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Lust Lace and Lingerie -- Brandi Evans
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Lust Lace adn Lingerie -- Brandi Evans

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Lust Lace & Lingerie
Coming soon from Blushing Books

Not all love stories play by society’s rules.

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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“Wow this book is HOT...[it] has very detailed sex scenes and an interesting storyline that kept me reading, I couldn’t put the book down!” ~Wanda, Romance Writers Reviews

“I was cheering for Bree to get her Max… Lust, Lace & Lingerie is an erotic and passion filled way to escape reality for a bit of time. A great addition to my erotic library.” ~Jo, Joyfully Reviewed

“The depth and complexity [of Lust, Lace & Lingerie] is refreshing and not always portrayed in erotic stories.” ~Charity Daugherty, Nocturne Romance Reads.

“I would recommend Lust, Lace and Lingerie for anyone who likes reading about ménage à trois and foursomes.”
~Thomas Dobson, Sizzling Hot Book Reviews.

“Ms. Evans created a very sexy story that will keep your heart pounding. Lust, Lace & Lingerie is steamy to the core.” ~Amazon Nymph, Literary Nymphs Reviews

“Lust, Lace & Lingerie is a dark and compelling journey that takes you from the depths of guilt to the redemption that only love can provide. Ms. Evans has created characters so real it feels as if you could meet them walking down the street.” ~Buttercup, Whipped Cream Reviews (Click here to read the full review!)

“The sex was steamy and a little risqué and there was no illusion that it was more than just sex. When it was more, the reader knew it. A love story of a different sort.” ~Chris, Night Owl Reviews



Excerpt 1

Max strolled in like he owned the place, which was appropriate, considering he did own the place. But did he have to do it looking sexier than any man should be allowed to be?

I clutched my hand over my heart. “Max, you scared the living shit outta me! I thought amaniac had stuck around after hours.”

“My apologies, Ms. Jennings,” he said.

Bree. Bree. Bree. I wished he’d stop with the formalities and go back to calling me Bree,the way he used to before our relationship had gone sideways.

“It’s okay,” I said, readjusting the strap of my travel bag. “My mind was…elsewhere.”

Max nodded, looking me up and down with the Texas-sky-blue eyes that fueled myfantasies, and my heart kicked up a few more beats per minute. That time, however, my reaction had nothing to do with fear.

Why’d he have to be so damned sexy?

Tanned, muscular, and topping six foot, he was a walking wet dream, and the stimulatinghum between my legs, the one that had been driving me crazy all night, morphed into a high-powered tingle. I doubted even my trusty Rabbit could ease the ache.


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