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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