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About the author:
Twenty-something with student loan debt, a geriatric orange cat, and a search browser full of erotic keyword searches.
What inspired you to write your book?
It’s an experiment as well as a form of catharsis. I used to read Literotica quite extensively; I consider myself familiar with the style and structure of the genre. When I read an article about the girls writing dinosaur erotica, I thought, “Well if people are buying writing this bad, and I can actually write, imagine what I could make!” I decided I ought to give it a try and see what happens. Worst-case scenario: I spend a lot of time practicing writing, which is never a bad thing.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Agatha extended her hand and met his gaze. He had searching, hazel-colored eyes. His irises were an abundance of gold rimmed with green. They reminded Agatha of a hawk’s eyes. “My name is Agatha Winkeeper, originally of Galway.”
“A true pleasure,” he said, bending to kiss Agatha’s lacey gloved hand without breaking eye contact.
A flutter of shivers threatened to fly up Agatha’s back, but she kept them at bay. Beneath her gown and undergarments, Agatha’s breasts heaved with a deep intake of air; her nipples hardened beneath the fabric.
Yet Agatha’s business at the ball redirected her thinking. “So you have an acquaintance with King Frederick. Tell me, what is your knowledge of Princess Mara? If you wish, I can arrange for an introduction.”
Sir Matthew smiled broadly. “Nice try, Miss Winkeeper. I know what you are thinking, and I have to ask you to banish such thoughts.”
“And what am I thinking?” asked Agatha, a little more playfully than she intended.
Sir Matthew considered Agatha for a moment, weighing the possibilities of his response. A kind of devilish grin played across his lips. “I’m sure putting into words what you are thinking would be a breach in decorum. I do not wish for you to offend my sensibilities.”
“Offend your sensibilities?” asked Agatha, startled. He certainly knew how to play a game. Here was proof of her research into his background. “I believe it is you who is in danger of ignoring propriety.”
“Miss Winkeeper. You are mistaken. I do not ignore propriety; I simply choose to embrace impropriety.”
“What is the difference?”
“One is more fun than the other,” replied Sir Matthew unabashed.