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DescriptionFortysomething and still single, music-video exec Pia Jamison has given up her grandiose ideas on men and marriage but not motherhood. Her biological clock is on red alert, but after years of self-imposed celibacy she has no clue how to attract the man she needs to get the baby she wants. Help comes in the form of Pia’s savvy assistant, who tricks her boss into attending, under the guise of a business conference, a flirting workshop called Weapons of Mass Seduction. There Pia meets other women looking to amp up their amorous arsenals, including the devastated Texas belle Florence Chase, who’s trying to save her failing marriage; and Rebecca Vossel, a twenty-two-year-old small-town biracial girl who’s dying to release her inner diva.
ExcerptsFrom the book ...Chapter One
Where am I? Pia Jamison wondered, turning on the light and looking around the beautifully appointed yet unfamiliar room. A momentary burst of panic rushed her body, replaced her morning grogginess, and cleared the way for the facts. It was December 7, and she was in Annapolis, Maryland, at the Loews Hotel, a two--hour Acela train ride away from her chic New York apartment. The panic was unusual. Waking up in lonely hotel rooms in strange cities had been a part of her life for years now. As a senior vice president at SunFire Productions, she was constantly on the road, traveling to the far corners of the globe, overseeing the making of million--dollar videos for some of the biggest names in the music business. From Mary J. to Madonna, from Seal to Sting, from Alicia to Beyoncé to Ciara, it was her job to make sure that the images and music of these artists were presented as attractively as possible. It was a tough job and success had cost her plenty--a family of her own, for starters--but after nearly fourteen years it was one she did well and still adored. Interview...Theo Johnson, she reminded herself. Pia glanced over at the clock and noted with a groan that it was only 7:47 A.M. She wasn't supposed to meet with Theo until noon. If her fretful mind would only cooperate with her body, she'd have at least another three hours of sleep. Pia wanted and needed to look as beautiful and as fresh as possible for this encounter. Her future was riding on it. Calm down, she instructed herself. If he turns it down there are others on the list. There is no such thing as only one man for the job. Nervous energy led her from the bed onto the floor to commence her daily yoga exercises. Standing straight, her arms in prayer position, Pia tried to calm herself by repeating a new mantra: "It's just an interview. It's just an interview." Arching back and then gracefully diving forward and placing her hands on the floor and her head on her knees, she stretched her body and tried to determine just who she was kidding. She was hoping that Theo would at least hear her out and consider the position, while knowing full damn well that his interest and acceptance had everything to do with her ability to enticingly sell herself. This could be a problem. Pia Jamison could sell a skinny teenager with a mouth full of gold, as well as the inability to pronounce most words of the King's English, as a worldwide sex symbol, but sell herself? On this front, her confidence sagged. Pia finished her sun salutation and moved to the full--length mirror to inspect herself. Even in her just--out--of--bed state, Pia still had it going on, she had to admit. Her mocha glazed skin was smooth and wrinkle--free--a sign she was aging well. The notable features of her face came together in a pleasing mosaic of interesting angles. The shapely pout of her mouth and slightly flared nostrils of her dignified nose balanced the stop--and--look beauty of her most striking feature--large, wide--set, golden brown feline eyes that appeared to hold the mysteries of the universe in their gaze. All this loveliness was framed by a head full of healthy black hair, cut fashionably short and fringed. Her arms, legs, and butt were toned from years of practicing healthy eating and yoga. Gravity had been kind to her round and still firm breasts, and Pia's stomach, never stretched to its maximum by pregnancy, was still flat. Tight abs were a coveted prize by most women her age, but for Pia they were a daily reminder of the baby she'd always wanted but hadn't gotten around... ReviewsReShonda Tate Billingsley, author of I Know I've Been Changed...
"A smart and flirty read for smart and flirty women."
Trisha R. Thomas, author of Nappily Ever After...
"Weapons of Mass Seduction tantalizes the body, mind, and spirit in a sensual page-turner every woman will understand."
About the AuthorLORI BRYANT-WOOLRIDGE is the cofounder of the Femme Fantastik Literary Tour. A former television executive and Emmy Award recipient, she is the author of the novels Hitts & Mrs. and Read Between the Lies. She lives in South Orange, New... Digital Rights Information
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