A
Soldier’s Seduction
Camo
and Lace
Story
One at The Erogenous Zone
Brandi
Evans
Genre: contemporary erotic romance
Publisher: SilkWords
Date of Publication: Sep 2014
ISBN: 9781941847206
ASIN: B00MK8JAZG
Cover Artist: Indie Designz
Tagline: Welcome to The Erogenous Zone…
Book Description:
When Gen learns her best guy friend
is going back to Afghanistan, she arranges a sendoff he’ll never forget. Will
it be an intimate dinner at her place or an adventure at an exclusive erotic
club?
Book Trailer: https://animoto.com/play/EjkT2i0o40WceCTraB8lNg
A Pick Your Path Story at www.silkwords.com
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.
These days, she calls The Natural
State home where she lives with her hubby, two beautiful daughters, two dogs
and a cat who has yet to realize she doesn’t own the place. Soldier. Wife. Mom.
Multi-published smut writer. Brandi's life might not be "traveling
Gypsy" interesting, but she's had fun. And in the end, isn't that all that
really matters?
Website: www.BrandiEvansAuthor.com
GoodReads: http://bit.ly/eScaNr
Pinterest: http://www.pinterest.com/brandievans1/
Twitter: http://twitter.com/brandi_evans
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Book Excerpt
“If I were into chicks, I would so
totally do you.”
“You are into chicks, Lily.”
“Not exclusively.” Wagging
perfectly sculpted eyebrows, Lily Collins, my best friend since braces, draped
her arm over my shoulders and then motioned at the dressing room mirror. “All
joking aside, Gen, you’re totally smoking in this nightie. I mean, just look at
the way it shows off your rack. Who wouldn’t be mesmerized?”
Cocking my head to the side, I
scrutinized my reflection. Lily had a point. The deep blue baby-doll possessed
a certain breast-defying quality, and anything that could make The Girls stay
in place was a testament to modern fashion design.
A delicate floral lace covered
demi-style cups. A satin sash tied beneath the bodice, contributing to the
grand illusion that gravity hadn’t waged a thirty-five-year war on my breasts.
The same transparent lace overlaying the bodice fell in flowing waves, stopping
just below my ass. The fabric managed to cover enough of my lower belly and
inner thighs to keep me from feeling completely insecure.
Overall, I gave the ensemble a
rating of classy with a side of seduction. Option number two, however, had a
rating scale all its own.
I plucked said option from its hook
and fitted it against me. The provocative two-piece leather bustier shouted
sex. No, it screamed sex. The pure unadulterated kind that left you utterly
exhausted and dripping wet between the thighs.
A purple center strip — overlaid
with black lace — added a splash of color. The leather had hugged and shaped my
torso like a second skin and sent my breasts spilling over their cups in what I
hoped was an enticing display of cascading flesh. More precisely, I hoped Liam,
my business partner and one of my closest friends, would find it enticing.
Liam England and I had met in an
“Introduction to Programming” class in college, and an instant friendship had
bloomed. Emphasis on friendship. And over the years, we’d remained close. We
hung out on the weekends. We talked about the people we’d dated and those we
wanted to date. We watched old movies. I’d been someone to lean on as his wife
had fought — and eventually lost — her battle with cancer. He’d been the same
for me after my husband had been arrested for soliciting a prostitute.
Our relationship, in many ways, was
already very intimate, but we’d never crossed the friends-to-lovers line. I’d
never really wanted to. At least I hadn’t thought I wanted to, but then he’d
told me his National Guard unit was going back to Afghanistan, and in that
moment, everything had changed.
Now, thoughts of Liam occupied my
every waking moment. I wanted him like I’d never wanted another man, and thanks
to Lily, I had a plan guaranteed to seduce my sexy soldier. Well, most of a
plan. A few details still needed to be ironed out, like where we’d go and what
I’d wear.
Lily gathered my mess of auburn
curls into a loose knot against my head. “Just imagine what you’ll look like
when you make your move on Liam. Hair pulled up. A little natural make-up
giving your creamy complexion some color. Your skin soft and fragrant from a
spa prep day. Fingernails and toenails painted to match the blue or purple of
whichever sex-tacular lingerie you choose.” She made a show of lifting the
front hem of my outfit. “And maybe I can even talk you into getting a Brazilian
wax so Liam doesn’t have to hike through miles of bush to get at your juicy
treasures.”
Laughter broke through anxiety, and
I pushed her hand away. “Lily Collins, you’re incorrigible.”
“You know that’s right.” Grinning
like the Cheshire Cat, she let my curls fall. “I can’t help it, especially when
it comes to helping my main girl get laid.”
Before I could stop them, a swarm
of erotic images invaded my thoughts. Me with my legs spread, a certain
gloriously handsome blond between them. Kissing me, making love to me.
Liam ...
I shivered, the images growing more
vivid. Desire heated my blood and sent an arousing heat shooting straight to my
—
“Oh. My. Gawd!” Lily squealed.
“You’re picturing it, aren’t you? You and Liam getting it on.”
“No!” I lied. “Of course, not. I
was just —”
“Liar, liar, crotchless panties on
fire.”
Damn Lily Collins for being able to
read me so well. “Okay, fine. I was picturing it. So what?”
“So nothing.” Her lips curled into
a sweet, yet sad smile. “I only wished you’d realized how you felt about him
earlier.”
“Me too.” With Liam heading
overseas soon, I didn’t have the luxury of time. I had to tell him how I felt
sooner rather than later, and how and where I told him depended on the lingerie
I took home. My choice in clothing would define the role I played. The sexy
girl-next-door who lures her conquest with promises of sensual food served in a
quiet, yet provocative setting. Or the bad girl who entices her man with a
night of public fornication at The Erogenous Zone, an exclusive Dallas club
where sexuality and anonymity rule.
But which role did I want to take?
Crap, I usually wasn’t so
indecisive.
My shoulders slumped, my gaze
sliding to the ceiling. “I can’t decide, Lily. I like them both.”
“There’s no wrong answer. Either
one you choose, you’ll knock Liam’s pants off. Literally.”
“Well, that’s the idea.” I handed
Lily the bustier. “I’m making this too hard, aren’t I?”
“Pretty much.” Lily wrapped an arm
around me. “Stop stressing and listen to your gut. What does it say?”
“That I should forget all this
seduction madness and just tell Liam how I —”
“Genevieve Foster, don’t you dare!”
Lily turned me so I faced her. “The man you love’s about to go to war. Doesn’t
he deserve to be wooed?”
“He’s a guy. I doubt he gives a
rat’s ass about ‘wooing.’”
“True. But what about you? Don’t
you want to give him a sendoff he’ll never, everforget?”
My eyelids drifted closed. I wanted
to give Liam my body, yes, but I wanted to give him my heart, too. I wanted him
shipping out knowing I loved him. No strings attached. He didn’t have to return
my affection — although I wouldn’t lie, I’d be ecstatic if he did.
“Yes,” I finally answered.
“All right then!” Turning me so I
again faced the mirror, Lily held the leather bustier beside me so I could
examine both outfits simultaneously. “Which way do you want to play this?”
I pictured myself in both
scenarios. Wearing the baby-doll in my living room while offering Liam
chocolate-covered nipples as a sexual appetizer. Or hiding the bustier under a
flirty wraparound dress as Liam and I indulged in whatever sinful pleasures
we’d encounter at The Erogenous Zone. Either way, Liam and I were in for one
erotic adventure.
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