Welcome to my guest author, Jorja Lovett. If you haven't met her, she writes beautifully sensual romance. So when she offered to guest blog, I was delighted. Please make her feel welcome. She's also offering one copy of her latest book, The Department Store, Ground Floor: Toys & Games to one lucky person who leaves a comment.
Over to you, Jorja.
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Unfortunately, there aren't many old fashioned
department stores left anymore. Those ancient buildings full of character and
history have been replaced by high street clones. It's a shame. I always found
something magical stepping inside those art deco doors, romantic even. Who
wouldn't want to be swept off their feet in such an intense atmosphere?
My mum used to work in a toy wholesaler with quite a
similar feel to a department store. There were many levels, only reachable by a
rickety elevator. It was dark and spooky to an eight year old, but to an erotic
writer it's the perfect place to conduct a hot affair. My first paid job was in
a toy shop, and by chance, so was my last one. So, the toy department was
uppermost in my mind when I began this series. Although some of the toys
involved aren't exactly PG friendly!
Each floor of my series will be a stand-alone story
with its own theme. I'm currently writing about the cougar on the cosmetics
counter and I can't wait to get started on the Leather Goods department.
Blurb
Jen is the new girl in the toy store but it's not long
before the boss' son Jamie teaches her how to play.
Recently bereaved, Jen White hopes her new job in the toy shop at Kelsey's Department Store is a fresh start. One ripped pair of stockings later, she catches the eye of the boss' son, Jamie. She's not looking to replace her partner but he soon makes her realise she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life celibate. And die a virgin.
Jamie Kelsey's a screw up. Well his father still thinks so, even after he's tried to make amends for losing the family's fortune. The store's in trouble but with his father still stuck in the dark ages and refusing his help, he's worried it's too late. With a little help from their newest employee, he starts to make his mark on the store. He's sworn off women to concentrate on his career but when Jen comes to him looking to further her sexual education, it's an offer he can't refuse.
Recently bereaved, Jen White hopes her new job in the toy shop at Kelsey's Department Store is a fresh start. One ripped pair of stockings later, she catches the eye of the boss' son, Jamie. She's not looking to replace her partner but he soon makes her realise she doesn't want to spend the rest of her life celibate. And die a virgin.
Jamie Kelsey's a screw up. Well his father still thinks so, even after he's tried to make amends for losing the family's fortune. The store's in trouble but with his father still stuck in the dark ages and refusing his help, he's worried it's too late. With a little help from their newest employee, he starts to make his mark on the store. He's sworn off women to concentrate on his career but when Jen comes to him looking to further her sexual education, it's an offer he can't refuse.
Excerpt
“Where are you taking me?” Jen pulled on her coat over
her uniform. She wasn’t sure where Jamie usually dined but she was certain she
wasn’t dressed for the occasion.
“Okay, I lied. We’re not going out to lunch. I hope
you’re not too hungry.” He grabbed her hand and whisked her out onto the
streets of the city centre.
Jen’s stomach rumbled in defiance, but in this
instance she’d rather sate her curiosity than her appetite. “I can wait, but
what’s so important?”
“Something you said got me thinking. There’s only so
much I can teach you. Some things, well, you’ll just have to discover for
yourself. I’m taking you to Gresham Street.”
“Gresham Street? Where all the sex shops are?” Her
voice dropped to an embarrassed whisper as they moved through the throng of
shoppers and tourists towards the seedier end of town.
“Yeah. You’re under no obligation to wear a long mac
and sunglasses, I just thought you might like to have a look around.”
The closer they got to the gaudy shop windows, the
more she felt like a young innocent being led into a den of vice. She was so
out of her depth.
The door chimed as they walked in, but the inside of
the premises was more inviting than the closed shutters and neon lights outside
suggested. She’d expected some dark, dingy backstreet dive crawling with
furtive middle aged men. Instead, she found a normal shop whose
customers were ordinary young couples and groups of girls having a giggle.
“See? You didn’t set off their newbie alarm after
all.” Jamie grinned, and taking her by the hand, led her over to the mannequins
modelling their range of sexy lingerie.
“I wouldn’t mind splashing out on some new underwear.”
The pretty, flowery sets she wore no longer reflected her mood. She wanted
something bold, something daring to show off to her lover.
“I wouldn’t mind splashing out on these.” Jamie held
up a pair of crotchless black panties.
“They’re not very practical.” Jen ignored the innuendo
to search through the rails of lace and silk.
“Oh, I don’t know. I think I would find them very
handy.” He twanged the black string underwear but she didn’t bite.
“What about these? Which one do you prefer?” She
picked out a red lace plunge bra and a padded leopard print one, holding each
one to her chest in turn.
“I like them both.” Jamie snatched them off her and
stuffed them into her basket along with the matching thongs. She was on the
right track at least.
They moved on past the rainbow of coloured dildos and
strap-ons. One penis at a time was plenty for her. She paused at the bondage
and fetish section and cocked her head at some of the oddly shaped black
rubber, wondering which orifice they were intended for.
“I think that’s a bit far out for even me.” Jamie
zipped the mouth closed on a gimp mask and walked away.
“What about embracing your inner Dom?” Jen flicked the
end of a leather flogger at his backside.
“I might be an arsehole but I like my bed partners to
know their own mind. Besides, something tells me you wouldn’t make the perfect
submissive either.” He grabbed the leather strands and yanked her towards him
for a kiss.
“But that means you get to spank me for misbehaving,”
she said with a twinkle in her eye.
“Okay, we’ll take it.” He tossed it in the basket.
“Along with one of these.” And added a double sided paddle to the purchases.
She bypassed the nipple clamps, quite happy for Jamie
to do her tweaking for her, and hovered by the display of tubes and lubes.
“Mint or strawberry?” They both promised extra
pleasure.
Jamie arched an eyebrow at her.
“I know, I know. Both. This is adding up to one
expensive lunch break, Mr Kelsey.” Fun didn’t come cheap. Well, the experimental
kind at least.
“If I can’t spend my cash on sex toys and lube what
can I spend it on?”
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Author Bio:
Jorja Lovett is a British author with both Irish and
Scottish roots, which makes for a very dry sense of humour. Writing since she
was old enough to wield a pen, it wasn't until she joined her crit group, UCW,
that she pursued her passion seriously.
Now, with Joe Manganiello as her permanent muse, if
she can leave the pause button on her Magic Mike dvd long enough, she hopes to
spend the rest of her days writing steamy romances.
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