Lust, Lace & Lingerie

Holding Max Book 1

Bree has the perfect job managing a lingerie store. Her boss is yummy to look at and she gets to spend her day in lingerie talking sex, toys, and what to wear to seduce. Having feelings for him has never been convenient, but now that he is single you'd think he'd be more accessible, not less. It's been two years since his wife died, but he's still giving off vibes of grief. What has changed when he shows up with a friend in tow and they both start, and succeed, in seducing her? Can this go anywhere? And if it doesn't, can she stand to still work for him?

What I thought would be a little slap and tickle turned out to be much more. Max was hurting from the ultimate betrayal he suffered at the hands of his wife. With her gone he has no way to reconcile what he is feeling and his perceived guilt in her death. His feelings for Bree magnify his guilt until he can't stand staying away from the one thing he wants most in the world.

While I expected the menage aspects, I didn't expect the swinging and that kind of dimmed it for me a little. I'm funny about fidelity, no matter if all parties are in agreement. That's just me. The sex was steamy and a little risqu‚ 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.


Book Blurb for Lust, Lace & Lingerie

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.


Night Owl Reviews May, 2011 3.75