Title: First
Encounter
Author: Candy
O’Donnell
Genre: NA
Romance
Blurb:
She didn't only touch his heart... she touched his soul.
Twenty-two year old Eric Holtzer didn't know
what hit him when he first encountered Vivian DuCrane in the hotel lobby. Being
a Prince from another country did have its benefits--awesome benefits, such as
booze, fast cars, and women, but Vivian was something special--and she was
about to turn his world upside down!
Excerpt:
Chance Meeting
Chance Meeting
Twenty-two year old Eric
Holtzer flipped his iphone in his hand a few times before glancing over at the
blond-haired sleeping beauty lying next to him. Her perfect curves accentuated
her thin frame as it encouraged him to reach out and touch her soft, pale skin.
She was a thing to behold. He shook slightly when the rock and roll ring tone
of his phone yelled out in his hand.
When he brought it to
his ear another majestic sound pulled him back to the day before. A red-head
soothed softly in his ear and he responded, “Monica, it is so good to hear from
you so soon.” He listened to her tearful crying as it battered him for another
five minutes before he promised to meet her at the bar near the hotel lobby.
Reluctantly she agreed after arguing that she needed to see him now. Eric hung
up the phone and listened to the heavy breathing of his mate the evening
before.
Eric sauntered into the
luxurious Italian marble bathroom where he examined himself in the mirror. A
long, drawn facial expression slapped him instead of the usual gleeful grin.
Deep blue eyes stared back as his dark auburn hair entangled around his neck as
if something wicked was pulling on it all night. He watched as his taunt,
muscular physique moved about as he reached for the toothpaste and a clean
white towel.
“What am I going to do?”
He uttered to himself.
Broad shoulders swiveled
when he flexed down to pick up the towel as it slid to the immaculate white
tiled floor. It was still pure as the driven show when he lifted it to see
exhaustion racing through his face. He attempted to recapture the sensual
moment with the two gorgeous women by his side. One he had last night, and the
other, the night before. Both nights were filled with passion and ecstasy! They
could not wait to be with a soon-to-be King.
He thought back to the
tiny, lush island off the coast of France. It had been his home with his
parents since the day he was born. Every royal family came to the special
occasion—which was his birth. It was fanciful, or so they tell him.
None-the-less, every eligible lady for miles around clamored to his side ever
since.
He vigorously washed his
body off with sweet-smelling soap and hotel shampoo. It cleansed him in a way
that he could carry on with another day. No sin would halt this adult Prince.
After stepping from
obscure shower, he slowly dressed and spied the empty bed. The lady had left
his engorged room with its fine furnishings as he grinned at the prospect of
not having to deal with another decline of friendship or further dealings.
He wanted to re-live
this weekend all over again as he finalized his attire with a black tie. It fit
perfectly with his monkey suit, compliments of his mother, of course. He
laughed at that part. She always ensured he had the perfect outfit for every
occasion during his stay in the U.S.
Sacramento, California
was not his first choice of places to stay, but his mother’s. She offered to
cling to him during the entire trip. He refused, knowing his time would be
limited with so many single ladies. After grabbing his phone he glanced once
again at the mirror then whistled.
“It’s time to go party!
And I am the main attraction.” After inspecting the room for any remaining
details such a lingerie or female belongings he tilted his head to the side and
offered a final parting gift. “It has been one hell of a haul.”
He shut the hotel door
behind him and Eric hurried down the long well-lit hall toward the silver toned
elevator where an older gentleman with graying hair stood within. The elder
male cleared his throat and asked, “Going out for the evening, sir? We have
many fine dining establishments with a minute’s walk.”
“Yes, actually, I am
heading to a cocktail party downstairs and I am meeting with another someone
there too. Thanks for pushing the woman out of my room while I was showering. I
could not listen to another rant on about what I owed her. It could have gotten
a bit hairy.” Eric mumbled the last sentence as the mill doors opened and two
young teenage girls stood whispering to themselves. He knew right away who they
were discussing. “Good evening, ladies.” He soothed.
They snickered with
small hands held over their light pink lips. Being in the presence of a Prince
was almost too much for them when they turned and headed to the stairs. They
were still giggling uncontrollably when they jogged from the elevator.
“You may ride down with
me. We are on the sixtieth floor, after all. I will not bite.” He stood aside
as the two females stepped into the small compartment and continued smiling
under his stare. “It would take a long time if you took the stairs, and by the
time you got there, you will have to reapply your lip gloss.”
“Yeah, we don’t want to
do that.” One girl interjected. “That would be dreadful.”
“No, way, we look great
already. Sweating is not what I want to be doing.” The other said to her
friend. They both shook their heads in agreement.
When they arrived on the
bottom floor of the hotel the girls skipped out as soon as the doors opened and
never looked back. Eric on the other hand, complimented their attire and told
them to have a nice evening.
“You are such a
gentleman.” The older man commented. “How do you get these females to fall all
over themselves?” He then closed the elevator doors behind Eric.
“Thanks, I think.” Eric
glanced around at other frantic humans milling about the lower floor where the
reception was located. He surmised his drink date would stand him up because
she was nowhere to be found.
Eric spotted a 3-tier
circular stone fountain near the entrance of the hotel and walked toward it
with his hands dug deep into his pockets. The cement structure was about eight
feet wide from brim to brim with an eight foot tall rearing horse in the
middle. Water spouted from its gaping mouth. Upon its back was a rider wearing
a military uniform. Eric’s eyes quickly dropped into the pool of water—it was
crystal clear and had a few glittering rocks that sat on the bottom. Every time
water toppled down, the heart-shaped stones shimmered.
“Nice, isn’t it?” A
voice startled him from behind. When he turned the most incredible creature
stood in black pumps and a form-fitting black dress with a white belt. It
hugged her figure quite snugly. Her perfect dirty-blond hair was pulled back
into a ponytail and Eric could not take his eyes off her.
“Yes-s it is very nice.”
His blue eyes lightened in her presence as she stared into the pool of clean
water. All he could think of was touching her.
“I find it relaxing
whenever I come here.” She muttered softly. His eyes roved over her impeccable
pink cheeks and her small flawless nose. He did not seem to notice anything
else on her body, but that face—it was the face of an angel.
“Do… you come here…
often?” Eric stumbled over his words. At least he thought he twisted them
inside out. Within, his heart did cartwheels and he could not stop from
perspiring under her stare.
“Yes, I have visited
this fountain each day before and after work. It has a sense of calm about it.”
She turned toward him with one side of her mouth raised. Her radiant smile
brought him to his knees as his gut reacted to her highlighted face. Something
invisible had smacked him in the solar plexus and he did not know if his breath
would ever return.
The sun’s rays revealed
her most adorable bodily features. Her skin seemed to glisten as if smeared
with precious stones and her eyes drew him in until he thought nothing would
ever come between them. The setting sun’s rays raced toward her almond-shaped
eyes where she stared into his.
“That is nice.” The
words dropped out of his mouth like he was a schoolboy in love. He began to
feel his body temperature rise as he felt his need for her arising.
“Yes, thanks. Enjoy your
evening, sir.” She began to step from him. Everything within him wanted to
encircle this beautiful creature with money, jewelry, and his eternal desire to
be close to her. Please stay, he said to himself.
“How do you know I’m
going out?” He called. His eyes meandered over her when she turned to stare
back at him. He then fell in deeper. Those baby blues could not be turned away
from. She must be a gift from heaven and here she was, dropped in his lap.
“You are dressed in a
black and white suit and your dress tie.” She came toward him and lifted a hand
to it and straightened it. “There you go.” He felt a strange surge of energy
rush through him when she did so. She must have felt it too. He thought as her face
blushed under his gaze.
“I suppose so.” Eric
answered. She pegged him for a suit-wearing man, but that was not all she was.
He so wanted to sit and talk with this lady.
“You enjoy whatever it
is you are heading to.” She swiveled on one foot and hurried from him. The
elevator doors were wide open and she hopped inside.
“What is your name?” He
shouted, but it was too late. She was already in the elevator and the doors
closed behind her. Eric’s heart could not stop thumping in his chest. This was
something he had never experienced before. She was something special.
Author Bio:
Candy
O’Donnell was born in Carmichael, California.
At the age of
twelve, she wrote her first mini book. Filled mostly with what took place with
her mother and her long tedious bout with leukemia. It was a short story told
as extra credit when she suffered a sprained ankle and had to be out of school
for over two months. School officials refused to believe a word of what she had
written until her grandmother, her guardian back then, entered the school with
the truth. Everything she had written down was exactly what took place.
Unfortunately her mother succumbed to the disease.
She
earned a Bachelor’s degree in History and Culture. After living with her aunt
and uncle for over five years she wished to explore her uncle’s Native heritage
and did so with vigor. She also has 6 Grad units in Criminal Justice.
Author Links:
Twitter:
@Candyodonnell
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