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About the author:
Nikki Mays is a wife and mama to 3 little hellions (boys) and 2 fur babies (boxers) that are 100% convinced that they're human. She lives in a small town in New Jersey. She is an avid reader and loves a good slow burn…and of course a hea. When she's not breaking up chaotic battles between tiny humans and dogs who don't realize that they could win just due to their size alone, she can be found interacting with her readers.
What inspired you to write your book?
I actually started writing as an escape from my everyday life. Don't get me wrong, I love my family, but I wanted something that was all mine. Writing allows me to be someone other than "mommy". This book is actually the second in my SAPD SWAT Series. It can be read as a standalone, but is much more enjoyable if you read Surrender to You first.
Here is a short sample from the book:
My car is parked in the lot under a street lamp and I look around before I start walking. Outside I spot my car parked under a street lamp, the only light on the darkened street, peering around the empty parking lot I decide its safe and hustle to my car. Thoughts of Damon fill my mind as I walk to the car. I was so distracted I almost didn’t notice the large figure move out of the shadows. I put my keys between my fingers to use as a weapon and start walking as fast as I can without looking at the huge figure coming towards me. Just as I’m about to start truly panicking I hear my name being called from a voice that sounds like sexy gravel. Can gravel even sound sexy?I question before looking over my shoulder into Damon’s face as he casually strolled towards me. “Seriously what the hell are you doing!?!”I shriek like an unhinged banshee. “You scared the crap out of me! I thought that you were some freaking serial killer coming to get me so that you can wear my skin!”I never claimed not to be overly dramatic. I think that I have a lovely flair for it actually. Damon’s stopped a foot or so away from me and is staring at me like I’m insane. See what craziness could be all yours grumpy bear? “Do you think that a serial would approach you slowly after calling your name?”He grunts out. “Well obviously if they want me to stop long enough for them to catch up to me. I mean what better way to get close to someone than to call their name as they know you, or that they need to ask you a question. I stopped for you didn’t I?”I mean duuuuh. “Yeah, but you know me.”“And I’m sure some people knew Ted Bundy. Apparently, he was charismatic and not grumpy like some people.”I get a raised eyebrow to that one. “Are you saying that you think that I’m like Ted Bundy?”He growls “Of course not!”He gives me a relieved smirk. “Ted Bundy was charismatic and well-spoken.”He narrows his eyes at me so much that they look closed. “He mutilated women and had sex with their dead bodies.”“And to think women went with him willingly,”I answer him haughtily. “I have no problem getting a woman.”He tells me with an obnoxious smirk. Yeah, I’m sure that you have no problem getting a woman…the lucky bitch. “It doesn’t really count if they’re drunk or just have low standards and will sleep with anyone Damon.”Eeeeekk…if looks could kill, I’d be a pile of dust. I think that I might’ve just poked the grumpy bear with a pitchfork instead of a stick. He starts walking towards me again or should I say stalking towards me. I now know exactly what small prey feels like. The look in his brown eyes is fierce. Like there’s a storm brewing and I’m not going to be able to weather it. I’m frozen to my spot. Where is my fight or flight instinct? I should be running from the predator instead of trying to become its prey. “Answer me this dollface. Do I look like someone who would ever have to get a woman drunk to fuck me?”he says in a harsh voice only inches away from my face I wish I could say that I feel threatened or even a little bit afraid, but I don’t “I don’t know Damon. You’re about as friendly as a grizzly bear and usually look about as angry as one that’s had his honey stolen.”WTF am I even saying?!? Jesus…way to embarrass yourself, Shell. “Hmmm, here’s another question. If I decided to push you up against your car, pull those tight ass jeans down, rip off your panties and fuck you right here, would you even try to stop me?”He whispers against my lips.I’m pretty sure that my panties just dissolved all on their own. I take a deep breath to get my shit together before I answer. He may be like a living fantasy but he’s been nothing but a jerk to me. I refuse to let him get to me. “Of course I would,”I say half convincingly and notice the smug look on his face. “Oh really, would you now?”He says while running his nose along my neck. I make sure to move my head so that he’s looking me in the eyes when I answer him. “I only fuck men who acknowledge my existence. I would never allow someone who treats me like I’m lower than dirt into my body. You may not think much of me Damon, but I can guarantee you that I think extremely highly of myself. So instead of pushing me up against a car, you should go find one of those women who are willing to screw a miserable human being like yourself. Have a great night.”With that parting remark, I get into my car and drive slowly away with my head held high. He may be the sexiest man that I have ever seen but I will never succumb to allowing him to treat me like crap.