Letting Go Blurb
Samantha Mark’s life is not turning out the way she imagined. Thirty, single and hanging with the girls. When they suggest a fetish party, it seems the perfect way to break out of her sexual rut.
The moment she sees bad boy Jake, she knows she made the right choice. He’s the kind of man she’s always fantasized about. Sexy, rebellious and completely in control. Getting in the spirit of the party, Sam gives into temptation and indulges in her fantasies.
But when fantasy and reality collide, everything changes. Jake is no longer an anonymous lover in a public hallway. Refusing to just be a fantasy, Jake plans to make her realize just how much fun it can be to let go.
An Excerpt from: Letting Go
Copyright © 2010 Lauren Fraser
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When their eyes locked, she sank into the gorgeous blue depths, and heat rushed through her. Suppressing a groan, she shifted to ease the instant moisture in her underwear. Sweet mother of God. How could this be happening?
She darted a quick look at Lisa. Her friend’s eyes grew wide. An “oh, crap” look registered on her face, and then Lisa shrugged her shoulders. Sam took a deep breath. They were in it already. May as well ride it out.
Jason introduced Jacob to the women. He politely shook Lisa’s hand, and then took Sam’s hand with an amused smirk spreading across his face
“Miss Marks.” He tilted his head, his lips curled mockingly.
Jacob took his seat. Sam tried to assess just what he was thinking. Was he open to hearing her presentation? Or, was she screwed and there was no way he would hire someone like her? Suppressing another groan, Sam turned back to her boards.
“All right gentleman, where was I?”
With Jake’s eyes on her, Sam forced herself to be professional. Who cares if the man made her insides mushy? She had a job to do, and she would not fuck this up for Lisa and herself by lusting after a man she had no business with.
About forty-five minutes later, the meeting wrapped up. Sam fought the urge to squeal excitedly for successfully landing the contract. After shaking hands, the women prepared to leave; Jacob laid his hand on Sam’s arm. “Can I talk to you privately for a minute?” he asked.
Panic raced through her body. With a grimace, she looked at Lisa, silently pleading for her help. Lisa smiled at her, reassuringly. Ignoring the questioning looks from Jake’s partners, she followed him out of the boardroom.
Her heels sunk into the plush teal carpet, muffling any sound. Trying to keep her eyes off of Jake’s ass, Sam scanned the open offices and cringed. She couldn’t wait to get in here and update the eighties motif that engulfed the entire law firm. At the end of the hall, Jake stopped and motioned for Sam to enter the room ahead of him.
Once inside Jake’s office, he closed the door. He sat down on the edge of the desk and indicated a chair for Samantha to sit in.
“So, Sam, why did you take off the other night?”
That was not at all what she had expected him to say. Flustered, she gazed at him. God, the man was perfectly made. It should be illegal to be dripping that much sex appeal. She wanted to run her fingers through his thick dark hair and bite his lip.
Focus, Sam, she said to herself, shaking her head.
“Um, well,” she stammered, “I don’t even know how to begin to explain the other night to you.”
Jake sat back and crossed his arms over his broad chest. “Try.”