LINDA VICTORIA (born 1974) lives in Copenhagen. Touch Me is her debut novel. She studied at Copenhagen Business School before working with the recruitment of business professionals. She also has experience with elite match-making for international celebrities (jetset dating bureau). Touch Me is the first independent novel in the trilogy Blackwood No. 7.
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LINDA VICTORIA: TOUCH ME
Erotic thriller about power and dark secrets in the highest echelons of the international business world
The successful 30-year-old businessman Martin Blackwood is everything the 19-year-old Danielle has fantasized about: alluring, intimidating and alive with the promise of a hot first-time sexual encounter. When martin unexpectedly accepts her invitation, Danielle casts herself into an affair with him - but would she have done so, if she had known about the dark secret behind his immaculate suit and ice-blue gaze? A secret that draws Martin to the charismatic billionaire Marcus Amadeus Marcelis and a brotherhood of shamanism, a world of sex and calculated business where bloody decisions are made.
Touch Me is a novel about a power-hungry desire, sex, vulnerability and crushing yearning to be touched. The novel engulfs the reader in a world of unbound luxury and eccentric realism. Here the CIA forms part of the backdrop – the glossy façade is mere deflection in a world where there can be no talk of genuine feeling.
Back in the Porsche she smiled, leaned back against the headrest and closed her eyes.
“Was I not caring enough?” asked Martin, locking the door with the flick of a switch. The sun and the forest could be felt through the window panes, but its warmth dissipated in the hiss of cold air coming from the air conditioning vents.
“Of course you were loving,” laughed Danielle, eager to find some words of praise, but fell silent when her eyes met his gaze. It was ice-cold. Hard.
“What’s the matter?” she asked, alarmed by his look.
He leaned over and rested a hand on her naked thighs. His hand slid up under her skirt, his finger quick to find the outline of her underwear.
“Stop,” she laughed, grabbing his wrist with both hands.
“It’s not your turn to decide, sweetheart,” he said stiffly.
The fear knotted in her stomach and her heart froze.