"...An edgier younger-man/older-woman story...Flows smoothly, drawing you in with its racy start."--Scandalous Minx, Literary Nymphs Reviews
"5 Angels!...Isabella Jordan writes such great erotic romances, and Her Private Dancer is no exception. This is a smoking-hot read that will scorch your computer monitor and leave you gasping. Harriet and Alejandro are both believable characters who engage the reader's interest even out of bed, and together they're a super-sexy couple exploring one another through sensual and creative love scenes."--Maija, Fallen Angel Reviews
"4 Stars!...Ms. Jordan has a certain knack for bringing sex to life in a book...Explodes with hot sex. The descriptions seemed to make the sex scenes jump off the page and into my bed. I could almost see and hear and taste the action...Any woman who has seen a male strip show has had this fantasy and it was a pleasure to see it actually happen for someone...It is a great short read for those evenings where you find yourself alone and in need of the perfect fantasy."--Amanda Nelson, Just Erotic Romance Reviews
"4 Lips!...Isabella Jordan has penned a wonderful story about a slightly older woman who’s been through a nasty divorce. Harriet is a real woman. Her insecurities will sound familiar to most women as will her desire for what she thinks is an untouchable man who is out of her league. Her Private Dancer is one hot young man from Brazil. I loved both of these characters...Oh, my, and the sex here is steamy, hot, erotic and sweet. Harriet experiences a myriad of sexual delights that curls her toes and had me wiggling in my seat more than once. I highly recommend this story of a shy woman who discovers that she is funny, beautiful and sexy at the hands of Her Private Dancer."--Harper, Two Lips Reviews
...“Dance with me.”
He sounded as sexy as he looked. Was the Spanish accent real?
“I’d…rather not.” Harriet managed to throw him a small smile. “Thank you.”
“Dance with me.” This time it was a command, not a request.
Before she could protest further, he was pulling her out of her chair by the hand that he still held captive. She could have fought him but she had a feeling that it wouldn’t do any good considering how easily he’d hauled her up.
He secured her against his body, nearly squeezing all the breath from her lungs. All of her softness pressed against his hardness and she came up only to the middle of his chest. Easily he held her in place with one arm wrapped around her like a band of steel. One of his thighs pushed its way between hers, forcing her to straddle him.
“Harriet! You go, girl!”
“Go, Harriet!”
Oh, this was bad. She shouldn’t want to rub herself against the hard length of muscular thigh between her legs. But God, she did want to. She’d had a drink earlier, and watching the male strippers had already worked her up a bit. Now there was an incredible ache building in her pussy. He brought up his leg, grinding it into her wet heat, and her thighs clamped around it like a vice. It alleviated nothing, only made the craving in her body stronger. Her breath was coming fast, her heart thundering in her chest.
“Squeeze it, baby,” he said just loud enough for her to hear over the noise all around them.
Her mind frantically tried to wrap around the entire scenario. Yet her body obeyed him and her thighs gripped him even tighter. She cared less by the second that his hand was sliding down over her ass in front of the entire crowd. Without warning, the gorgeous devil lifted her right leg over his hip and dipped her.
Completely out of her element, all she could do was look up into his gorgeous face. His strong features held a powerful sensuality and his grin could be described only as wicked as he held her in the passionate pose. From all around them, the other women in the room erupted into woohoos and applause.
The handsome dancer slowly brought her back up, but not before his fingers delved into the slit at the rear of her skirt and skimmed up to edge of her panties. She jerked in surprise when they darted into the heated juices that had seeped from her aching folds.
He released her and left her to stand on wobbly legs she couldn’t trust. Harriet immediately sank onto her chair, startled when he gently took her hand and kissed the back of it before walking away.
“Oh, shit, Harriet! That was hot!” Kelly, a new loan officer in their bank, wrapped an arm about her shaking shoulders. “He’s hot!”
The music changed now and another dancer, dressed as a police officer, strutted out on the stage while her man, who’d started his dance dressed as a matador, made his way toward the exit.
“Yes,” Harriet managed, still struggling to breathe from the closest thing she’d had to sex in a long time. “Yes, he is.”
Harriet tried not to watch him leave but she just couldn’t stop herself. And he seemed to know that she would be. He made a point of turning around in the doorway and meeting her gaze, his eyes smoldering with fire.
He brought the fingers he’d dipped into her juices to his lips and made a great show of sucking them into his mouth. Harriet shuddered, her body convulsing with desperation.
Then he backed out of the doorway and out of her sight, leaving her a trembling mess in the chair...