Wonder what all this whining is leading up to? I have a new release today and I almost forgot to post this lovely blog promoting it! Private Party is one of those books that took a little more effort than others I've written. I ventured into the area of exclusive clubs that cater to those with tastes that are a bit.... different. I'm hoping the readers enjoy it!
Genres/Themes :Contemporary, Guilty Pleasures, Inter-racial
September 26, 2013
Author: Anne Kane
Brandi needs a lesson in love, and Greg is just the man to teach her.
Brandi needs to make some money fast or she'll lose her home. She applies for a job as a hostess at an adult club, but when she gets to the interview the boss turns out to be her old high school flame.
Greg has changed a lot since high school. No longer a quiet geek, the self-made millionaire intends to get Brandi back and his first step is to make her an offer she can't refuse. He hires her as his escort for the evening at an adult party in his mansion. Now he has one night to convince her he's matured into the masterful mate she needs.
Greg resisted the urge to sweep her into his arms and carry her up the stairs to his room to make desperate love to her. He was going to do it right this time, give her what she wanted. What she needed. He wasn’t going to lose her by smothering her with his love. He’d had ten long, lonely years to realize she needed a man who would give as good as he got.
“This is the main gathering room. We’ve set up a stage for the band and brought in extra staff to help out in the kitchen.” He led her into a large room with a high, vaulted ceiling. Most of the guests had arrived already and were milling about, talking to each other, deciding how far they wanted to go this evening, and with whom.
Suddenly Brandi’s costume didn’t seem so skimpy, compared to some of the others. One girl in particular seemed to be wearing a series of silk scarves strategically placed to reveal more than they covered.
“The costumes. Some of them are shocking.” Brandi’s eyes were as wide as a deer caught in the headlights.
He grinned down at her. “They are, and we men love every single one of them. Why do you think I had you dress in that outfit?”
She stared at him, her jaw slack, and for a moment he thought she was going to turn around and walk out on him. Then she giggled. “You did say it was an adult party. I figured you wanted a little show for your money.”
Greg slid his hand down the luscious curve of her bottom, enjoying the feel of her so close to his side. “That I did, my little minx, that and a lot more. I think it’s time to introduce you to the specialty rooms.”
Brandi had the grace to look slightly nervous. “What’s so special about them?”
“You’ll see. I put a lot of thought into them when I was renovating the house.” He led her across the room, nodding to the people they passed but not stopping to talk. He wanted to see how she reacted to the private shows. If he’d guessed wrong, this could be the shortest date on record. “A few of them should be occupied, even this early in the night.” He led her through to a hallway and opened a door into a narrow corridor that curved out of sight. He motioned her to proceed him with a slight bow and a flourish of his arm. “Come on in.”
A few yards down the narrow, dimly lit corridor he gestured her into a niche in the side of the hallway, holding a finger to his lips for her to be quiet. A curtain hung the height of the wall, and he drew it back slowly, revealing a room furnished as a sitting room. Sitting on an overstuffed sofa in the center of the room was a large gentleman wearing nothing but a smile. A woman stood in front of him, removing her clothing while swaying in a sensuous rhythm. The man worked his cock with long, slow strokes, his gaze never wavering from his partner. The woman turned around, staring straight at Greg and Brandi, hidden in the alcove, and Brandi squeaked in alarm, one hand going up to cover her mouth.
“It’s okay.” Greg pressed in close behind her, wrapping one arm around her with an easy familiarity that had him remembering their high school days. She felt so right pressed up against him. “They can’t see you.”
“But we shouldn’t be watching. This is private.” Brandi squirmed, but she didn’t take her eyes off the scene unfolding in front of her as the woman slowly stripped in a blatantly teasing manner.
Amazing how people enjoyed the forbidden. Greg could feel his pants getting uncomfortably tight as he imagined Brandi in the role of the woman, stripping for his pleasure. Soon…
“Jan and Barry know there might be an audience -- that’s why they chose this particular room. They like to be watched. It adds a bit of spice to their evening. Haven’t you ever shown off a bit just because you thought someone might be watching you?”