Not all love stories play by
society’s rules.
Excerpt:
Max strolled in like he owned the place, which was appropriate,
considering he did own the place. But did he have to do it looking sexier than
any man should be allowed to be?
I clutched my hand over my heart. “Max, you scared the living shit outta
me! I thought a maniac had stuck around after hours.”
“My apologies, Ms. Jennings,” he said.
Bree. Bree. Bree. I wished he’d
stop with the formalities and go back to calling me Bree, the way he used to
before our relationship had gone sideways.
“It’s okay,” I said, readjusting the strap of my travel bag. “My mind
was…elsewhere.”
Max nodded, looking me up and down with the Texas-sky-blue eyes that
fueled my fantasies, and my heart kicked up a few more beats per minute. That
time, however, my reaction had nothing to do with fear.
Why’d he have to be so damned sexy?
Tanned, muscular, and topping six foot, he was a walking wet dream, and
the stimulating hum between my legs, the one that had been driving me crazy all
night, morphed into a high-powered tingle. I doubted even my trusty Rabbit
could ease the ache.
Blurb:
I love
managing Red Light Lingerie, a sexy boutique in Dallas. I get to spend my days
talking to people about bedroom wear, sex toys, and enhancement lotions for all
occasions. But by far, my favorite erotic job perk is my sexy British boss,
Maxwell Penn.
Max is
a Matthew McConaughey look-alike who’s equal parts dreamboat and domineering
pain in the neck, and I regularly fluctuate between “I want to bed him” and “I
want to strangle him.” But still, yum.
The
paradigm of our relationship, however, changes irrevocably when a lingerie
designer, a friend of Max’s from Britain, comes to town, and I have to stand in
for a no-show lingerie model. Before I can say G-string, I find myself
sandwiched between Max and his dark-n-sexy friend.
I’d be
in total heaven if it weren’t for the guilt swirling in Max’s blue eyes. I have
no idea why it’s there, but I’m bound and determined to find out.
Publisher’s Note: This book contains
descriptions of consensual activities, including eroticism and discipline. If
you object to these elements, please do not read this book.
About the Author:
Brandi
Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning
the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not
really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!
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reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school,
middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the
nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom.
And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and
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Hi Kathryn and Brandi,
ReplyDeleteI love the premise to this story and enjoyed the snippet :)
Hugs
Roz