Pearls of Passion by Chantilly White

Shy librarian Sabrina has had her heart set on Robert, her hunky, reserved colleague, for months. Now she’s taking matters into her own hands. . . and anywhere else she can manage. But once she’s had her way with him, will she end up with the love match she craves even more than his luscious body? A short, H-O-T contemporary romance, Pearls of Passion is 6,000 words (about 15 pages).

SKU: B007FL5LCO Category: Erotica Tags: chantilly white, contemporary romance, holiday, hot romance, short story, valentine

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About the author:

Chantilly White is a Pacific Northwest author of sweetly hot contemporary and historical romance. She holds a degree in creative writing from the University of California at Riverside and forages for chocolate, soda, cheese, and popcorn, not necessarily in that order.

What inspired you to write your book?

Fun! I was in the mood to write something super-sexy and carefree, and maybe a little naughty, too.

Here is a short sample from the book:

Sabrina licked her crimson lips, adjusted the low V of her scarlet satin blouse a bit lower, the black mini a bit higher. She admired the toned cut of her thigh muscles and the creamy swell of her breasts in the glass as she pushed through the double doors of the county library on ice-pick, black-patent stilettos.
She could do this.
If her heart was beating a bit too fast and her breathing was a bit, well, breathy, that would just help set the stage.
Mr. I’m-Too-Shy-To-Ask-You-Out was going to get a Valentine’s Day surprise like no other.
She’d timed her entry carefully, just a few moments before closing. The parking lot outside had already emptied of all but her prey’s vehicle, and as the doors closed behind her, the lights in the back began to click off, row by row.
Perfect.
At the check-out counter, Sabrina cleared her stage. She shoved a stack of books off to the side, tossed file folders on the desk chair, then topped them off with the computer, complete with mouse and keyboard. Stage set. Now for the centerpiece.
Hopping up on the counter, she arranged herself along its length, her legs crossed, the top knee bent just so. Her head propped on one hand, Sabrina posed the other at her hip, feet dangling. She made sure the mini skirt rode right below the Promised Land over her bare legs, the V in her blouse more than hinting at the braless contents beneath the satin. She tossed her long chocolate-brown hair over her shoulder and planted a come-hither smile on her lips. . .