Today's guest author, Jodi Ellen Malpas, knows all about how compelling a playboy can be—the hero of her This Man trilogy, which finished with This Man Confessed, is a very sexy playboy who knows exactly what he wants. She's here to talk about playboys in general and one very dashing one in specific. Thanks for being here, Jodi Ellen!
I’ll take that martini shaken, and you can definitely stir me up, too. Then you can carry me to the shower and take your slow, sweet time washing me down while I skate my palms over every hard inch of you.
Playboys; the ultimate dangerous men. Often stunning, almost certainly filthy rich, and without doubt unforgettable under the sheets. There is little point in asking why we would be attracted to them because I’ve just answered it. Should it matter that you’re potentially the notch on his bedpost that will sever it, making it give and send his bedframe crashing to his bedroom floor? Probably, but a playboy will ooze confidence and determination, and most certainly immobilise you with lust. When that’s all targeted at you and you alone, it would be near on impossible to let sensibility filter through to your desire-drenched mind.
Bottom line? You’re screwed…in more way than one. You’re on dangerous ground, but the danger, the spontaneity, the mystery and the unknown is just fuelling that desire. He’s making you feel good. Really good. Desired. And women like to feel desired. It empowers us. A handsome man, off the charts chemistry and those amazing feel-good emotions will do a damn fine job of making you lose sight of why this is such a bad idea. If you’re married, run for the hills and run fast before he gets his hands on you. Trivial crap like lifetime commitment to another man is immaterial to a playboy. But if you’re single, take what he’s oh so willing to give, relish in the passion, but don’t build your dreams on a complete non-starter. Make that night as memorable for him as it’s undoubtedly going to be for you.
Ask any Bond Girl. The delicious James Bond, the ultimate playboy, has at least two on every mission, but both are taken with equal conviction and appreciation—like no other has come before. Mr. Bond works that charm and broodiness perfectly, and then he disappears into the night…or does he abseil out of your apartment block? Or maybe he takes a zip-wire to the next building. Because…holy fucking shit! He’s a secret agent too.
As far as playboys go, James Bond is King of my Castle.
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Jodi Ellen Malpas was born and raised in the Midlands town of Northampton, UK, where she lives with her family. Working for the family construction business fulltime and with the prospect of taking it over once her father retired, she tried to ignore the lingering idea of writing a novel until it became impossible. She finally found the time and courage to release her creative streak and in October 2012 self-published This Man as an e-book. She took a chance on a story with some intense characters, notably Mr. Jesse Ward, the Lord of the Manor, and sparked incredible reactions from women all over the world. Two months later, Jodi made the decision to give up her day job to concentrate on her new and very unexpected career in writing.