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About the author:
Simone Avondale is a new entry into the erotica world, and she’s already a big fan of the possibilities it offers her. A recent college grad, Simone has always had an interest in the written word, especially when it came to the sexual. She savors the opportunity to create scenarios she may not encounter in real life, and she looks forward to opening herself up to the fantasies of others as well. In the future, she hopes to explore a number of topics, including some she feels are too taboo to even mention to her close friends.
What inspired you to write your book?
This is my first book, so I went with something that I was interested in. I’ve always had a thing for people that are just a little outside of “normal”, and I knew the main character, Angela, would start her sexual journey with a fling before anything else. So, the character of Cyn was born, and the rest just came together.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Well, can I offer you some money to get a room or something?” I proposed, reaching into my purse.
It might have been the glasses of wine from the exhibit, or maybe just how flustered the girl made me, but while fumbling for money I accidentally dropped my keys onto the pavement. Realizing what I had done, I bent down to pick them up, but the girl had already grabbed them and started to get up to hand them to me.
And, before I knew it, she was kissing me.
Although I was surprised at what was happening, the feeling of her mouth on mine simply made me crave more of her. So, as I felt her tongue press against my lips, I gave in and met her with my own. She tasted of cheap liquor and something sweet, which was an interesting mix with the hint of wine I’m sure she could taste on my tongue. As we continued to explore our mouths, I felt her hands press against my blouse just above my skirt. My cheeks were already flushed, and the warmth of her hands against the thin fabric was causing some serious heat to pulse just below.
Pressing her against the wall in the alley, I ran a hand to just under her shirt. Her skin was soft to my touch, and I couldn’t wait to feel the curve of her breast against my fingers as I slid them up below the torn fabric. As I started to cup and caress her chest, she bit my lip gently and smiled.
“Instead of giving me money,” she purred, “perhaps I could stay at your place?”