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About the author:
Born in Sept 1987 just outside Trois-Rivières, Quebec, she dreams of warmer locations. Lillian hopes that whatever success her books may have might help with both her terrible budgeting and her dream.
Lillian Lee spends most of her time tending to her big family, including twins and four pets, a dog, a cat and two birds. When not busy with her responsibilities, she indulges in a bit of adult literature. For an added challenge, she prefers to write outside her native tongue.
What inspired you to write your book?
One lazy afternoon, a fantasy…
Here is a short sample from the book:
CHAPTER TWO – A NOVA
A fist bumped into her front door repeatedly. Logan had never been too patient. Well, maybe just in bed.
Fiona looked around frantically. She had just gotten out of the shower and started drying herself with a towel. She thought she’d had more time.
She knew Logan and his stubbornness. He matched her very well in that department. If he promised to offer a show to the neighbors, nothing would stop him. Not even the thought that someone might call the cops.
She gave up drying herself properly and forgot about drying or combing her hair. She rushed down the stairs, wrapping herself in the towel.
When she got to the front door, Logan had already started shouting her name, in between the hard knocks on the wood.
She didn’t give herself time to think. She opened the door hurriedly, caught his wrist and pulled him inside.
She noticed Mrs. Bart from across the street immediately. She had already come out to see what all the racket was about. Fiona didn’t bother to check for other neighbors.
She closed the door immediately, so the old biddy couldn’t see she was almost naked, and then turned to Logan.
Her mouth dried instantly. Logan had always been a hunk – broad shoulders, well defined abs, bulging muscles and thick thighs. Now, he looked meaner, stronger and, what the hell, much more tempting.
His black and intense eyes scrutinized her, and she fidgeted on spot. They drilled deep into her soul, and every fiber of her body reacted, filled with excitement.
Logan looked her from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet, taking his time in the middle. She blushed under his scrutiny, and her nipples puckered, leaving visible indentations in the towel.
Logan’s nostrils flared, his eyes, narrowed and he licked his bottom lip. He looked up at her, and said softly, “Hi, Fi. Long time, huh?”