I’ve been away for the past two weeks—hope you have all been enjoying yourselves! Just got back yesterday, a few hours before the Book Hooks deadline.
This
hook is from my story “Body Electric”, one of two BDSM erotic
romance tales in D&S Duos Book 1. I have four volumes in this
series, each (as suggested by the series title) including two tales of power exchange.
These books tend more toward “literary” erotica, but almost all have at
least a hint of romance. Many focus on relationships between committed couples.
In
"Body Electric", a professor of engineering charms his
female colleague into experiments on the erotic effects of
electricity. In "Limits", the second tale in this volume, a
long-established kinky couple push their relationship to next level
of trust.
You can
get a copy of the book here:
Smashwords:
https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/732584
Here’s
the hook:
He
didn't look like an engineer. He smiled and postured and gestured
expansively as if reciting poetry or making a speech. Half a dozen
females surrounded him, hanging on his every word. Periodically the
little knot of women (which even included crusty old Margaret Evans)
would burst into self-conscious laughter. Dean Evans would look
around nervously, then return her attentive gaze to the towering
shaggy-haired orator in their midst, as if he were a combination of
Tom Cruise and Mahatma Gandhi.
A
politician, or a TV celebrity, or even the leader of cult – I
could readily believe that he was any of these as I watched him
fascinate his listeners. But an assistant professor from the
department of electrical engineering? Highly implausible. But true
nevertheless. Earlier in the evening, my colleague Loren had given me
a full briefing. Dr. Ryan Moresby was apparently a brilliant teacher,
a talented inventor, and a rising star in his department. In
addition, Loren emphasized, he was single, which was surprising
considering his obvious talent in attracting the opposite sex. Of
course, why would someone with that kind of charisma want to settle
down?
I
wondered idly how many of the women in that little circle of his he
had bedded, then gave myself a mental slap on the hand. I had to stop
thinking like that! Ever since I completed my dissertation, I had
found myself speculating on other people's secret lives and desires.
My research on women's erotic literature was, of course, impeccably
scholarly, serious and restrained, carefully purged of any salacious
elements. My sources, though, were anything but. Their enduring
influence on my thoughts was only too clear.
~ ~ ~
I hope
you’ll drop by to visit the other authors participating in this
week’s Book Hooks hop!
3 comments:
He didn't look like an engineer. - Oh, I've known some engineers!
Love her speculations about him.
Sorry for getting to this hook so late. I didn't sign up for last week's hooks and didn't make the rounds, either. I like the way you're showing how she is progressing from being "impeccably scholarly, serious and restrained" to mentally salacious. I'd guess that physically salacious is right around the corner!
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