By day, Brooklyn Crenshaw goes to work and does her job. She doesn't make waves, simply follows orders and stays off the radar. Oh, and she might have a crush on WILLIAM K. BAXTER from across the hall. Each time she passes his office—with his polished name plate on the window—her gut clenches with desire at the sight of him. But he never looks up, can't possibly know who she is, and even if he did, her needs would send him running. Because they always ran.
At night, in private, she turns on her laptop so that her Sir can turn her on. Brooklyn’s never seen His face, but she knows His voice and the magic of His words. The arrangement works for her. Mostly.
As the office holiday party approaches, Brooklyn starts receiving Secret Santa gifts which suggest more than casual interest, Sir reveals his fondness for exhibition and voyeurism, and WILLIAM K. BAXTER finally looks up at her, and waves.
Brooklyn begins to question everything. Does she continue to follow the orders of a man who hides behind technology, but is always there, or does she take a chance on the man right in front of her who’s seen her at long last? Then there is the Secret Santa who seems to know what makes Brooklyn tick. So many decisions.
‘Tis the season… to be kinky.
“Is everything okay, Sir?”
“Hm? Oh, yes. Just thinking.”
“Oh?”
“Entertaining personal fantasies is all. It would be an honor to escort you to this shindig.”
Brooklyn sighed. “Sir—”
“I know. I apologize. No more pressure, bunny.” After a pause, he added, “If you were to invite me, though, I’d love seeing you in candy-cane stripes.”
Shaking her head, a soft laugh escaped her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“On a serious note. Whether you allow me to come, or not, I would like to set you a task for the evening.”
Throughout her body things tightened at his words, the deepening tenor they were being delivered in sending heat across her flesh. “Yes?”
“Hm. Yes, I think candy cane-striped thigh-highs, a daring short dress—in red, please—no bra, and let’s see, thong or commando. Your choice.”
She almost scoffed. That had all sounded pretty damn specific to her, and quite well-thought out. Her gut told her he hadn’t pulled this from his hat on a whim. Or that she didn’t really have a choice, either. His lust-laden voice lifted to her ears before she could form a reply, leaving her quite the mental undertaking.
“Your task is to observe, bunny. Keep your head held high when you enter the party. Don’t shy away from the attention you will get. Unless I’m mistaken, and I rarely am when it comes to the marvels of the human psyche, reactions will vary. There will be those longing to be you, those who wish to have you, and still others will hate you for your confident beauty, but all their heads will turn. Embrace that.”
“Hm? Oh, yes. Just thinking.”
“Oh?”
“Entertaining personal fantasies is all. It would be an honor to escort you to this shindig.”
Brooklyn sighed. “Sir—”
“I know. I apologize. No more pressure, bunny.” After a pause, he added, “If you were to invite me, though, I’d love seeing you in candy-cane stripes.”
Shaking her head, a soft laugh escaped her. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
“On a serious note. Whether you allow me to come, or not, I would like to set you a task for the evening.”
Throughout her body things tightened at his words, the deepening tenor they were being delivered in sending heat across her flesh. “Yes?”
“Hm. Yes, I think candy cane-striped thigh-highs, a daring short dress—in red, please—no bra, and let’s see, thong or commando. Your choice.”
She almost scoffed. That had all sounded pretty damn specific to her, and quite well-thought out. Her gut told her he hadn’t pulled this from his hat on a whim. Or that she didn’t really have a choice, either. His lust-laden voice lifted to her ears before she could form a reply, leaving her quite the mental undertaking.
“Your task is to observe, bunny. Keep your head held high when you enter the party. Don’t shy away from the attention you will get. Unless I’m mistaken, and I rarely am when it comes to the marvels of the human psyche, reactions will vary. There will be those longing to be you, those who wish to have you, and still others will hate you for your confident beauty, but all their heads will turn. Embrace that.”
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Brooklyn Blues was a quick but enjoyable read.
Brooklyn's life takes an interesting turn after accidentally finding herself on an erotica website. The words and pictures get her mind to turning and she finds herself curious to know more and explore how it all makes her feel. In this exploration, she forms an online attachment to a dominant, which later turns into something more with phone calls and texts.
In between discovering things about herself through talks with this anonymous "Sir" she met online, Brooklyn is still crushing on a co-worker and begins receiving mysterious secret santa gifts. As she grows closer to her Sir, Brooklyn starts to wonder about meeting him, and then she gets hints that her secret santa will be at work party, as well as her work crush. With the possibility of three men arriving at the same party, Brooklyn isn't sure how to handle it all, and then she discovers something shocking, they are one in the same.
William Baxter had been intrigued with Brooklyn since she started at work, and he had a pull towards her, but not wanting to push her too far, he instead laid a trail, hoping she'd pick up the clues and piece together who he was; finally deciding to unveil himself at the party.
I really enjoyed how this whole story came together, Brooklyn's growing desire, her caution at meeting a man, no matter how personal they've gotten, and how she's shocked when she realizes how it all worked together. Brooklyn Blues was a quick, easy, but hot read. I really liked how though parts of it were easily guessable, there were still a few surprises in store.
Hargrave lives on the outskirts of Dallas, TX and is married to her high school sweetheart; together they are raising three children. A native 'mutt,' she has lived in New Hampshire, Pennsylvania, South Carolina, Alabama, Texas, and California. She is fond of setting her stories—which range from the sweet to the paranormal, to the erotic and horrific—on location in South Carolina and Texas.
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Thanks so much for helping me get the word out about Brooklyn and the gang and reviewing. Merry Kinkmas!
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