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Shopping with Mrs. Blakemore
Shopping with Mrs. Blakemore
Shopping with Mrs. Blakemore
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Shopping with Mrs. Blakemore

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The Blakemores are back in this second installment of the short story series where readers learn more about Saxton Blakemore, his family and the reason he stayed married to Odessa.

Settle into a comfy chair with your eReader as the Blakemores begin a new adventure under the guise of their newly formed company, Blakemore Imports and Collectibles. In this edition, they are heading into Panama to collect intel on arms shipments being funneled through the Central American country. Their mission, observe, take photos and do not engage.

But, we are talking about Odessa Blakemore, aren’t we? There are snakes and ligers, and smugglers, oh my. The Blakemores also make a horrific discovery while making a few new allies. However, it is the new enemies they have made, which may be the death of this twosome.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherOlivia Gaines
Release dateOct 14, 2013
ISBN9781502262660
Shopping with Mrs. Blakemore
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Olivia Gaines

Olivia is a USA Today Best Selling and multiple award-winning author who loves a good laugh coupled with some steam, mixed in with a man and woman finding their way past the words of “I love you.” An author of contemporary romances, she writes heartwarming stories of blossoming relationships about couples not only falling in love but building a life after the sensual love scene. 2015 Swirl Award Winner, Best Erotic Romance, Thursdays in Savannah. 2017 IRAE Award Winner, Best Contemporary Romance, Wyoming Nights 2019 IRAE Award Winner, Favorite Series, The Men of Endurance 2019 IRAE Award Winner, Reader's Choice Award 2019 Nominee, Top Female Authors, The AuthorShow.com When Olivia is not writing, she enjoys quilting, playing Scrabble online against other word lovers and spending time with her family. She is an avid world traveler who writes many of the locations into her stories. Most of the time she can be found sitting quietly with pen and paper plotting more adventures in love. Olivia lives in Hephzibah, Georgia with her husband, son, grandson and snotty evil cat, Katness Evermean. Learn more about her books, upcoming releases and join her bibliophile nation at www.ogaines.com Subscribe to her email list at http://eepurl.com/OulYf Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/olivia.gaines.31 Twitter: https://twitter.com/oliviagaines Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/gaines.olivia/

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    Shopping with Mrs. Blakemore - Olivia Gaines

    Chapter One- Breakfast with the Blakemores

    Saxton Blakemore awoke feeling rather light.  It was odd to awaken and not find his wife, Odessa, asleep atop his chest.  The first few months of marriage he had found her habit to be a bit odd, and sometimes rather uncomfortable, but a year later, he relished in the morning ritual. His head lolled to the left as he checked the alarm clock; it was 7:15 on a Saturday morning and she was not up. His hand crept to the right to feel her side of the bed and came in contact with the familiar warmth of her body. Saxton did a slight roll to his side while his head rested on his forearm as he watched her sleep.  My Lord, she was a beautiful thing; smart, protective, loads of energy, and all his.

    He stared at Odessa who was sprawled out on the mattress, legs spread, mouth agape and a small string of drool running from her tongue down the corner of her mouth. Yes sir, all that sexy belonged to him. Saxton needed that sexy to wake up; he was in dire need of some breakfast. Several times it had crossed his mind to roll on top of her and reverse the morning ceremony, but she was all of 115 pounds and he was topping out at nearly two hundred.  This required some finesse; his appetite was growing.

    A calloused hand was placed upon her firm, taut abdomen as he thought of the not so near future when her belly would swell with a beautiful brown-eyed little angel he wanted to name Sahara.  A bigger grin spread across his face when the image was replaced by a little guy, with dark hair, lots of attitude, and a tiny version of himself; that one should be a junior. He and Odessa had spoken briefly about children, both realizing they wanted some, but neither had set a definitive start time. If he had his way, they would start right now, but first, he needed his feast.

    Slowly, he pulled the fabric of her pajama top open to reveal one perfect cocoa covered mound.  He slipped his index and middle finger in his mouth to moisten the tips allowing his hand to venture lower from her abdomen until his fingers connected to, Hmmmm. Odessa moaned a bit in her sleep. Saxton leaned over extending his tongue until it made contact with her breast.  The small circles he was making with his fingers in her nether regions, he emulated with his mouth on her nipple. Odessa’s legs started to move as she responded to his fingers.  Saxton continued working until he knew the familiar sound of her body engaging and preparing for his entry. She was waking up.

    Saxton closed her top, rolled to his back and pretended he was sleeping.  He added some help with a slightly aggressive nudge with his foot to awaken his credit-card loving princess, causing Odessa to jump. She stretched lazily, like a cat, as she yawned, Oh, I was having such a wonderful dream, she said to Saxton as she reached into the nightstand for the small container of breath mints and quickly popped one in her mouth.  Rolling over to face her husband, she slipped one between Saxton’s lips as she opened her pajama top and slid on top of him. Good morning, husband, allow me to share with you what I was dreaming, she told him as she planted a feathery light kiss upon his lips.

    He imitated coming awake, Good morning, Baby. What were you dreaming about?

    Odessa said few words as her fingers reached inside his boxers to grab a handful of her husband. Saxton’s eyes rolled back in his head as she incrementally connected their bodies.  His hands gripped her hips as she began the slow dance with which to start their day.  Saxton knew he was a lucky man to be married to such a beautiful woman that was also a morning person. Very few days would begin without his wife providing him what he fondly referred to as his breakfast. A grin covered Saxton’s face. A man needed his breakfast; it was the most important way to start the day, it made his life feel neat and orderly. Versus the uncertainty of being a field agent.

    Chapter Two- Here Are Your Orders

    Saxton hated the idea of heading back into the field to work in any aspect of the agency.  Agent Marecus Roget had arrived two nights ago, out of breath, full of ideas, and a handful of bullshit that was fed to his wife with the aid of a black credit card. It truly infuriated him to no end that the agency wanted to use his wife as his cover.  Adding insult to a nearly blind eye, they were using the guise of an antiquities buyer to enter Panama and spy on God knows who.  Odessa didn’t know anything about antiques.  She did know a lot about shopping, which nearly got her kidnapped and killed in Mexico.  Shopping.  Of all the cockamamie ideas that Roget had come up with, this was the lamest one yet.

    It had become clear to Saxton that his wife was concerned about the lack of excitement in their lives.  If one were to be totally honest, the life of a spy was very similar to that of a soldier; lots of prep, then hurry up and wait.  Saxton had spent a great deal of time waiting.  He had become an observer, but never truly taking part in what was happening around him.  Inadvertently, he had become a watcher.  A saddened voyeur,

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