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.
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.
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.
I turned to my lover. “Okay, Max. We only have a few minutes, so talk fast. What’s the deal with Giselle Dubois? Why does the mention of her name make you—”
Max cut me off with the kind of kiss meant to command my complete, unconditional surrender, and despite myself, my traitorous body was all too willing to wave the white flag. With the first graze of his lips against mine, my bones went liquid, and I had to throw my arms around Max’s strong shoulders to keep from hitting the deck. Goddamn it. I needed to find some sort of immunity to this man.
The moment my arms closed around him, Max lifted me, turned on legs that were too damn steady, considering how unsteady I felt, and deposited me unceremoniously on his desk. He forced me backward until my back hit the oak surface, and he wedged himself between my legs. He grabbed me around the wrists, wrenched my arms up and over my head, and held me there, pinned as thoroughly as if he’d restrained me to his bed—or one of the many other places he’d “pinned” me over the months.
He kissed his way along my jaw to my ear. “I’m not sure how much longer I can stand all this secrecy. Being next to you without being able to touch you drives me mad. Every time I get a whiff of your peach lotion, I get hard. Just wham.”
I hated all the secrecy, too. I did. Part of me wanted to shout our relationship from the rooftops, but the other half—the more cautious half—lived in a world grounded in anxiety. Being in the tabloids terrified me, especially given my past. When I’d been a child, my family had been at the center of a scandal which had rocked Wall Street, and I never wanted to find myself at the center of that kind of scrutiny again. If anyone learned Max and I were together, in the limelight was precisely where I’d find myself. I had no doubt about that. The tabloids loved Max, and they were always speculating when one of the world’s sexiest bachelors would go back off the market.
Even as I knew we needed to pull the brakes on this little moment, I wrapped my legs around his waist and fit his hard cock more securely against my sex. “As much as I want you right now, tonight’s final show starts in, what, seven minutes?”
“I don’t care about the damn show. I need to be inside you. Now.”
I knew he meant it, too. When Max got that animalistic timbre in his voice, it meant one thing. I was about to be thoroughly and exhaustingly ravished. Usually, that was a grand thing to experience, but not here. Not now. We couldn’t be late for the final show.
“Max, we can’t.”
“Yes, my sweet, we most certainly can, and we most certainly will.”
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.