Title
- Intense Passions Intense
Series, #1
Author - Kalen
Laurel
Genre – Adult Romance, Erotica with light BDSM
Genre – Adult Romance, Erotica with light BDSM
Brooke Anderson, a pretty,
young manager in a Chicago consulting firm, finally sheds her boring
boyfriend and is ready for a relationship that will grab her by the
shoulders and shake her into consciousness. She could easily fall for
Jack, an intense and handsome senior partner at her company. His
passion for food, wine, and music is infectious, and his delightfully
kinky sexuality threatens to rock Brooke’s world. But Marshall, a
powerful but older CEO-type she meets also has an eye for her, and
his dark sexuality draws Brooke closer with every turn. But is the
man just too dangerous?
These two alpha males
ultimately find themselves face-to-face in a testosterone-driven
clash, but not before Brooke gets a taste of the mind-blowing
emotion, off-the-charts sensation and unparalleled sexuality an
intense relationship can bring.
About
the Author
I’m Kalen Laurel, age 52, and I’m a mother, wife, mid-level manager, dog lover (and cats, too, but I’m allergic to them) and avid romance and erotica writer. Though I’ve written for years, I’ve just begun to be interested in officially sharing my stories with others.
I’m Kalen Laurel, age 52, and I’m a mother, wife, mid-level manager, dog lover (and cats, too, but I’m allergic to them) and avid romance and erotica writer. Though I’ve written for years, I’ve just begun to be interested in officially sharing my stories with others.
I’m currently working on a novel about
an unlikely couple who experience the ups and downs of getting to
know each other’s sexual fantasies, limits, and compatibility. It’s
mostly a love story with a bit of light BDSM. I hope to finish it
this spring.
I decided to begin blogging in the hope I
might find others willing to share their experiences, advice, and
critiques with me.
Excerpt
Brooke’s voice
Brooke’s voice
[thinking about you]
I “send” my text and begin
searching for another enticing picture.
Before I choose the perfect one,
my phone vibrates with a text.
[I had no idea we have similar
proclivities. I insist you model this for me in person. What are your
plans for tonight?]
I can feel the blood draining from
my face as it dawns on me that I’ve sent the picture of me in my
corset, pubic hair and all, to Marshall instead of Jack.
[that wasn’t intended for you!
it was a mistake. i’m out of town for the weekend and didn’t mean
to send that pic to you!]
I’m so unnerved that I’m
having difficulty typing.
[Jack hasn’t taught you very
well, I see. Your tone is offensive and certainly deserves
punishment.]
What?
I don’t know if I’m more
shocked by his comment or by my body’s reaction to it. There is no
way I can ignore the tingle of arousal between my thighs.
Giveaway
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