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About the author:
Randa Knight was born and raised in a small little town on the Ohio/Indiana border. Her love of reading began in middle school and never ended. For the past few years, she has been an avid reader and blogger. She studied Literature with a Creative Writing minor at Indiana University (Go Hoosiers!) where she fell in love with writing. The idea for Boys of Bragg series began during a creative writing course.
When she’s not writing, you can find her hanging out with her four boys, husband, and new puppy. Or spending copious amounts of time on Tik Tok instead of writing or cleaning.
What inspired you to write your book?
I started this book in a college creative writing course. But I hit a roadblock with those characters, so I did a fast write on her best friend–Dee, it turned into a full novel.
Here is a short sample from the book:
IT IS TAKING EVERY OUNCE of willpower I possess not to rip that sexy little black dress off her. Everything about tonight has been slow foreplay, and I don’t think I can hold out much longer.
The sad part is, she’s not even trying to seduce me anymore. She’s being real. My sweet, sassy Dee. The things that come out of her mouth irritate me and turn me on at the same time.
I made a promise to her, and I will show her how it feels to be cherished. Too bad I also have this carnal craving to just fuck the ever-loving hell out of her. To ruin her for every other man.
The scarier part is that I don’t want to give her up at the end of our leave. I want to bring her back to the base with me. Keep her.
Shit! She’s not a possession. That’s what I hate about some guys, how they treat women like a toy or plaything to be possessed when they should be treated like queens.
I need to get it together before we get back to the beach house. I should end this at her door like I have any other night. But tonight differs from those nights. Something has changed. I know if I stay with her tonight, she will take and keep my heart. I won’t care if she throws it away later. I want whatever she gives me.
I never live for the moment. I plan everything out. So much so that my last girlfriend broke up with me because she said I was incapable of spontaneity. What the fuck ever. I can be spontaneous. That’s how I met Dee and Lizzy.
Dee feels incredible in my arms. She periodically releases a content sigh, and when she nuzzles in between my neck and collarbone, I can’t help but kiss the top of her head. I would kiss other areas too, like her cheeks, neck, and those luscious lips. But we’re in public and if I start again, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. Those bright red lips call to me.
I release her enough for her to lead me up the beach house steps, but my fingers never leave hers. I need to touch her like my life depends on it.
Sliding her hands up the back of my neck, she pulls me down to her and presses those delicious lips to mine. And all thought ceases to exist.
She starts the kiss off slow, but it’s powerful, and I let her take control and take what she wants from me, something I haven’t done with her.
I can no longer resist her. Sliding my hands to rest on her ass, I lift her up and pin her to the wall beside the sliding glass door. The carnal side of me wants to throw her over my shoulder and toss her in bed so I can have my way with her. Even this slow burn takes a lot of control.
Keep it slow, I remind myself and enjoy the way her lips are devouring mine. My hands crave to feel her—
“Michael… p-please don’t stop,” she whispers as she runs her fingers through my hair. God, I love that. Her lips on my neck. kissing, nibbling… Jesus, Mary, Joseph… those lips are heaven on my skin. I can feel how much she wants this.
She interrupts me with another searing kiss, and I lose all thought except her.
Only her. I want to rip her panties off and fuck her against this wall. But that’s what she’s used to. Someone who only wants sex. I want so much more from her. I want her heart, ‘cause she took mine without realizing it and I don’t want it back.
She runs a hand down my thigh and up across my dick. I almost explode. This woman will kill me, I think as I kiss her long, delicious neck.
She pushes me off, yanks her keys from her clutch, and opens the door, never once allowing her other hand to let go of me. It’s almost like she’s afraid I’ll leave. No way in hell is that going to happen.
Dee barely gets the door closed before she pushes me against it. She’s back in my arms, my hands touching as much of her as they can. She’s almost frantic, as if she can’t decide which part of me, she wants to touch next. I need to slow her down, so I clasp both her hands in mine, raise them above her head, and switch positions.