||July 26, 2007
Chic, beautiful, eye-catching…Muriel Simmons knows she used to be all these things. What changed? Why can she no longer summon the fashion designs that sent Evanesque Design to the top? In desperation, she reaches out to her boss and bosom buddy of twenty-five years, Jacob Evans. Always honest, she knows Jacob will tell her exactly what she needs to do to get back in her artistic groove. She just never expected him to address the issue in her bedroom…
This is a contemporary rubenesque erotic romance...not for anybody under 18!
The Shape of a Woman
She bit her lower lip as he flipped his hand and caressed the upper curve of her breast with the back of it. A shudder flashed through Muriel’s body even as the night’s breeze tightened her nipple and her breast grew heavy.
“This, Muriel,” his voice nothing but the merest whisper, “This is the shape of a woman.” His dark head swooped down and took her nipple into his mouth in a searing kiss of explanation and explosive need.
Lightning flashed through her skin. Her stomach clenched in sensual memory. Hissing between her teeth, Muriel’s hands flexed. My God it had been so long since…a groan escaped her lips.
Jacob sucked in a deep breath before biting her nipple ever so lightly and circling the dusky rose areola with his tongue.
Just when Muriel thought sexual oblivion might be inviting her in, she remembered who held her breast in his hand. “Jacob!”
He took his time before giving a final sharp suck and released her.
Muriel’s knees shook. “What are you trying to do?”
Looking a bit lazy and quite a bit more dangerous, he smirked before answering. “I’m trying to tell you something, Elle.”
Muriel snagged the gaping bathrobe and began pulling it back over her exposed flesh. Except Jacob’s hand intercepted the movement.
“Ah ah.” He shook his head. Taking her breast more firmly into his grasp, Jacob studied Muriel’s puzzled gaze with flame and determination. “I think it’s time we had a serious discussion.”
Becoming unnerved, Muriel attempted to back away. “I think you’ve had a few too many.” She turned towards the sliding glass door. Jacob would just have to find his way back to his suite and a black cup of coffee.
Just as she stepped away, he pulled her back.
Jacob snared the tie on her bathrobe and reeled her back in. With a deft tug, he loosened the knot, pulled the tie free and grabbed her hips. He settled himself snugly against her back, with his rampant erection firmly tucked into her ass.
“Really, Jacob, what has come over you?” Muriel couldn’t decide whether to be really pissed, roughly amused, or completely turned on. Her body argued with twenty years of experience and left her mind in a tumult of emotion.
His left arm wrapped around her waist while his right hand pulled her damp, curling hair away from the nape of her neck. Muriel shuddered as his fingers sent chills throughout her entire body. “I believe, my good friend, we were discussing the shape of a woman.”
Muriel squirmed, but stopped the moment she felt his cock grow larger and harder as her ass danced against him. The silk of her robe and the fabric of his pants only increased the sensations against her skin.
His voice dropped another note. “I was holding your breast and tasting it, Elle.” His breath surged against her neck in rough gasps. “And do you know something?” He waited for her response even as his left hand began a leisurely caressing of her bare stomach.
Muriel swallowed, focusing on his words with great effort. “D…d…do I know what?”
“Hmmm…” Jacob’s tongue skimmed the outer rim of her ear. “You taste just as a woman should.”
Oh God….oh God. Oh God. Her knees were water. Muriel knew they were. If only she could open her eyes and see…except his tongue and teeth tugged and lulled against her ear and jaw. And his hand…those fingers explored the depths and curves of her belly button. A delicious, sinful sensation tightened in her gut. She swayed, rubbing her legs together and smiled with feline grace as her juices began to flood her.
Abandoning her neck, Jacob began a determined assault on her shoulders and back, licking and nibbling. Letting her hair fall down, he began a strong, kneading path down her side with his right hand.
Muriel let her head fall back to rest on his shoulder. “You must be drunk,” she stated in a wistful tone. Nothing this delightful could be happening. Her body wanted to drown in the loving sensations of Jacob’s intense and thoughtful attentions.
“Not drunk, Elle. Completely and totally sane. Because, you see, a woman has curves…” His right hand slid over her hip, slipping behind her to cup her ass and slide a finger ever so slowly up her crack.
“Curves that entice.”
Muriel squeaked in surprise as his hand cracked across her butt cheek in a playful slap.
“Curves that move.”
Both hands reached around to her front and traced the joint of her thigh and hips, meeting to tangle and slip between her lips.
“Curves that beg for attention.”
Nearly insensate with anticipation and denial, Muriel presented no protest as Jacob turned her to face him. He pulled her head down so he could feast upon her open mouth.
Brenda at The Romance Studio
The Shape of a Woman
Contemporary erotic romance
Available from Forbidden Publications
Muriel (Elle) Simmons was a leader in risqué runway fashion design; she was definitely having a melt-down. When Jacob (Jay) Evans, owner of Evanesque Design, and partner with Muriel for 20 years, questioned her submitted designs for the new season, she had a fit! She slammed down the phone, told her assistant that she was going home sick, and left. She refused to answer Jacob when he calledso he just flew to her. When she would not let him in, he used his key. After all, they were best friends; they had been co-workers for so long, they knew each could depend upon the other.
Muriel had seemingly lost her edge; she was overweight, wore sloppy clothes, and had gray in her hair! She looked as if she no longer cared but that was not the truth. She now ran the Boston office while he was located in New York. Since they had gone international, they were so busy they didn’t get to spend much time together. And besides all that…Muriel was lonely. She was about to turn 40 and didn’t have anything that was personally hers.
Muriel and Jacob were both dynamic, upscale fashion designers. Their personal collections each season cemented their name for their business. Ms. S.D. Grady has done an excellent job of creating an impressive story with hot, sensual scenes which will make you sweat, but do not dominate the story! The two main characters were swept away to St. Eustace, Mexico, which allowed for definite reflections not only their relationship, but also their business. The surprise ending definitely took me by surprise.
I like this book immensely and highly recommend it to all. It is a fast-paced, sexy story which proves that old age is definitely in your mind!
Overall rating: 5 Hearts
Sensuality rating: Explicit
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