all he knew about her. But it was enough for Dmitri to hack into the information systems that held phone numbers, addresses, and vocations. Armed with the appropriate data, he had driven to Minneapolis and located her, then began to track her movements to discover when he could be alone with her, to discuss how unwise it would be for her to ever try to force his cousin's friend to have sex with her.

The first few glimpses he got of her were enlightening. He had always had a weakness for redheads, and even though he wasn't sure if her hair color was natural or not, it suited her. She had the coloring for it, with pale skin covered with freckles. And with his cock insisting on becoming a rock each time he saw her, he asked himself why on earth the actor hadn't wanted to have sex with her. But that wasn't his concern. The actor was getting married, and Ivan was giving him the gift of peace of mind, courtesy of his cousin.

Dmitri looked at his watch and sighed aloud. The woman had entered her office building and would go into her office to work, while her secretary would head out to lunch. The time to act was now. He had already determined that he wasn't going to dislocate any of the joints of her tantalizing body, but he still wasn't really sure how he was going to be able to influence her behavior. He had less than an hour to work with.

He opened the door of his car and got out.

Chapter Two

Alexandra Blackstone strode into her office purposefully. As she sat down at her desk, she pulled at some paperwork that she needed to review. Once the file was in front of her she opened it and began to read. Her inner observations reflected her opinion of the report.

They need a more forceful presence in the market--not sure we have the cajones to do it, but heard of our reputation. Hmm, wonder if they're worried because Daddy isn't in charge anymore? Yet another stupid man underestimating me because I've got a snatch?

She was already frowning in irritation when noise from outside of her office made her look up. Joyce was heading out to lunch as I walked in, so who's out there?

The door was opened without anyone knocking, and a mountain of a man walked through it without a word.

Alexandra's eyes narrowed as she watching him move casually over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk from her, and sit down with the supreme confidence of someone who knew he had been expected. "Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?"

The man studied her closely. Your voice is as low and sexy as I thought it would be, based on how you look. He made this observation casually, as if to himself.

Alexandra sat back and glared at him in silence to give herself time to think. I don't feel threatened by him, but he's definitely a force to be reckoned with. He's not that tall, but he's built so wide that it feels crowded in the office with just the two of us in it. I'll bet there's solid muscle under his clothes. She frowned with irritation at her own reaction, as she felt her juices beginning to leak out of her to soak her lacy black thong.

I repeat, who the fuck are you? I don't take any appointments at this time of day. I'm trying to catch up on paperwork. I don't have time to dick around with some asshole who pushes his way into my office. Should I call security and have you escorted out?

His eyebrows rose and his lips turned up slightly. You could try. That would give me a reason to come around to your side of the desk. He looked like he found that idea appealing.

Shit! He's got sexy dimples when he smiles. His dark brown eyes are so piercing, I feel like he's stripped me in his mind and he's got me bent over the desk already! He must be putting out some powerful pheromones to get me so hot so quickly. Either that, or it's been way too long since I got laid.

He cleared his throat to get her attention. We need to talk, Alexandra Blackstone. I have a message for you.

She leaned forward and rested her arms on the desk, steepling her fingers together, tapping the pointer fingers against each other--a habit she had learned from her dad, who used this gesture to show the speaker had his full attention. And what is that message?

You need to stay away from the actor known as Raul Roderick. You're not to contact him or any of his family, nor are you to attempt to collect on a threat you made to him that you would find him someday and make him--ahem--make him have sex with you.

Alexandra leaned back and laughed in surprise. I think you have me confused with someone else. I don't know what you're talking about.

He leaned forward and Alexandra felt like the air was being pushed toward her, like his tiniest movements were affecting her surroundings. Oh, I think you do. You are Alexandra Blackstone, daughter of a Thomas Blackstone who founded this marketing company. He had two daughters, no son. You are the elder, so you are the one he groomed to take over his business when he retired, which he did last year. He still sits on the board when he's not tanning in Florida.

She frowned. All of which is public record. None of which suggests I know what the hell you're talking about.

He leaned back with a smile and crossed his legs, his right ankle resting on his left thigh, giving her a good view of the large bulge in his crotch area. She tried to ignore her body's reaction as her inner muscles tensed in anticipation, her nipples beaded against the lacy bra, the moisture continued to pour onto her thong, and her breathing sped up as she imagined what was stretching the fabric. She looked up to focus on something--anything else--and found herself staring at the wide fingers resting on the arms of the chair. She blinked in surprise. Jesus, his cock must be wider than my wrist! He looks like he knows what I'm thinking. He's toying with me, damn him. And he's enjoying it.

You are also Alex, the red-headed biker queen of a group of Harley riders based out of the Mille Lacs area. You spend your weekends up there during riding weather, staying at a farmhouse owned by your family, surrounded by the gang you recruited personally. You fuck all of the men, keeping everyone in line by the sheer force of your personality. He studied her intently.

Once again she felt naked under his gaze. She squirmed as she felt herself creating a huge wet spot that soaked through her slip onto her skirt. Damn! I'll have to get my suit dry-cleaned after this.

She attempted to bluff. I don't know what you're talking about. Now since I have work to do, I suggest you leave now, mister--what was your name?

There's no need for lying between us, Alexandra.

Her name rolled off his tongue to caress her in places she was trying to ignore.

We are two of a kind. Like you, I wear many faces, many names. I don't have a public identity for you to search out. I make no judgments. I'm speaking to you plainly because I won't insult your intelligence by pretending or lying. I've been sent by my cousin to do a favor for the actor I mentioned. He's getting married and has given up his former drug-fueled lifestyle. He's making a clean break with his past in order to build a future with his bride. I promised my cousin I'd make sure that the drug dealers who used to supply him knew to stay away from him. I used--shall we say--some carefully applied persuasion. Once they get out of the hospital, I don't think they'll try to contact him again. You are the last name on my list. Once I've convinced you to drop any claim you might feel you have on him, I can tell my cousin I'm done.

Her irritation was joined by more than a hint of disappointment. He's not here to seduce me? He's here to give me an ultimatum! What balls! Who the fuck does he think he is? She felt her anger rising, the familiar redness rising in her face, her skin heating up as she realized the man thought he could order her around. She forgot that she wasn't supposed to know what he was talking about.

What? Did he send you after me? Is that big movie star too much of a pussy to take care of business himself?

He shook his head. No. But as I told you, my cousin is giving him peace of mind as a wedding gift. Once you agree not to cause him any further trouble, our business is done and I will leave.

Alexandra took a few deep breaths to force her anger and her raging hormones under her control. I've done this before. Negotiating a win-win situation is one of my specialties. She studied him carefully, making sure that he noticed her staring at the bulge in his pants, that appeared to twitch under her gaze. Her eyes rose up his torso as she imagined the muscular barrel-shaped chest under his shirt, and the wide shoulders that looked like he'd have no trouble holding her down. She looked up and into his eyes and she was gratified and excited by the naked lust on his face.

"Okay, Russian--you are Russian aren't you? Your Slavic accent seems to get more pronounced when you're--um--excited." She nodded her head towards his groin to show she'd noticed his erection. She licked her lips and smiled.

He nodded, as his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed.

He knows we're in negotiations. Her nerves thrummed with anticipation.

He cleared his throat. My name is Dmitri.

"Okay, Dmitri. You're right. I am the woman you're looking for. And you're also right about us being two of a kind. You'll have to forgive me for trying to play games with you, but I'm wearing a suit and sitting in my office. I have to pretend to be all kinds of things to win the endless power plays involved with being a woman running a man's business."

He nodded again, his gaze so heated she felt about to burst into flames.

So--if I agree to your terms--and I'm not saying I will. But if I agree, what do I get in return? I presume you aren't going to put me into the hospital if I don't.

Why not?

She shook her head. Because I don't get the vibe off of you that you would hurt a woman.

I have. I might again. But continue.

She tried not to show how his words sent a tremor of excitement that made her already primed body want to explode. I ask again. What do I get if I agree?

His nostrils flared again as he inhaled deeply. What do you want?

You bastard! You can smell how excited I am, can't you? She squirmed in her seat, feeling the wet spot spreading on her clothing. "I wanted bragging rights for having fucked the famous Raul Roderick. But I'm willing to forget the whole celebrity-whore thing for a good, hard dicking from a big, powerful Russian man."

A slow smile spread across his face. Combined with the lust already there, it made him look like a predator about to spring.

She tensed her body in anticipation.

He got up and moved around the desk.

She watched him warily. Just like a panther stalking and I'm the prey!

When he stood next to her chair, he reached out to push on the back of the chair to make her face him. He stared into her eyes as she tried not to pant visibly. A vein throbbing on the side of his neck, let her know his heart was also racing.

After a long moment, he inclined his head toward the desk, still holding her gaze. Nice desk. Looks pretty sturdy.

It was my father's desk.

And now it's yours. Sit on the edge of the desk, Alexandra, so I can sit on the chair.

Now you think you can order me around?

His lips twitched. "Please seat yourself on the edge of the desk, so I can sit on the chair."

She rose slowly and turned to slide her butt across the space where the forgotten papers were being pushed aside. Her skirt rode up as she slid back.

He sat down on the chair and moved closer to her. His hands rested on her knees, then moved slowly up to her thighs to fondle the bare skin above the garters. His fingers stroked her gently, moving upwards until with a quick flick of his wrists, he ripped through both sides of the thong at once.

She heard the elastic snap, felt the momentary pain as the thong bit into the skin of her hips. It was ripped from her body and thrown to the floor.

Dmitri leaned closer and inhaled slowly. Ah, that's better. Now I can see what I smell. He pushed her skirt further up, baring her legs and her pussy. His thumbs rubbed the sensitive skin at the crease of her thighs, while his fingers moved the skirt out of his way. He made a low murmur of approval. "And you are a