Maggie Blackbird

Romancing Canada's Indigenous People

June is I :::Heart::: Erotic Romance month at my blog.  During these next thirty days, I’ll be featuring authors who write erotic romance, besides the usual blog posts.  Today, I have Fiona McGier in the interview chair.  We’re discussing her erotic romance Only One Man Will Do.  Be sure to check out the excerpt.


1. What drew you to writing erotic romance?

Fiona:  Sex is an integral part of being human. I embrace it as just one of the many appetites we all feel, but to me, it has even more importance than some others.

Emotional satisfaction and the sharing of love is all tied intimately to a good, healthy sexual relationship. Besides, my mom and her sisters turned me on to romance when I was a kid, and I can remember Mom drop-kicking a book across the room, yelling, “All that build-up and no sex? I’m never reading YOU again!” Mom may be gone, but I don’t want to disappoint any readers like her.

2. What do you like most about writing erotic romance?

Fiona:  My mind gives me sex scenes all the time! LOL. So whenever I’m writing, it’s more a matter of letting the scenes reflect the characters–there’s never any question in my mind that these two who are meant to be together, are going to share some very good times. And as an author, I want to share them with my readers.

3. What do you like least about writing erotic romance?

Fiona:  The disapproval from people who expect all erotic romance to be as badly-written as the popular books they read because everyone else was reading them.

4. Why did you write this book you are featuring?

Fiona:  After writing book one, I was fascinated by the character of the red-haired biker queen who threatened the hero in book one. I wanted to know more about her–and create a man who could stand up to her and be her equal.

5. Why do you think readers should invest their time in reading erotic romance?

Fiona:  No matter your personal situation, everyone enjoys the magical feelings of falling in love, and the ecstasy from realizing that your feelings are reciprocated. Reading erotic romance allows you to experience that bliss over and over again. And book boyfriends are never too tired or uninterested. LOL.


Title: Only One Man Will Do
Series: Minnesota Romances, Book 2
Author: Fiona McGier
Sub-Genre: Contemporary
Erotic Elements: BDSM, one orgy scene
Book Length: 68,125 words
Release Date: April 1, 2020
Publisher: Smashwords

She’s never been satisfied with one man–he doesn’t share. How far will he go to keep her for himself?

Blurb:  Tough-as-nails businesswoman by day, Alexandra is a biker queen by night. When a large Russian man inserts himself into her life, she follows her instincts to some explosive sex.  But he’s not willing to share her with her gang, and she’s not willing to give up other men.

When two of her bikers are killed, Dmitri is the main suspect.  How far is he willing to go to keep her to himself?  And has she really fallen in love for the first time ever…with a murderer?

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Alexandra Blackstone strode into her office purposefully. As she sat down at her desk, she pulled at some paperwork that she needed to review. Once the file was in front of her she opened it and began to read. Her inner observations reflected her opinion of the report.

They need a more forceful presence in the market–not sure we have the cajones to do it, but heard of our reputation. Hmm, wonder if they’re worried because Daddy isn’t in charge anymore? Yet another stupid man underestimating me because I’ve got a snatch?

She was already frowning in irritation when noise from outside of her office made her look up. Joyce was heading out to lunch as I walked in, so who’s out there?

The door was opened without anyone knocking, and a mountain of a man walked through it without a word.

Alexandra’s eyes narrowed as she watching him move casually over to the chair on the opposite side of the desk from her, and sit down with the supreme confidence of someone who knew he had been expected. “Who the fuck are you and what are you doing in my office?”

The man studied her closely. “Your voice is as low and sexy as I thought it would be, based on how you look.” He made this observation casually, as if to himself.

Alexandra sat back and glared at him in silence to give herself time to think.  I don’t feel threatened by him, but he’s definitely a force to be reckoned with.  He’s not that tall, but he’s built so wide that it feels crowded in the office with just the two of us in it. I’ll bet there’s solid muscle under his clothes. She frowned with irritation at her own reaction, as she felt her juices beginning to leak out of her to soak her lacy black thong.

“I repeat, who the fuck are you? I don’t take any appointments at this time of day. I’m trying to catch up on paperwork. I don’t have time to dick around with some asshole who pushes his way into my office. Should I call security and have you escorted out?”

His eyebrows rose and his lips turned up slightly. “You could try. That would give me a reason to come around to your side of the desk.” He looked like he found that idea appealing.

Shit! He’s got sexy dimples when he smiles. His dark brown eyes are so piercing, I feel like he’s stripped me in his mind and he’s got me bent over the desk already! He must be putting out some powerful pheromones to get me so hot so quickly. Either that, or it’s been way too long since I got laid.

He cleared his throat to get her attention. “We need to talk, Alexandra Blackstone. I have a message for you.”

She leaned forward and rested her arms on the desk, steepling her fingers together, tapping the pointer fingers against each other–a habit she had learned from her dad, who used this gesture to show the speaker had his full attention. “And what is that message?”

“You need to stay away from the actor known as Raul Roderick. You’re not to contact him or any of his family, nor are you to attempt to collect on a threat you made to him that you would find him someday and make him–ahem–make him have sex with you.”

Alexandra leaned back and laughed in surprise. “I think you have me confused with someone else. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He leaned forward and Alexandra felt like the air was being pushed toward her, like his tiniest movements were affecting her surroundings. “Oh, I think you do. You are Alexandra Blackstone, daughter of a Thomas Blackstone who founded this marketing company. He had two daughters, no son. You are the elder, so you are the one he groomed to take over his business when he retired, which he did last year. He still sits on the board when he’s not tanning in Florida.”

She frowned.  “All of which is public record. None of which suggests I know what the hell you’re talking about.”

He leaned back with a smile and crossed his legs, his right ankle resting on his left thigh, giving her a good view of the large bulge in his crotch area. She tried to ignore her body’s reaction as her inner muscles tensed in anticipation, her nipples beaded against the lacy bra, the moisture continued to pour onto her thong, and her breathing sped up as she imagined what was stretching the fabric. She looked up to focus on something–anything else–and found herself staring at the wide fingers resting on the arms of the chair. She blinked in surprise. Jesus, his cock must be wider than my wrist! He looks like he knows what I’m thinking. He’s toying with me, damn him. And he’s enjoying it.

“You are also Alex, the red-headed biker queen of a group of Harley riders based out of the Mille Lacs area. You spend your weekends up there during riding weather, staying at a farmhouse owned by your family, surrounded by the gang you recruited personally. You fuck all of the men, keeping everyone in line by the sheer force of your personality.” He studied her intently.

Once again she felt naked under his gaze. She squirmed as she felt herself creating a huge wet spot that soaked through her slip onto her skirt. Damn! I’ll have to get my suit dry-cleaned after this.

She attempted to bluff. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now since I have work to do, I suggest you leave now, mister–what was your name?”

“There’s no need for lying between us, Alexandra.”

Her name rolled off his tongue to caress her in places she was trying to ignore.

“We are two of a kind. Like you, I wear many faces, many names. I don’t have a public identity for you to search out. I make no judgments. I’m speaking to you plainly because I won’t insult your intelligence by pretending or lying. I’ve been sent by my cousin to do a favor for the actor I mentioned. He’s getting married and has given up his former drug-fueled lifestyle. He’s making a clean break with his past in order to build a future with his bride. I promised my cousin I’d make sure that the drug dealers who used to supply him knew to stay away from him. I used–shall we say–some carefully applied persuasion. Once they get out of the hospital, I don’t think they’ll try to contact him again. You are the last name on my list. Once I’ve convinced you to drop any claim you might feel you have on him, I can tell my cousin I’m done.”

Her irritation was joined by more than a hint of disappointment. He’s not here to seduce me? He’s here to give me an ultimatum! What balls! Who the fuck does he think he is? She felt her anger rising, the familiar redness rising in her face, her skin heating up as she realized the man thought he could order her around. She forgot that she wasn’t supposed to know what he was talking about.

“What? Did he send you after me? Is that big movie star too much of a pussy to take care of business himself?”

He shook his head. “No.  But as I told you, my cousin is giving him peace of mind as a wedding gift. Once you agree not to cause him any further trouble, our business is done and I will leave.”

Alexandra took a few deep breaths to force her anger and her raging hormones under her control. I’ve done this before. Negotiating a win-win situation is one of my specialties. She studied him carefully, making sure that he noticed her staring at the bulge in his pants, that appeared to twitch under her gaze. Her eyes rose up his torso as she imagined the muscular barrel-shaped chest under his shirt, and the wide shoulders that looked like he’d have no trouble holding her down. She looked up and into his eyes and she was gratified and excited by the naked lust on his face.

“Okay, Russian–you are Russian aren’t you? Your Slavic accent seems to get more pronounced when you’re–um–excited.” She nodded her head towards his groin to show she’d noticed his erection. She licked her lips and smiled.

He nodded, as his nostrils flared and his eyes narrowed.

He knows we’re in negotiations. Her nerves thrummed with anticipation.

He cleared his throat. “My name is Dmitri.”

“Okay, Dmitri. You’re right. I am the woman you’re looking for. And you’re also right about us being two of a kind. You’ll have to forgive me for trying to play games with you, but I’m wearing a suit and sitting in my office. I have to pretend to be all kinds of things to win the endless power plays involved with being a woman running a man’s business.”

He nodded again, his gaze so heated she felt about to burst into flames.

“So–if I agree to your terms–and I’m not saying I will. But if I agree, what do I get in return? I presume you aren’t going to put me into the hospital if I don’t.”

“Why not?”

She shook her head. “Because I don’t get the vibe off of you that you would hurt a woman.”

“I have. I might again. But continue.”

She tried not to show how his words sent a tremor of excitement that made her already primed body want to explode. “I ask again. What do I get if I agree?”

His nostrils flared again as he inhaled deeply. “What do you want?”

You bastard! You can smell how excited I am, can’t you? She squirmed in her seat, feeling the wet spot spreading on her clothing. “I wanted bragging rights for having fucked the famous Raul Roderick. But I’m willing to forget the whole celebrity-whore thing for a good, hard dicking from a big, powerful Russian man.”

A slow smile spread across his face. Combined with the lust already there, it made him look like a predator about to spring.

She tensed her body in anticipation.

He got up and moved around the desk.

She watched him warily. Just like a panther stalking and I’m the prey!


I sub in high schools during the school year. Otherwise I’m writing and blogging about my books–and reading and writing reviews. Not only do I write erotic romance, I love to read it too. I often read while camping with my long-time HEA. Our four adult kids sometimes join us. I’m an avid Jazzerciser, and I love to hike in the woods. I also enjoy sewing–mostly masks these days– crocheting afghans to keep my loved ones warm, and baking–cookies, muffins, and especially pies. I’m known for my never-fail pie crust, so I put the recipe on my website under the pies tab, along with some of my family’s favorites, that I featured in one of my books that had a heroine who baked lots of pies.

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5 thoughts on “Fiona McGier – Only One Man Will Do

  1. celticchick says:

    Thanks for sharing this, Fiona. I love a strong heroine who knows what she wants and takes it.

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    1. fionamcgier says:

      Thanks Celtic Chick–me too, BTW. Me faither was from Glesga, and had a strong Scottish accent his whole life. It’s why I haven’t yet written a bare-chested Highlander in a kilt romance. The accent doesn’t say “hello sexy man” to me. It says, “hello, Dad.” LOL! If you’re my random winner for a free download of this book, I’ll have to get your email from Maggie? Thanks for your kind words.

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      1. I’m not sure I can see her email or not but I will check. TY for holding a contest!


  2. fionamcgier says:

    Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I’ll do a random selection of one reader who leaves a comment along with their email. You’ll get the code for a free download of this book! So if you enjoy the steamy excerpt, you get a chance at reading the rest of the book too–on me! (Well, not literally–hmm, another steamy scene plays in my mind. LOL!)


  3. fionamcgier says:

    Thanks for giving me the chance to expose (ahem) your readers to my books! This is probably the most erotic book I’ve written–for now. LOL. But I really liked climbing inside the head of the red-haired biker queen–and the man who is strong enough to stand toe-to-toe with her–so they both win.


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