Red Light Fantasies by Brandi Evans Book Tour and Giveaway :)
His
for the Taking
Red
Light Fantasies Book 1
by
Brandi Evans
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
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.
**Only
99 cents! **
I followed his reflection in the
mirror, and as he stepped behind me, one hand possessively hooked at
my hipbone, the other fisted around his cock, a touch of
vulnerability played at the edge of his persona. It was almost
imperceptible, a flicker of guilt here, a dab of resolve there. I’d never seen anything—anyone—more
beautiful. Had his vulnerability been visible the
night before? Had I been too overwhelmed by his presence, too lost in
his larger-than-life persona that the subtleness had escaped me? Or
had the darkness and shadows of the bedroom obscured them, only to be
revealed in the light of morning and the bright bulbs overhead. I scrutinized him as he pressed his
hips forward, grabbed me possessively by the hips, and speared my
pussy with his cock. My eyes instinctively tried to roll back, but I
fought the initial burst of pleasure tinged with pain. I fought it
with everything I had, needing to watch him as long as I could,
taking in this rare glimpse of Max unguarded. My Max. At least for the moment. He looked up, and our gazes caught in
the mirror. He froze, erection wedged so deep inside me he felt like
he was everywhere, and for a long moment, he simply held me. And
though no words passed between us, I’d never felt closer to anyone.
A
Hot Mess
Red
Light Fantasies Book 2
Jealousy's
a real bitch, but so is his ex-girlfriend.
Maxwell
Penn is my lover, my boss, and my Dom. He pushes me emotionally as
well as sexually, in all the ways a girl should be pushed by the man
she loves. Sure, some days, I still swing back and forth between
wanting to strangle him and wanting to straddle him, but I wouldn’t
give him up for the world. Oh, did I mention there’s talk of him
taking me to a Swingers' Ball at a local BDSM club?
So
yeah, our relationship is positively sizzling. At least, it is until
Boudoir Fashion Week, when Max’s college girlfriend explodes back
into his life, and everything goes south. Giselle Dubois is tall,
svelte, and so stunning that I feel the need to wear sunglasses
whenever she’s around.
As
she uses her sensuality and intimate knowledge of Max's past, Giselle
embarks on a mission of manipulation to acquire something Max "took"
from her years ago, but it’s not just knowledge of Max’s past she
has in her arsenal. She knows my past. My family's secrets. The dark
stain that has marred my family since I was a child. But Giselle
isn’t the only threat facing us. There is another monster in our
midst, one far more cunning and deadly.
Publisher’s
Note: This love story contains elements of power exchange, multiple
partners, a vindictive ex-girlfriend, and explicitly described
sensual encounters. If these offend you, please do not purchase this
book.
"Where are we?" I leaned forward in the
passenger's seat of Max's Jaguar and surveyed the small parking lot
where I found myself. An abandoned alleyway lay between us and a
four-story brick building. The structure was so nondescript that I
doubt I'd have looked at it twice if Max hadn't pulled in here. Max put the car into park,
took my hand, and gave it a squeeze. "This, my sweet, is
Restrained Fantasies." "This is what?" Every muscle in my body
went rigid. I'd mentioned yesterday evening I'd wanted him to bring
me here so I could experience the place, but with all that had
happened between then and now, I'd practically forgotten—let alone
had time to mentally prepare myself for coming here. Since our tiff in the
kitchen, we hadn't spoken much, just the general Max-and-Bree morning
pleasantries. How close are you to
ready? Would you like me to
get you some more coffee before we leave? Mmm, that dress makes
you look positively fuckable. How am I supposed to keep my hands off
you the rest of the day? That sort of thing. He
hadn't said or done jack shit to prepare me for this. He'd mentioned a surprise,
but I'd assumed it was something like going out of our way to run by
my favorite coffee shop, Spill the Beans. Since it was Boudoir
Fashion Week, I hadn't been at Red Light this week, and I was missing
my usual coffee-and-gossip sessions with my Red Light coworkers, Chad
and Aimée. Chad had started dating a new guy about the same time
Max and I had gotten together, and the week before last, Chad had
uttered the words, "I could see this turning into something
serious." For free-spirited, love-'em-and-leave-'em Chad, that
was saying something, so yeah, I was dying to know the latest
details. Max knew that, so an unexpected trip to see them would have
been right up his alley. But this ... This! My heart knocked against
my sternum as Max stepped from the vehicle, came around to my side,
and opened the door. He offered me his hand, but I didn't move. He
was a perfect gentleman, even outside a BDSM club. Why did that hit
me as such a strange contradiction? "I'm scared," I
admitted, hands fisted in my lap. "You asked me to
bring you, didn't you?" "Yes, but, it's
just ..." I closed my eyes. "... I didn't say I didn't want
to go. I'm just—" "Scared." "Yeah, I'm scared."
I willed my heart rate to slow and failed. "It's not like I've
had time to prepare myself for
something like this." Which was true. With an index finger to my
chin, Max tilted my face up and gifted me with a brilliant smile. "Restrained Fantasies
is a safe place. Its owners have made sure of that. There's no better
place to let yourself free …”
All
Maxed Out
Red
Light Fantasies Book 3
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!
In
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 write!—stories hot enough to
melt eReaders.
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