Seduced by the Marine Dom
An Erogenous Zone Story
Book Two
Brandi Evans
Genre: erotic romance
Publisher: Apple Blossom Publishing
ISBN: TBA
ASIN: TBA
Number of pages: 47
Word Count: 15,615
Cover Artist: Jay Aheer, Simply Defined Art
Book Description:
When Lily attends a WWII-themed War Ball at The Erogenous Zone, the hottest sex club in Dallas, she’s looking for a night of no-strings-attached fun, but things get heated when she finds herself drawn to sexy Marine Captain Damien. He’s dripping in alphatastic perfection. Strong, powerful, emotionally broken—and a Dom.
Damien pushes Lily to her sexual limits. She pushes him to his emotional limits. And together,
they create enough heat to burn down the club.
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Excerpt:
Power mingled
with desire, and they filtered through my bloodstream like an erotic drug. For
no other reason than I’d asked, that supersexy soldier had abandoned a table of
enthusiastic feminine admirers. For me. Plain, average, sexually adventurous
me.
His powerful
gait devoured the distance between us, and before I could wrangle my excitement
to a manageable level, he towered over me. Had he grown larger on the walk
over? If someone dropped him into the Grand Canyon, would he get wedged in at
the shoulders?
I couldn’t stop
the shivers that raced through me or the goose bumps following in their wake.
The hypnotic pull of his baby blues threatened to steal my breath. I opened my
mouth, but my brain misfired. Nothing came out except a pathetic squeak. God,
was I thirteen again?
Get it the fuck
together.
His lips curved
into an I-know-something-you-don’t tilt. “I must say, the number of beautiful
women at the club has certainly increased since I’ve been gone.”
Beautiful…
His compliment
washed over me. I’d never considered myself unattractive, but I didn’t think
myself beautiful either. I kept in shape, took care of myself, wore nice
clothes, had a kick-ass hairstyle, but beautiful I wasn’t.
Blue Eyes cocked
his head to the left, his forehead wrinkling, his eyes focused and intense.
“You don’t think you’re beautiful, do you?”
His statement
was so matter-of-fact my jaw hinged open and stayed fixed.
Laughter rumbled
in his chest, and he tapped his index finger against my bottom lip. “Has anyone
ever told you your mouth forms the sexiest ‘O’ when you’re flustered?”
I attempted to
shake off his comment. “Flustered? I wasn’t—”
“When I
mentioned the increase of beautiful women at the club, you looked pleased to be
included in the group, but your shoulders stiffened just a fraction, as if you
weren’t able to fully accept the compliment.”
“What the…how
did you…what?”
“Why don’t you
think you’re beautiful?”
“I think I’m
beautiful.” The words came out more defensive than I’d intended.
He shook his
head. “Don’t insult my intelligence by lying to me…beautiful.” He emphasized
the last word, both with vocal inflection and by crooking his index finger to
the underside of my chin and tilting my head so I had no choice but to look at
him. “Now, let’s try this again. Why don’t you think you’re beautiful?”
“I, uh. It’s not
that I, um, that, that…” Goddamn it. I closed my eyes for a quick moment and
gathered my thoughts. “I get cute a lot. Fun, energetic, sexy, but not
beautiful. It’s just not a word I associate with myself.”
He nodded, lips
curling into a triumphant smile that showed off a sexy-as-hell chin dimple.
“There, that wasn’t too hard, was it?”
Yes.
But I shook my
head.
He offered me
his arm. “Shall we find a seat?”
About the Author:
Brandi Evans was raised by a caravan of traveling Gypsies. She spent her days learning the ways of her people and her nights lost in legends as old as time. Okay, not really, but that's way more interesting than the truth!
In reality, Brandi grew up the oldest child of an ordinary family. Grade school, middle school, high school. Nothing extraordinary happened until she left the nest. She joined the military, went to college, got married, and became a mom. And somewhere along the way, she discovered she liked to read—and write!—stories hot enough to melt eReaders.
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