Pamela Johnson has only recently began writing under the pen name of Amanda McIntyre.  Risky Business is her first Sons of Zeus story.  She will have a December release 'SOMEONE TO WATCH OVER ME" with SUITE Magazine's April hunk, Jimmy Thomas on its cover.  Amanda's persona weaves multi-faceted stories of sensual passion and erotic romance. Told from the dark side, her stories draw you into a world where reality is seduced by the surreal. Amanda welcome's you to her ethereal world of heroes, myths, and legends. www.amandamcintyre.net.

She is multi-published in several romance sub-genres and non-fiction works under the pen name of Pamela Johnson. Pamela is also the recipient of numerous awards, finalist positions, nominations, with work featured on television and RT conferences, including Midwest Book Reviews feature book, RTR's Reviewers Choice, a Dorothy Parker nomination, 2003 CAPA Award, and finalist for 2004 CAPA from the Romance Studio.

Risky Business
By
Amanda McIntyre

Chapter One

    Erostotle Windgate. The embossed gold lettering on his leather black address book made his mouth twitch in a wry grin. There was little the gods had not freely showered him with. Wealth, stature, and an incredible job. And charm? He was oozing with it. That and his impeccable good looks were two of the many reasons he was in the position he was in.
     Eros, as he was called by most, thumbed through the worn pages, perusing the names — all female — with home phone numbers, email, and cell phone numbers. Notations of work schedules, lunch breaks, and spouse's business trips accompanied some of them. Tall, skinny, voluptuous, short, well-endowed, svelte — it mattered little to Eros as long as she was willing and ready. His pleasure came in the screams and sighs of his female entourage, his faithful few.
    He glanced at the dank, rainy afternoon, his gaze resting on one name in particular. As though choosing a fine wine for dinner, Eros settled back in his high back chair and picked up his phone. Veronica was the perfect choice for a cozy dine-in evening. She liked picnics in front of the fireplace, good wine, a game of strip poker, and then whatever followed. She almost always lost. Eros smiled, wondering if either of them could really consider the outcome as a loss. He removed his polished black shoes from his massive mahogany desk. The weather was despicable. Cold and sputtering, the kind of damp misty rain that soaked into your bones. But it was nothing that a cozy fire, a fur rug, a snifter of brandy, and Veronica's creamy thighs couldn't handle.
    He often enjoyed a quiet evening at home, partaking in the traditional amenities of lovemaking. His arousal enticed more often by his imagination, however, he was the president of one of the hottest adult toy industries in the northern continent, if not on a global scale. He was, what his mother labeled, an explorer and that too, was another reason he did so well in this business.
    His mother, Aphrodite, owned Aphrodite's Pleasures, but it was Eros that had made it the success that it was.
    "Ronnie, hi babe, it's me. Have you been stuck in that dreary cubicle all day?" He waited patiently as she filled his ears with the trials of her day. He learned early on that most women just wanted a shoulder to lay their weary head on and he was more than willing to oblige.
    "You poor thing," he cooed into the phone, swinging his chair so he could reach his fireplace remote. "Why don't I fix us a little bite here at my place? You come on    more >>