Lingerie on the Floor
(The Londonaire Brothers Series Book 1)
by Amanda Aksel
I have a passion for lacy designs. But my lingerie business is in trouble. If I don’t find an investor before I return to L.A., I’ll be forced to close my London boutique. The good news is the top fashion magazine wants to feature Kate Golden Lingerie in a double page spread. The bad news—they want me to model my lacy thong.
How can I say no? I care way more about sexy lingerie than I do about love, until him . . .
Drew, the insanely hot photographer I keep crashing into. I can’t help myself. He drove me wild during our boudoir photo shoot. Those eyes. That delicious mouth. The way he feels between my legs when I’m riding on the back of his motorcycle. I know, he’s a rich, bad boy, who only dates models. Sooo not my type. I’m not his either. But we can’t keep away from each other, even when we try . . .
I drop my shoulders, feeling like I’m a deflating balloon making that sad little squeal.
Don’t tell her your last name. Just use your middle name— at least until you can decipher between the women that want free jewelry and the women who “accidentally” get pregnant.
Tears prickle my eyes and within seconds, I throw my head back in a huge sob. It’s so big, I’m almost positive there’s a bubble over my head that says, “WAH!”
The list of things I’m afraid of has dwindled down to wasps and tsunamis.
Lingerie on the Floor was a delightfully scintillating and humorous tale that held my attention and entertained me from beginning to end. The characters were enticing, clever, and fun loving for the most part. The storyline was breezy, amusing, and breathtakingly salacious with just a bit of angst. Drew was a wealthy playboy and Kate was a lingerie designer whose business was starting to struggle. They had an instant, scalding hot, and libidinous chemistry; even losing themselves in public, in Hyde Park, in the rain, wow. I will think of them and smile fondly every time I hear Copacabana.
About Amanda Aksel
AMANDA (ah-MAHN-dah)- Latin- Meaning lovable or worthy of love.
Fitting. I’ve always had an affinity for love.
Being born in sunny San Diego in the mid 80’s to a young military couple gave me plenty of insight into the dynamics of a romantic relationship. Somewhere between moving coasts every three years, I found myself engrossed in fairytale romances and dressing up like a bride.
My first real love was writing. By my sophomore year in a new high school in Virginia, I had a slew of short stories, songs, poems, and articles to my name. Writing was fun. It was a way to get the emotions, dialogue, and pictures out of my head, and create a destiny for my characters.
I had no intention of making a career in writing, because it wasn’t what I did, it was who I was. In reality, I wanted to be an actress. Ah, to be the face of someone else’s authored story. The plan was to move in with my aunt in L.A. after graduation, but had a change of heart. Instead, I stayed with my high school sweetheart (now husband) and attended a film school in Norfolk, VA. It was at this school that I discovered my love for writing screenplays and felt compelled to follow that path. But…as the practical girl I was brought up to be, I decided to go to a real university. While working full time, I completed my BA in Psychology in four and a half years. Becoming a couple’s therapist had always been my “backup” career and there I was on my way to solving love’s most complicated quandaries one couple at a time.
With all my new free time after graduation, I decided to turn my full-length screenplay into a novel in hopes it would help my screenplay sell. I think I was in the middle of writing chapter two when I realized that everything I had ever written was to prepare me for that moment when I knew I was a novelist. Talk about the affirmation of my life. Now my plan is to solve love’s most complicated quandaries one novel at a time.