Her Heart's Desire (MF)

Professional Reviews

5 RED CROWS: "Lauren Wilder created a HOT romance with two main characters that are perfect for one another. To add to the tale are a couple secondary characters that improve the storyline - not take away from it. The variety of characters (main and secondary) create a story that I easily found myself reading from beginning to end without taking a break. The actual heat - well let’s just say Lauren painted a vivid picture and I didn’t have to imagine or guess what the pair, Marissa and James, were doing. The couple was amazing. I had a hard time getting to sleep because the lovemaking scenes were hard to erase from my mind and that’s a good thing. The heat gets an A from me. Why I would recommend this book: 1. The heat was exceptional. 2. This book wasn’t just about how well the characters could do it. The plot was realistic. It was sweet in some spots, hot in others and sad in a couple areas. I don’t want to giveaway to much and spoil the book’s tale. 3. Marisa, the main female, was easy to like. I actually felt sad for her when something at the beginning happened. The person who caused her sadness made me want to ring his or her neck. (Still not revealing anything) She wasn’t too powerful or too weak either. She was the right mix of everything - emotions, personality, characteristics, and reactions. 4. Unlike some stories where certain words or lines are redundant throughout the book, Lauren skillfully wrote each page with freshness. I didn’t find myself saying, “Wait a minute I just read this somewhere,” Or “Don’t they know any other words?” I really like Lauren’s writing style. 5. This story has a happy conclusion one that I especially liked (still won’t tell you anything). 6. James, the main male, made me wish there were more like him." -- Fictional Bookshelf Reviews

Excerpt

STORY EXCERPT

Marisa took a deep breath and stood up. She walked to the window and gazed out. After a moment, she turned around and smiled for the first time in a week.

‘I’m going to do it. I’m applying for the job. I could go to England. I can do that. I would forget about that dirty cheater in no time!’

‘Yay, that’s the spirit!’ Melanie cheered. ‘Now, let’s have a drink and write the application letter.’

After several glasses of red wine, Marisa read the final draft of her letter and asked Melanie to check it.

‘Yep, that’s good, really good. Professional but friendly, and it has a really good tone.’

‘Okay, here it goes.’ Marisa hit the send tab.

‘Oh, my God, Marisa, you could be in England this time next month!’ Melanie shrieked.

‘I know...’ Marisa bit her lip, feeling overwhelmed but excited.

* * * *

Marisa was amazed to receive an email the next day calling her to an interview in the Plaza hotel to meet her potential boss, a transatlantic businessman and a Lord nonetheless.

‘He is an aristocrat; I can’t believe it. Lord James St. John, what a mouthful!’ Marisa read the letter out to her enthralled sister.

‘Wow, that’s amazing, a real Lord!’ said Melanie, looking wide-eyed.

‘Oh, God, I have to get ready. They want me there at four o’clock today.’ Marisa ran to her room and rummaged in the wardrobe.

‘Did you get all my clothes from Mike’s? Where did you put my blue suit?’

‘Should be in there, hon. I got everything from that rat bag’s apartment.’

Melanie came to help her. ‘Here it is.’ She pulled out the elegant skirt suit.

‘Great, I’ll go and shower. I’ve got an hour to get ready. I‘ll have to leave by three, don‘t want to rush and be a sweaty beast by the time I arrive.’ She paused. ‘Oh, to hell with it, I‘ll take a cab. The subway’s no way to arrive in Fifth Avenue!’

Melanie clapped her hands and giggled. ‘Ooh, I’m going to Google him. I want to see what he looks like, probably a grumpy old dude.’ She dashed to the lounge.

Marisa showered and dressed. Looking at her reflection in the full-length mirror, she smoothed her skirt down and adjusted her jacket. She felt really nervous.

‘Do my tits look too big in this?’ she asked.

Melanie looked away from the computer and rolled her eyes.

‘Don’t say tits in the interview, honey, please.’

‘Doh, of course I won’t! Did you find anything exciting?’

‘There’s no photo of him, but Jesus, Highcroft house is amazing! It says here it has twenty-five bedrooms. That’s not a house, it’s a freaking hotel,’ Melanie said.

‘Ooh, let me see.’ Marisa leaned over her sister’s shoulder and stared at the screen wide-eyed. She was overwhelmed by the sight of the beautiful Georgian mansion set in sprawling, manicured grounds.

‘Oh, my God, it’s huge.’

 ‘It’s fabulous. I hope you get the job. I would love to come and visit you there!’ Melanie gushed. ‘As long as you don’t have to clean the place, I’m not helping you do that.’

‘Don’t be insane! I won’t have to clean it. No, there will probably be cleaners, maids and cooks, a housekeeper, maybe even a butler.’

‘A butler? No way!’

‘Yes, they all have butlers in big grand houses.’ Marisa giggled as she surveyed her appearance in the full-length mirror.

‘Will I do?’ she asked.

‘Oh, yes, you will do very well, Miss,’ Melanie said in a posh English accent.

‘Go get ’em, kid!’ 

* * * *

Marisa entered the grand lobby of the Plaza hotel and checked in at reception. The concierge directed her to the Oak Bar and told her to wait. She walked into the opulent grandeur of the vast Edwardian Art Deco room, gazing at the giant murals of central park covering the walls.

She sat down at a table with beautiful views overlooking Central Park and waited.  Marisa felt uncomfortable and out of place. She was a country girl born and bred in Texas. She was used to hanging out in fancy New York bars, and she had worked in some of the plushest corporate offices in Manhattan but had never been inside anything like the Plaza before.

Oh, well, if I get the job, I’ll have to get used to surroundings like these, she thought.

She composed herself, anxious to make the best impression possible. She really wanted this. She needed the fresh start and the challenge. She needed to forget Mike.

‘Marisa Lowell?’ A severe-looking woman Marisa guessed to be in her early forties arrived at her table.

‘Yes, I’m Marisa, hello.’

She stood and took a step towards the formally dressed woman, her hand outstretched, and the woman grasped it, shaking it firmly. Marisa flinched, surprised by its coldness.

‘I’m Mrs. Reed, Lord St. John’s housekeeper and governess to his children. Please follow me.’ Marisa nodded, following the woman towards the elevators.

They ascended to the ninth floor in silence. Marisa followed Mrs. Reed along the luxurious hallway towards a large door at the far end.

‘Lord St. John’s suite,’ Mrs. Reed said as she knocked on the door lightly before opening it.

A strikingly handsome, dark-haired man stood from behind the desk as they entered. He was at least six-foot-two, his legs long and strong in beige chinos. He wore a smart blue check shirt. Gold cufflinks glinted at his wrists, and his silk tie was a beautiful shade of royal navy. It matched his eyes perfectly. They were startling deep and blue, fringed with heavy, dark lashes, the most amazing eyes she had ever seen in her life. Wow!  

Marisa was stunned. She hadn’t even considered he would be young and handsome.

He smiled and it nearly finished her off. He was so sexy it made her tremble. His teeth were pearly white and perfect. He was so hot, he was masculine perfection!

ADULT EXCERPT

He watched her as she bent over to light the candles, her perfect arse showing under the tiny maid’s dress. He felt his cock stiffen as he imagined kneeling behind her and kissing that peachy bottom with fervour.

His heartbeat quickened as she lay on the bed and caressed herself, squeezing her full breasts encased beneath the corset of her sexy little outfit.

He sucked his breath in. ‘Oh, God,’ he murmured as he watched her open her legs and reveal her silky cunt. She closed her eyes and moaned gently as she touched herself.

 He could see everything. She was exposed for him, her gorgeous wet pussy. He feasted his eyes upon her and licked his lips. He stared at the silky folds and her sweet clit. The curve of her buttocks as her legs spread wider, revealing every inch of her most secret places.  Everything about her made his cock twitch.

He smiled as he caught her peeking at him beneath her eyelashes. His eyes glazed over burning with desire as he watched her slim fingers playing on her clit. Her tongue flicked out moistening her lips.

He slowly unzipped his pants, and his cock sprang out, hard and proud. He began wanking it gently as he watched her finger-frigging her clit. His excitement intensified when she started speaking in a soft, seductive tone.

‘I want strong hands to massage me and feel me all over. I want to feel my lover’s cock pressing against me.’ She breathed huskily.

James remained silent in the shadows, watching her as he pumped his cock firmly, massaging the bulbous head, squeezing the tip to extend his pleasure.

‘Hmm, I want my lover to take me and fuck me without mercy. I’m desperate for his touch. Oh, I wish my lord and master were here. I want to feel his tongue on my tits, his fingers on my pussy, his beautiful cock in my cunt.’

James could not restrain himself any longer. He strode from the shadows with his erection bobbing in front of him as he moved slowly towards the bed.

She feigned surprise. ‘Oh, master, I didn’t realize you were there.’

He grinned wickedly as his eyes travelled all over her body. He loved the kinky maid’s outfit, the stockings, and suspenders. The frilly knickers pushed sluttishly aside, exposing her pussy. ‘Dear God, you are a vision!’ he whispered, his voice husky with desire.

Marisa smiled wantonly. He licked his lips.

His fingers worked quickly as he pulled at the ribbons on the bodice of her dress.

He gasped as the bodice fell apart and she lay there almost naked. He reached out and stroked the soft globes. He groaned as she touched his cock. He sucked his breath in as her soft fingers stroked his shaft. Her touch felt like silk against his flesh, and he ached to thrust his cock inside her tight pussy. But he wanted to take his time and make it last. He intended to tease her until they were both mad with desire.

‘My, we are a naughty little maid, aren’t we?’ he murmured. He watched her, transfixed. He continued stroking her tits, the nipples straining beneath his fingertips. He bent his head to lick them, she groaned loudly as his hand slipped between her legs.

‘Open your legs wide for me,’ he demanded as he nudged her thighs apart.

‘Yes, master,’ she said obediently as she pulled her knees up and spread her legs wide for him.

He grinned. He loved their games. Excitement rushed through his veins, and he longed to tie her up, bind her wrists to the bed, and make her beg to be released so she could touch his cock and suck him. His thoughts ran wild.

He could feel her heart thundering, her breathing rapid with excitement and it spurred him on.

‘Hmm, you’re so wet,’ he murmured as his fingers worked in and out of her soaking pussy. ‘Are you nearly there, are you going to come for me, my darling?’ he asked.

‘Yes!’ she cried out.

He swooped on her, licking her deeply. With a few long, lascivious strokes of his hot, wet tongue, he brought her off instantly.

He groaned as he felt her flood, and he lapped greedily at her juices, flicking her clit as she convulsed on his tongue. She cried out and tugged hard on his hair.

He moved up her quivering body and kissed her lips passionately, his tongue darting into her mouth to share her secretions. She gasped and licked at him, wild and hungry.

‘Did you have a nice come?’

‘Yes, yes...’

‘Now it’s my turn,’ he growled, taking her hand he pulled her up from the bed.

‘Suck me, my naughty maid,’ he demanded.

* * * *

Marisa went to her knees as he presented his beautiful cock to her lips. She licked it slowly, savouring the salty, familiar taste of him as he pushed his cock into her open mouth.

He groaned as she teased him, sucking him softly. He held her head and pushed her onto his shaft. She gagged as he thrust into her mouth. She stared up into his eyes as she sucked him hard and deep.

‘You’re going to make me come,’ he said, then he exploded into her mouth, flooding her throat and she took him eagerly, swallowing every drop until he was spent.

‘Good lord, I saw stars then!’ he said, gasping as he lifted her up and they lay on the bed, exhilarated.

‘It wasn’t too much, my darling?’ he inquired gently, the lust-crazed animal in him now tamed.

‘God, no, I loved it. It was really hot.’

She kissed him lazily and wrapped her leg around his hip. He slipped a hand between her legs. She was drenched.

‘See what you do to me?’

He groaned and nuzzled into her neck. ‘You’re fantastic,’ he whispered.

‘Oh, I know.’ She giggled.

‘Oh, do you now, Miss Modesty.’ He grinned sexily as he rolled on top of her and slipped his still hard cock inside. He moved slowly until she felt as though she were floating beneath him, her body a quivering pleasure-soaked mess.