Sex is complicated.
Maybe not the physical act—although it can have
its moments—but the mental and emotional act. I’m sure you’ve had it before but
the brain is the largest erogenous zone (leaving aside actual skin—calm down,
Buffalo Bill). It only stands to reason that such a complicated organ would
turn what should be super fun and easy in to a virtual minefield.
As I said, there’s the mental aspect, which can,
and often does, go hand in hand with the physical. Our likes, dislikes, our
private kinks and secret shames—our brains communicate those to our body and
vis versa. It’s why the first time you try a new position or a new act, you
tend to freeze up for a moment and then pick apart your reaction to everything
afterward.
Then there’s the emotional part. Emotions are
sneaky little bastards. They show up out of nowhere and sucker punch you. It
might be a good punch or a bad one but the initial shock and are is still the
same. It’s why people cry during sex. Or laugh. The body has to release emotion
somehow.
Like I said, sex is complicated. And messy.
Sometimes heartbreaking, sometimes uplifting. Sometimes amazing, sometimes
cringe worthy.
But we always go back—because we can’t live
without the thrill.
Instruction
L.M. Pruitt
Publisher: SP Press
Publication Date: August 18, 2015
ASIN: B00ZYJU5OI
Genre: Erotica
Book Description:
Taylor Allerton's speakeasy is one of the hottest nightclubs in Manhattan. Young, rich, and beautiful, she can have any man she wants--and usually does.
Namir Adeem just became the youngest partner at one of the most prestigious accounting firms in Manhattan. His determination to bring honor to his family leaves no time for any relationship.
When Taylor discovers just how sheltered Namir is, she takes it upon herself to give him the education he deserves.
Some things can't be taught in school....
Instruction
Excerpt:
“I’m sure it’s
not the first time you’ve had to dissuade a woman in a bar.”
He barked out a
laugh. “Ms. Allerton, I’ve spent more time in libraries and schoolrooms than in
drinking establishments. I’ll confess, if you hadn’t intervened, I’m not sure
how I would have handled your friend.”
“Look, I’ve
already decided to hire you, so you really don’t need to continue plugging your
education.”
“I assure you,
that’s not my intention at all.” He coughed and scratched the side of his nose
again. “I’m simply trying to inform you, as delicately as possible, that I am
not used to this sort of… open culture.”
I stared at him,
working to process his words. “I’m sorry, I’m not really following what you’re
saying.”
“When I say I
lack experience in certain areas, I mean I… lack experience.” He leaned his
head back and closed his eyes. “You do not achieve the success I have at my age
without making some sacrifices along the way.”
“Oh.” As the
full impact of his words sank in, my eyes widened involuntarily. “Oh. Oh, God.
Now I’m even more sorry about Kennedy and how she acted and what she said
and--.”
“You don’t need
to apologize, Ms. Allerton. You have been beyond professional in every way.” He
opened his eyes, tilting his chin down and studying me with a slight smile. “At
least you have while in my presence.”
“Well, thank God
we can’t get in trouble simply for having dirty thoughts.” I crossed my legs
and laughed. “Although it’s probably only me having those thoughts.”
He sat silent
for long minutes before clearing his throat. “You would be wrong, Ms.
Allerton.”
I lifted my
brows, tilting my head to the side. “Oh?”
“I hope this
won’t impact our professional relationship but since you are being honest, so
must I.” His gaze shifted to mine and I sucked in a breath. “I find you very
attractive, Ms. Allerton.”
“In the spirit
of continued honesty… my friend was right.” I picked up my glass, taking along
sip of watered down tea. “I want to fuck you.”
“As flattering
as I find your statement, I doubt it would be very good for you, all things
considered.”
“Do you want me
to teach you?” I hadn’t even known the thought was in my head until the words
were echoing in the room but it was instantly an obsession. Slowly, I began
sliding around the booth toward him. “I will—as much as you’re willing to
learn.”
He dropped his
gaze to the table, shifting restlessly. “You should check on your friend.”
“You didn’t
answer the question.”
“It was a highly
inappropriate question, Ms. Allerton.”
“Still not an
answer.” I leaned closer, my mouth a half inch from his. “Do you want me to
educate you or not?”
His lips parted
on a sigh. “Yes. I do.”
“Wonderful.” I
leaned back, pretending not to see the disappointment flash across his face.
“We’ll start tomorrow.”
Demonstration
Instruction Trilogy
Book Two
L.M. Pruitt
Genre: Romantica/Erotica
Publisher: SP Press
Date of Publication: September 7, 2015
Word Count: approx. 40K
Book Description:
Namir Adeem has traded in early mornings, coffee and spreadsheets for late nights, bottle service and VIP lists. His nightclub is poised to become the next hotspot in Manhattan. Still, success means nothing without the one person he's spent six months trying to replace.
Taylor Allerton made her mark on Manhattan nightlife with Whisper. Her next venture has the possibility to catapult her to the coveted pinnacle of the social scene. And yet nothing can fill the hollow spot in her heart left by that one week.
When they meet again, there's no denying the attraction and emotion still sparking between them. But this time around, Namir has a few lesson of his own in mind--and Taylor is eager to learn.
When the student becomes the teacher, anything is possible.
Demonstration
Excerpt:
This is insane.”
Ferran straightened the plate a quarter of an inch, studied the table for a
moment, and then moved the small square saucer back to its original position.
“As your brother, I’m obligated to tell you when you’re being less than sane
and this would be one of those times.”
“I think it’s
romantic.” Ahlam paused in the middle of fluttering from one end of the room to
the other to smile and pat my cheek. “You could give your brother a few lessons
in that particular department.”
“I’ll have you
know I practically ooze romance.” As if to prove his point, Ferran grabbed his
wife, spinning her in a circle before lowering her in an exaggerated dip,
finishing with a long kiss. Righting her, he said, “How’s that for romance?”
“Your enthusiasm
is commendable but your technique could stand to be improved some.” She burst
in to a fit of laughter when Ferran dropped his jaw in feigned shock. “However,
since I’m a firm believer in practice making perfect, I’m willing to suffer
while you improve yourself.”
“You’re so good
to me, darling.” Ferran winked at her and grinned before turning to me, his
face slipping in to a serious expression. “Seriously. I know you’re going to do
whatever you want but I would be a poor excuse of a brother if I didn’t attempt
to dissuade you.”
“We’ll consider
this your attempt.” I looked pointedly at the clock above the bar and then the
door. “Now please, don’t let me keep you from enjoying the rest of your
evening.”
“Come along,
husband.” Ahlam linked arms with Ferran and began dragging him toward the
kitchen. “I think your brother would like a few minutes alone before his date
arrives.”
I waited until
their quiet conversation faded away before shifting my attention back to the
matter at hand—seducing Taylor.
I studied the
table with a critical eye, adjusting the votive candles and the spray of
flowers. The details Ferran had focused on, while important, had more to do
with his training as a restaurateur. I was more concerned with the intimacy of
the seating arrangement, the way the candles would cast shadows on her face,
the scent of the hothouse roses. I wasn’t looking to recreate our first meal
together but to reimagine it.
I wanted her to
let her guard down just enough to allow me overwhelm her.
The faint
rapping on the glass drew me out of my reverie and I glanced toward the door.
Taylor stood on the other side, completely enswathed in a dark fur coat. Her
lips curved ever so slightly as she gave a tiny wave.
I smiled back.
Excellent.
Implementation
Instruction Trilogy
Book Three
LM Pruitt
Genre: Romantica/Erotica
Publisher: SP Press
Date of Publication: October 7
Word Count: approx. 40K
Book Description:
Taylor Allerton and Namir Adeem have conquered overbearing parents, untrustworthy friends, and now rule the Manhattan club scene like royalty. But their greatest challenge is still ahead.
Marriage.
Excerpt
Implementation:
“Well, that went
better than I thought it would.” I resisted the urge to hunch my shoulders and
shiver, despite the fact I’d been standing in the New York cold for nearly
fifteen minutes in a slip dress. “After the initial screaming ended, I mean.”
“I’m honestly
surprised there wasn’t more.” Namir rubbed his hands over my shoulders and
frowned. “You’re practically frozen. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Publicity
before beauty, darling.” I laughed and leaned in to him, brushing my lips over
his. “Besides, I’ll warm up after I have my single glass of whiskey.”
“Whiskey? And
only one?” He cupped my cheeks, holding me in place when I would have stepped
away. “I thought you would have been drinking champagne in celebration. As a
matter of fact, I texted Deidre and had her speak with Geoff about ordering
extra bottles.”
“You know me so
well.” I laughed again, content to stand there with him for the rest of the
night. Or I would have been if not for the fact I had a massive party to host.
“I try to limit my alcohol consumption when I’m working. It was a hard and fast
rule for a long time and then… well….”
“I know.” He
stroked his thumbs over my cheekbones. “It’s okay. It’s in the past.” The kiss
this time was longer, gentler, and almost made me consider going home and
missing my own party. When he pulled away, I started to suggest just that only
to have him lay a single finger on my lips. “I know what you’re thinking and
while I’d love to do the same, we do, unfortunately, have obligations.”
“God, it sucks
being adults, doesn’t it?” I sighed and stepped away, although I still kept my
hand joined with his. For all my bravado, I was nervous. So nervous. Probably
more nervous than I’d been in my entire life, including the past twenty-four
hours.
Marrying Namir
had been easy. Like breathing.
Facing family
and friends, frenemies and enemies, and—God forbid—the press? That was going to
be difficult.
About the Author:
L.M. Pruitt has been reading and writing for as long as she can remember. A native of Florida with a love of New Orleans, she has the uncanny ability to find humor in most things and would probably kill a plastic plant. She knows this because she's killed bamboo. Twice. She is the author of the Winged series, the Plaisir Coupable series, Jude Magdalyn series, the Moon Rising series, and Taken: A Frankie Post Novel.
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