Sex, Lies & Lingerie by a elle L’Amour
Title: Sex, Lies & Lingerie
Series: Secrets and Lies #1
Series: Secrets and Lies #1
Author: Nelle L’Amour
Genre: Steamy Romantic Suspense
Release Date: November 15, 2018
Blurb
A steamy and suspenseful series from New York Times bestselling author Nelle
L’Amour with each book releasing two weeks apart.
Jaime:
The minute
I met her I wanted to make her mine—in both the boardroom and bedroom.
Gloria
Long, the platinum blond goddess and CEO of the world’s largest lingerie
empire.
It’s my job
to unleash the power inside her. Help Gloria discover her sexuality and bring
her to new heights of carnal desire.
To free her
life of the secrets that hold her back.
Except I’m
caught in a web of lies and deceit that threatens to destroy us both.
Gloria:
He’s one of
the most talented advertising gurus in the world. But I had no clue how
devastating he’d be. Nor how he’d melt me from the inside out.
I wasn’t
used to a man who possessed my same confidence, intelligence, and drive.
To someone
else taking control.
My past
inhibits me. An insidious secret that follows me like a shadow.
But Jaime
Zander has me begging on my knees.
Purchase Links
Free in Kindle Unlimited
Excerpt
I continued
to eat my dinner under Jaime’s intense, watchful gaze. As delicious as the meal
was, I was losing my appetite with each bite. In fact, my gut was cramping, and
a tingling between my legs was distracting me. Why did he affect me this way?
“Mr. Zander,
aren’t you going to eat?” I asked.
A saucy
smile curled on his lips. “I’m getting rather hungry and think my meal might be
nicely heated up now.” Slowly, he lifted the silver dome covering his entrée.
My eyes
practically popped out of their sockets. Artfully displayed on the platter were
Rihanna’s diamond-studded brassiere and thong.
“Gloria,
are you done with your dinner?”
Speechless,
I just nodded. I couldn’t eat a bite more even if I tried.
“Good. Then
stand up.”
As if under
a hypnotic spell, I did as he asked.
He rose to
his feet and came around the dining cart. In one swift, smooth move, he swept
down the back zipper of my dress, swooped it over my head, and tossed it to the
floor.
Quivering,
I stood semi-naked in front of him, clad only in my lacy gray lingerie and silk
stockings. And my heels.
His lustful
eyes roved up and down my body. I suddenly became very conscious of the scar
above my heart that peeked out from my bra, but to my relief, he ignored it.
“I like the
way you match your undergarments to what you’re wearing.”
Madame
Paulette had ingrained that in me. In a state of semi-shock, I mumbled a
throwaway thanks.
He
continued to study me. “You have such a sexy body. Custom-made for your
lingerie line. But it’s such a shame you don’t enjoy what you sell. Let me show
you how.”
My body,
indeed curvaceous, was a trembling mess. Words stayed trapped in my throat
while I tried to steady myself on my feet.
“Relax,
Gloria. Trust me.” He shoved the dining cart out of the way. There was nothing
standing between the two of us except a blazing storm of electricity.
He squatted
halfway to the floor and clutched my thighs with his warm, manly hands. With
his teeth, he snapped open each garter. I stood motionless as he slid my silk
stockings down my long legs. His hands brushed against my skin, sending
goosebumps all over me. I anchored my palms on his broad shoulders as he
removed my shoes and stockings. The garter and my skimpy lace bikinis were the
next to hit the floor. He slipped the shoes back on my feet and then stood up
and removed my bra. My scar in full view, my body didn’t move a muscle. A
contemplative smile spread across his face as he gazed at me.
“Ah,
Gloria, you are so, so, beautiful.” He reached for the diamond-studded
undergarments and handed them to me. Please put these on.”
What?
“Don’ t
worry. I had them thoroughly cleaned. They’re like brand new.”
It wasn’t
Rihanna’s crotch I was worried about. It was mine. I was on fire.
“Put the
thong on first. I want to stare at those exquisite tits for as long as I can.”
My nerves
on edge, I bent over and slipped each high-heeled foot into the leg openings of
the thong and then pulled it up until the patch of diamonds covered my patch of
gold. The diamonds formed a heart—the iconic signature of Gloria’s Secret. All
our merchandise bore the insignia heart somewhere. There was even a heart
instead of a dot over the “i” in the Gloria’s Secret logo.
He examined
me. His eyes seared my flesh.
I felt
light-headed. The heat of his gaze mixed with the warmth of the buttery
leather. He was making me melt. Hot juices gathered between my thighs.
He smiled.
“Perfection. Now, the bra.”
With
jittery fingers, I put the back-closing bra on backward and fumbled with the
clasp. After hooking it, I twisted the bra around, slipped my arms into the
straps, and plumped my milky-white globes into the push-up cups. Hearts of
diamonds surrounded my erect nipples.
Jaime gazed
at me reverently. “You look more beautiful in these works of art than I ever
imagined.”
My brows
rose to my forehead. “You bought them for me?” I asked, finding my voice.
He let out
a light, sexy laugh. “No, I bought them for me to look at on you.”
Semantics. A chill ran down my spine in
anticipation of what was next.
Coming Soon
Releasing November 29, 2018
Author Bio
Nelle
L’Amour is a NEW YORK TIMES
and USA TODAY Bestselling
Author who lives in Los Angeles with her Prince Charming-ish husband, twin
college-aged princesses, and a bevy of royal pain-in-the-butt pets. A former
executive in the entertainment industry with a prestigious Humanitus Award to
her credit, she gave up playing with Barbies a long time ago but still enjoys
playing with toys with her husband. While she writes in her PJs, she loves to
get dressed up and pretend she’s Hollywood royalty. She writes juicy stories
with characters that will make you both laugh and cry and stay in your heart
forever
Author Links
Subscribe to:
Post Comments
(
Atom
)
0 comments :
Post a Comment