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About the author:
Violet Elizabeth Moon is an official member of Romance Writers of America. Ablaze is her second published romance, the first being Enigma. Both books are part of her debut series, Technicolor Love, which focuses on interracial second chance erotic romances. She intends for the series to have seven books in total.
Violet wishes to leave her readers feeling happy, confident, and unlimited. She strives to help her readers figure out what they want in relationships, and recognize what a healthy one looks like. She is passionate about advocating for the treatment of women's health issues and invisible illnesses and is intent on incorporating them in each of her books.
What inspired you to write your book?
I realized I've never written anything involving pirates or romantic suspense before, so I decided to combine the two in a modern setting.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“What would you rather do?” I ask.
He presses his lips against mine and slips his tongue in my mouth. My hands cling to his shoulders as his strong arms envelop me. I kiss him harder as he runs his hands down my sides, resting them on my hips. I feel so light, like I need him to hold me so I don’t fly away.
He reaches down and squeezes and I moan.
“Good girl,” he purrs in my ear and I feel a rush of wetness.
Spank! I automatically lean in to him. He lifts the hem of my pencil skirt and traces circles along my inner thighs. His lips reclaim mine and I gasp at the combined sensation. My clothes feel too hot against my skin now and I’m sure his must too.
One hand lingers between my thighs, so tantalizingly close, I buck against him.
“Have you been naughty at all while I’ve been away?” He whispers. His other hand finds the back of my panties and pushes them aside to grab my bare ass.
“Yes, Master,” I think of all those nights I spent with my hand between my legs and memories of him.
“I’m happy to hear that, Mi Amor,” he sucks on my earlobe and gives me a light spank. “Shall we take this to the bedroom?”
“Yes, please,” I breathe and he picks me up, carries me bridal style and lays me down on the bed, staring softly for a moment, and brushing the hair off my face. Then, he pounces.