Author: RJ

A snowstorm knocks the power out at your out-of-town business conference. Then you find you room has been given to the handsome author you’ve desired for a decade. If you’re nice to him he may just let you stay. You rub your temples as the last keynote session ends, the dull hum of tired conversation fills the conference hall. It was the third day of the leadership summit, and the snowstorm outside shows no sign of easing. Flakes swirled past the tall windows, and the gray sky seemed to press down on the city like a weight. Your phone buzzes— it’s a notification from the hotel: Power outage. Elevators temporarily unavailable. Please return to your rooms. “Perfect,” you mutter, glancing down at your heels. That’s Twenty floors up. You gather your bag and coat, hesitating near the exit as you watch me signing books. So you think. I finally get to see Roy Ascroft I was taller than you imagined from my book covers, with salt-and-pepper hair that leans more silver in the dim light. My voice is steady and commanding, talking about people management like it was an art form.  You recall that same voice from the first audiobook

Your friend gets you to wear a sheer top and crotchless pants at a fashion show and you end up on stage blindfolded and eventually taken. I hand you the box and you take out the contents: Tight black leather pants open at the crotch and a totally sheer long-sleeve top with velvet cuffs.  “I can’t wear this, what is she thinking?” you say turning red-faced with embarrassment “Well as you know she doesn’t have enough stage time or models to show off every item she’s designed so she’s asked her closest friends to wear some of her other outfits. We also have a coat you can wear to cover up some of your private bits. It’s mostly open in front but there’s a clasp at the bottom that only hints that the pants are crotchless.” You sigh. Julianne IS one of your best friends and you do like to support her fashion design business.  And, she did give you a free ticket to the fashion show gala tonight. But this outfit was still far racier than you ever expected.  “I really can’t do this,” you say.   You look up at me and can see the disappointment on my face. It suddenly