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.
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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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