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About the author:
When she’s not writing she works in Telecommunications, frequently banging her head on the desk with the random things that can happen to the ordinary phone line.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to write something that featured my home country (New Zealand) and once I came up with the way they had met I wanted it to be a roller coaster ride to their happy ever after.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He grinned and I knew he was trying to get a rise out of me. And I was going to rise to the occasion as I could feel his cock straining against the fabric of his trousers trying to get to me.
“Is that what you want?” I asked, “ You want me to be your whore?”
“I want to do unspeakable things to you. Throw you on that couch and bury myself in your pussy like there’s no tomorrow. Catch you up on all those orgasms you missed while being a student prude.”
“Fuck you,” I said and slapped him. I grinned at the look on his face, having caught him completely by surprise.
“It’s like that is it?” he said.
I laughed. “ What are you going to do about it?”
He gripped my wrists. “You’re not going to do that again.”
His mouth found mine again in a frenzied rush to get his tongue back into me and I pushed back with mine, reveling in the taste of him.
“Natalie,” he murmured.
“Fuck me,” I said.
You are so fucking hot all of the time, it drives me nuts,” he said.
“Good,” I said as he pulled my top over my head. I had no underwear on and he licked and suckled at my breasts as if he’d never seen them before.
He turned me round and pulled my shorts down, pushing into me hard, each thrust pushing me onto the kitchen counter. I knew I would have a sore chest after this, the pressure of him thrusting versus the hardness of the counter top left me squeezed in between but I was not complaining.
“Holy shit Natalie,” he cried out, giving me one last push. The edge of the bench cut into me but I didn’t care. His kisses took the pain away, and his lips trailing down my neck made me forget about why we were arguing.