Today I will be sharing an excerpt from one of my favourite authors, and if you are not yet familiar with B.J. Frazier’s work then you can read some of my reviews of her books here! I haven’t read Betting the Pride; Losing the Prejudice yet but I am looking forward to starting this series. Especially after reading this teasing little snippet!
Shane Shackleford has been a bull for over twenty years. He has trained many subs to serve him, to be a hotwife and to cuck their husbands.
After an argument with his nieces over the film “How to Lose a Guy in Ten Days”, Shane concocts a bet with himself to prove that rom/coms aren’t real.
Anne Rickerson is happily married to the love of her life, and she’s the accountant at Shane Shackleford’s real estate company. She is awkward, frugal and dowdy. As such, Anne keeps to herself, does her job, and mostly goes unnoticed.
After she catches Shane engaged in rough sex with the office manager, Anne tells Doug, her husband. He recognizes Anne was incredibly turned on by what she witnessed and begins to open her eyes to the idea of a bull/hotwife scenario with Shane as the bull.
When Shane chats with Anne about the sex she witnessed, he decides to put his bet into action.
“Betting the Pride; Losing the Prejudice” merges themes from “Pride and Prejudice” and “How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days”, set in Beverly Hills, California. With real estate as the backdrop, the book tours homes, sex, crime, passion, and love.
This is book one of a trilogy. While it’s a bull/hotwife book, and contains some of the usual elements of its genre, it also steps outside of the typical trope to keep the reader guessing, intrigued and aroused.
“Betting the Pride; Losing the Prejudice” is erotica with twists, a treasure trove of characters and a whodunit that unfolds under layers of sexual domination and sexual awakening. Delectably relatable and hot fiction from the clever pen of B.J. Frazier.
Shane walked up to her table and looked at her book, “Jane, good afternoon. I’m late for lunch because I just landed another client this morning.”
With Shane’s cock at eye level, Anne became flustered and dropped her book.
Shane picked it up and flashed another smile as he handed it to her.
Striving to maintain equilibrium, she flipped the pages to find her place as she asked, “Why did you call me ‘Jane’ in such a weird tone?”
“It was a joke. Was it that bad?” Shane smiled again while pointing to the book’s spine.
“Ohh, because I’m reading Jane Austen, you… okay, I get it.” She laughed awkwardly.
“Mind if I–”
“My name’s not–”
“–join you, Jane?”
She giggled at their speaking over each other as well as her rhyme.
The sound was closer to a sick animal that anything mirthful. Shane sipped his coffee to avoid wincing, and to give her time to settle down.
When she stopped, he pointed to the chair across from her, and she nodded.
“What were you saying when I rudely spoke over you?”
“Uh, I said, my name’s not Jane.”
“You mean, you’re not the author of this book?”
Anne blushed. “Omigod, no! Jane Austen is one of the finest English authors of the Nineteenth Century. This,” she eyed her book, “is my favorite book. It’s her second, and was published in 1913.”
Anne couldn’t believe how much she babbled. She wasn’t usually a talker.
Except with Doug.
She absent-mindedly crunched on kale chips, because she needed something to do with her hands.
“I’m sorry, it’s just that Jane Austen should be regarded for the wonderful and historical figure that she is; not joked about.”
“Please accept my sincerest apologies.”
He was putting on an act; he had to be. She rolled her eyes, remembering the cultural idiot he was.
“It’s okay,” she muttered.
Shane would’ve thought she was a lesbian were it not for her wedding band. Then he reminded himself that it was no indication of her sexual orientation.
It would certainly explain her moronic commentary… but it didn’t explain her blushing embarrassment.
With no one else in the lunch room–and having just sat down–Shane was forced to plod on.
“I hope you know I was just teasing, right…” He stopped himself from saying “Jane” again.
He sighed, knowing she would forever be “Jane” because of his pneumonic structure. He’d said or thought “Jane” more than three times in the same conversation. Therefore, “Jane” was solidified.
She half-smiled and half-shrugged in answer.
“I’ll have you know that I was forced to read that book in high school, so I’m quite aware that you are not its author.” He smiled again.
“Oh, well, most people forget it or her or.”
He waited for her to finish the sentence, but she was done.
“Let’s see now. I think I always thought of myself as Darcy–”
Anne was mid-swallow and the kale caught in her throat as she tried to hold back a nasty comment.
Where To Buy Betting the Pride; Losing the Prejudice:
B.J. Frazier’s website
About The Author:
B.J. Frazier is a published author of erotica from the U.S. B.J.’s professional résumé includes time spent as a high school English teacher, advertising executive and business owner. B.J. draws on all three backgrounds to create believable and relatable characters and stories.
B.J. also writes from personal experience in Femdom, which adds realism to the stories.
Readers often comment, “you’re so readable.” B.J. never gets tired of hearing that.
The stand-out comment is from a very vanilla reader, who said, “I don’t mean to be insulting, but I think ‘Mistress Managed’ can be mainstream!”
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