I know I'm terrible at keeping this blog up to date. I've been working hard on some new titles. Three stories are now available in the There He Sat collection. There are two more to come and I hope to see them released soon.
New projects after that include a sequel to Night's Companion (an awful lot of you have asked for more of Kord, Michelle and Drew's story and so, after kicking around a few ideas I think I've come up with something that will exceed your expectations!), a cougar shifter series entitled Ravages of Spirit, a new series centered around a fire station that is tentatively entitled Loves and Losses of Station 111, a series providing a unique take on werewolf packs (working title for this one is Lunar Spell), and hopefully I'll be releasing my first horror novel, Paisley, very soon.
As you can see, I've been hard at work on creating new stories. I'm very excited about them and I hope you will enjoy them.
To ease the wait for new material, here is a description of, and an excerpt from, the forthcoming There He Sat: Gloating. Enjoy.
Reclining in a wingback chair in the smoking room of an exclusive gentlemen’s club, Rhys Davenport III celebrates his success. The youngest man ever granted admittance, he has arrived at a pinnacle in his career. His gloating is cut short by the click of stilettoes and he is astounded at the presence of a woman in the club, especially one even younger than he is.
Amber Lindsay is a driven woman who has achieved remarkable success. A corporate leader, her accomplishments have guaranteed her entry into the club. No stranger to attaining her goals, she sets her sights on a new one: Rhys.
Their passionate affair fizzles when a secret surfaces, one devastating enough to ruin more than their relationship, an indiscretion that could cut short Amber’s illustrious career. With Rhys’ own reputation at stake, is his brief relationship with Amber worth the risk of losing everything he has accomplished?
Rhys Davenport III reclined in the leather wingback chair and blew out a plume of fragrant smoke. The air around him was heavy with it as he sat in the smoking room of the exclusive gentleman’s club he had finally gained access to. His membership approval had arrived yesterday by courier and Rhys had immediately had his assistant rearrange his schedule so that he could be here today. He refrained from grinning from ear-to-ear with the contentment he felt. He had arrived, this membership spelled true success to him. Despite his numerous accomplishments, admittance to this club was the biggest feather in his cap.
His ex-wife had called this club and its exorbitant yearly fees ridiculous. She saw it as a place filled with stodgy old men who sat around discussing their young mistresses. Rhys knew better. This place smelled of more than cigar smoke; it smelled of power. These men were industry leaders and they shaped the economy of the city and, in turn, the entire country. He was finally where he belonged and, at forty-two, was the youngest man ever granted membership. Although he did not know any of the members in this club well, they were his brothers and he, finally, had gained access to them.
The unmistakably sound of high heels on the polished floors that led to this room filled his ears. He looked up to see Raymond, the man who had given him a tour of the club more than a month ago, leading a woman into the room. Rhys’ brow furrowed at their intrusion. Women were not allowed in the club, it was called a gentlemen’s club for a reason. He assumed the club had finally realized it was the twenty-first century and was considering admitting a woman and that Raymond was giving her a tour. He also assumed she would be an older, spinster-type, rigid in both look and opinion and he turned his head slightly to see if he was correct. Rhys’ inspection soon revealed to him that his assumptions were wildly wrong. The woman walking into the room with Raymond was slender and dressed in a business suit that was professional and sexy at once. A short slit in the side of her fitted knee-length skirt revealed shapely thighs and her calves, bordering on muscular were sensational. His eyes flitted back up and over her narrow waist to the tasteful amount of cleavage on display. When he looked to her face, he was shocked. She could not be any older than thirty-five and the creases in Rhys’ brow deepened.
He watched now as the pair approached and stopped near him and the two rows of chairs that faced one another. Rhys had been the only member present and when he had hoped for company, this was certainly not what he had envisioned. He pretended to be distracted by the cellphone he pulled from the inner pocket of his velvet smoking jacket, not eager to have to make eye-contact with either interloper. He could not help the widening of his eyes as he heard Raymond’s next words.
“Congratulations once more, Madam. If you require anything at all, please do not hesitate to ask.”
“Thank you,” she replied.
Rhys was now angry. She had obviously already gained membership and she was younger than he was! He furiously stared at the blackened screen of his cellphone as she took a seat in the armchair across from him. He debated whether he should move to another room or just leave the club entirely. He fought his eyes as she crossed her legs, drawing his attention to them. The sight of those perfect legs caused him to picture them crossing over his back. He forced his sightline away from them but an instant later, his treacherous eyes moved back to her but to her face this time.
As she lit a slim cigar and puffed on its end, Rhys felt a stirring in his loins, thinking of her full lips there. She blew out smoke and then looked to him. He could not look away. Her green eyes locked him in place and he could do nothing but stare intently at her. When she smiled at him, his heart began to race and Rhys once more cursed the admittance board. With a small sigh, he turned his head to look away as he slipped his cellphone back in his pocket. Despite her intrusion, he felt ashamed he had not risen to his feet at her approach. He was after all a gentleman.
His peripheral vision caught her uncross her legs and then lean toward him.
Reluctantly he looked back to see her hand extended.
“Congratulations,” She said with a smile, “I hear you are not only newly admitted but also the youngest member.”
He shook her hand briefly, trying to ignore the feel of her soft hand in his and then arched a brow.
“I was the youngest member for a day,” he corrected huffily.
She smiled calmly at his almost-hostile response. “Oh, I believe my being a woman is far more interesting to the others than my age.”
Her tone was airy, flirtatious perhaps but Rhys’ ire was raging and he did not dwell on her voice nor its inflection.
“Indeed,” he concurred tersely.
The corner of her lip curled in a slight smirk and Rhys looked away again.
“I’m Amber Lindsay,” she announced, causing him to look back out of decorum.
Now he understood the admittance board’s decision, at least a little. Lindsay Solutions was the talk of the business community in Toronto and no doubt the rest of Canada. Amber Lindsay, the CEO and owner, also a genius software engineer had experienced a meteoric rise thanks to her security software. Deemed impossible to hack, the software had landed her huge contracts with Canadian and foreign banks and several government ministries. Word had it CSIS was about to contract her software, a move certain to pave the way to bigger intelligence contracts.
Davenport Logistics was in talks to secure her services. In fact, the contract was on Rhys’ desk, awaiting his inspection and approval, only his signature required to seal the deal. He had quickly read the assessment provided by Bob Parklawn, his CFO, summarizing the benefits to the company that, in Bob’s eyes, far outweighed the considerably higher cost than that of their current provider. The glowing summary had been enough to convince Rhys to sign the contract yet he was a thorough and cautious man who insisted on having all the information he could before making any decision.
“Congratulations on your membership here,” he responded as politely as he could, “and on your company’s success.”
She held his intense stare a moment as if expecting him to comment more. Rhys averted his eyes to the richly carved mahogany walls of the room. He puffed angrily on the cigar; it had almost gone out during her interruption. Before he could fully register the movement, she slid into the chair next to his causing him to look to her again and once more curse his poor manners in not rising to his feet. She crossed her legs again and Rhys’ sightline settled on her slender but well-muscled calves before trailing up to the exposed thigh. He continued his visual inspection, his eyes skimming over her narrow waist and small breasts, the hint of cleavage a few undone buttons on her blouse allowed, and up her long neck. Her face was pleasant, bordering on plain, but enhanced by lush pink lips. She dipped her head and her stylishly professional long bob flowed about her face softly. He thought his perusal was quick enough to go unnoticed but she smiled knowingly.
“Did you receive the contract from Robert Parklawn?” She asked.
He nodded, instantly recalling the words Bob had used when delivering the contact and summary to his office. Bob had called Ms. Lindsay one of the most knowledgeable and professional people he had ever met and had informed Rhys that, in addition to receiving the best security software available, that it would undoubtedly be a pleasure to work with her and her staff. As the light but enticing scent of her perfume filled his nostrils, Rhys now wondered why Bob had left out the fact Amber was also an alluring woman with a stunning body. Neither was prone to objectifying women yet, as men and close friends, they had shared enough discussions of a sexual nature.
“Have you had a chance to look it over?” She pressed.
Her voice slinked over him and he blinked against his awakening arousal, noting his anger was quickly dissipating with her close proximity.
“Not yet but Bob has already approved it. He was quite impressed with your product and your proposal.”
She smiled again, revealing straight white teeth, diverting his attention to her mouth once more. He could not prevent himself from picturing what she could do with those full lips. Rhys shifted in his chair and took another pull off the cigar. He watched Amber repeat the motion with hers and then delicately tap spent ash into the ashtray on the small table between them.
“Should I then expect your approval?”
She appeared too keen about the contract. Despite the size of Davenport Logistics, a contact from them was neither as lucrative nor as noteworthy as some she had already won. He tilted his head and she seemed to read his thoughts as she shrugged slightly.
“You run the largest logistics company in the country. A contract with you would ensure others followed suit.”
He nodded at her sensible statement. It was a reasonable, intelligent thought. Perhaps she was not flirting with him, only trying to ascertain where she stood with him in a professional capacity.
“I need to read the contract in its entirety, of course, but I am reasonably certain I will approve it,” he informed her, his tone measured and even.
She smiled again, more warmly this time, and then leaned over the small table. Holding his surprised stare, she placed her hand on his forearm. Desire spiked through him causing the hair at the nape of his neck to rise. Even through his clothing, he could feel the slight weight and warmth of her hand. Her touch excited another rise, this one in his trousers, and Rhys swallowed hard as he fought his body’s reaction.
“Thank you, Mr. Davenport, for being so forthcoming. I look forward to working with you.”
Rhys heard the not-remotely-subtle inflection she had placed on the word ‘working.’ He watched as she straightened her body, pulling her hand back from him. She butt out her cigar and then slowly slid forward in the large chair until she was perched on its edge, causing her skirt to pull back and reveal her glorious thighs in their entirety. He stared at her thighs in awe as she uncrossed them excruciatingly slowly and planted her heeled feet. Rhys’ mouth went dry as he saw the exposed patch of lacy red panties at the apex of her legs.
She ever so slowly rose to her feet, her skirt sliding back in place, covering his view. He had more than enough time to get to his feet but now he dared not. The newly tight fit of his trousers would be much too obvious. Amber took two steps then turned her body to face him. She gracefully bent at the waist and once more extended her hand to him. He took it in his and this time found it an extremely difficult task. Her soft skin called to him, forcing him to question how soft the skin might be on the rest of her body. Her warm flesh pressed against his palm had him fantasizing about her warm naked body pressed against his. He forced his eyes past the now enticing amount of cleavage on display and the edge of a lacy red bra, no doubt a perfect match to the panties, and to her face. Her plump lips parted again.
“It has been a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Davenport.”
“And you, Ms. Lindsay.”
He was shocked he had managed to force the reply past his lips, more shocked he had not cringed at the sound of his raspy voice. His heart beat thunderously at the lascivious gleam in her eyes.
“Please, call me Amber.”
Now he could do nothing but stare at her, not trusting what his voice may sound like if he attempted a response.
“Enjoy your cigar,” she purred.
Then she turned and walked away. Rhys watched the sway of her slim hips, the slight jiggle of her rounded bottom and wondered how the hell he could possibly enjoy his cigar with an almost painfully throbbing erection.
copyright 2015 C.A. Knoble