The
Power of Lingerie & A Giveaway
First,
thank you for having me on “For The Love Of Bookends”. If you know me, then
some of what I’m about to say won’t surprise you. If you don’t, then welcome to
the wonderful and somewhat lascivious place in my head.
I
love lingerie. From the lacy bras and undies for everyday wear to the very
naughty not-suitable-for-work-or-anywhere-outside-the-bedroom kind. I love it
all. As a result, so does Shannon Pearce, my heroine in Mergers and
Acquisitions. She is a strong, successful woman who indulges in her love of
sexy lingerie. Even at work.
Like
any piece of clothing, lingerie has the ability lend something to the wearer.
Whether it’s something that makes you feel sweet and soft and oh so womanly, or
it is something sassy and bold that gives you confidence and a sense of power. It
can set a particular mood for you and your someone special.
In
my short story from Decadent Publishing’s The Edge Series, lingerie plays a
central role in Shannon’s business life. She uses it to give herself an extra
boost of confidence. She works in a high powered male dominated industry. Her
lingerie lends her confidence when handling the very type A men she often deals
with.
She
particularly wears it on days she has clients in the office—and at least one
has noticed…
So, what do you wear
when you need a boost of confidence? Something sexy? Lingerie? A power suit? Each commentor will
be entered to win their choice of one backlist title from Decadent’s The Edge
Series or a copy of Love Revealed, Book 1 The Market Series.
Mergers &
Acquisitions by
Sorcha Mowbray
Shannon
Pearce is an acquisitions specialist who helps businesses buy other businesses.
Her latest project has left her fantasizing about her provocative client. After
closing the deal successfully, she is faced with another proposition of a very
personal nature.
Dalton
Granger can’t get his very sexy acquisition specialist out of his head. For
weeks he has been tormented by the idea of not only having her in his bed but
also at his mercy. What Dom doesn’t fantasize about a sensual, submissive
woman? But, can she let go long enough to relax and give him the control he
craves? If she does, will she dance along the edge of passion with him and push
her own boundaries or cling to the power she’s worked so long to gain?
Alone with the person who occupied too much of
her thoughts Shannon prepared herself for the final onslaught of Dalton
Granger’s potent sexuality. The man exuded confidence and lust, filling the air
around him with an aphrodisiac of the finest quality.
“Congratulations, Mr. Granger. You made an
excellent buy.” She focused on collecting the documents to be filed with the
Securities and Exchange Commission to record the purchase of Virtual Designs, a
publicly traded company. Stock prices would go through the roof once the market
opened on Monday morning.
“I did indeed. I know a good thing when I see
it.” The deep resonance of his voice worked its way past her protective layers
of clothing to twist and pull at her, as though his fingers danced across her
skin. How the hell did he do that?
Clutching her paperwork to her chest as a
shield, she looked at him. Really looked at him. His dark brown hair and black
walnut eyes made for an intimidating pairing, heightened by his physical mass.
At six-foot-one or maybe two, Dalton existed as a superior specimen of the male
form. Under the finely tailored suits he favored, he hid a body in excellent
shape. The one time she’d gotten a hint of his masculine perfection had come
the day before when her stiletto snagged in a grate on the street as they
walked to lunch. She tottered, sure to collide with the unforgiving pavement.
Instead the iron bands of his arms snaked out to catch her, pulling her hard
against his muscled chest. She’d gasped in shock, from both the near miss and
the current of desire winging through her from the close contact.
Before, she’d relied on her imagination in her
fantasies of the compelling man. Now, she had a wealth of sensory data to put
to erotic use. Last night her dreams had included powerful biceps, a
well-muscled chest, and the man’s scent. Whatever cologne he wore should be
traded as liquid gold on the market. The fresh, clean smell devastated a girl’s
senses and played hell on her concentration.
Hence the long, drawn out silence while he ate
her up with his eyes. Without a doubt, he made her feel like a good thing. “It
would seem that way. Well, I’m sure you are eager to go celebrate your
purchase.”
She edged around the formidable threat to her
good intentions. Two steps from escape, he reached out and grabbed her upper
arm. Her body ignited. Her breasts poked against the delicate blouse as though
they could escape their confinement. Her toes curled in her high heels. All
that, and he hadn’t even kissed her.
Sorcha
Mowbray is a mild mannered office worker by day…okay, so she is actually a
mouthy, opinionated, take charge kind of gal who bosses everyone around; but
she definitely works in an office. At night she writes romance so hot she sets
the sheets on fire! Just ask her slightly singed husband.
She
is a longtime lover of historical romance, having grown up reading Johanna
Lindsey and Judith McNaught. Then she discovered Thea Devine and Susan Johnson.
Holy cow! Heroes and heroines could do THAT? From there, things devolved into
trying her hand at writing a little smexy. Needless to say, she liked it and
she hopes you do too!
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When I need a boost of confidence, I wear my hooker-ish high heels, lol. Thanks for the gieaway :)
ReplyDeleteHigh heels always give me a boost. :-)
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