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About the author:
Awakening is her first book.
What inspired you to write your book?
My love for romance.
Here is a short sample from the book:
His eyes bore into mine in the semi darkness of the car. I wait for him to say something. He doesn’t, instead he turns away from me and starts to drive.
Soon we are at my place. I don’t know what he is going to do, and I am reluctant to leave the car. I look up at him, unsure and hopeful. He ignores me, and steps out of the car, the next moment he is opening the door at my side and helping me out.
He follows me upstairs. As I climb the stairs, I keep stealing glances at him. My heart is in my mouth, but I know what I want. I want him.
My apartment is thankfully clean. I feel a wave of gratitude towards Aunt Josephine for teaching me to clean up after myself. In the living room, I am suddenly seized with panic and self-doubt, what if my inexperience is too glaring, what if I disappoint him.
As soon as the door closes behind us, he pulls me towards him. He pushes my hair away from my face and starts to kiss me all over my face. He drops light feathery kisses on my eyes, my nose, my chin, his lips move to my ear, and he sucks on my earlobe. I moan helplessly. It feels so good.
He licks under my ear, making me shudder, then he lifts his head and kisses me on the lips, thrusting his tongue into my mouth.
This kiss is sensual. His tongue explores my mouth, stroking and tasting me, building heat in the deepest recesses of my body.
He pulls down the zipper of my dress, then his hands are underneath it, skimming over my thighs, and moving upwards. He pulls the dress over my head and tosses it on the floor. Grabbing hold of my thighs, he lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist. His erection presses against me through my wet panties, and I press closer, wanting more.
He cups both my breasts in his hands, squeezing gently through my bra, before rubbing my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, I sigh.
“Do you like that?” His voice is low.
His hands move, with one deft movement he unhooks my bra and pulls it off my shoulders. Under his gaze, my aching nipples pucker up immediately, extending towards his mouth. I tremble with pleasure at the look of frank admiration in his eyes.
He bends forward and takes a nipple in his mouth, sucking on it and licking it at the same time. I whimper, straining against the wall, and pressing my body harder against his bulging erection. He grips me, holding me still with his hands on both sides of my ribs, and continues to treat my nipple. His tongue swirls around it, he bites it gently, then sucks it. When I’m about to go mad, he moves to the other breast. I lose all my senses to the sweet, sweet fire building between my legs. I rub frantically against him. I need him to touch me there.
He stops suddenly, and with a finger under my chin, he lifts my face until I am looking up at him. His voice is hoarse. “I am going to make love to you now.” He says, “So if you want me to stop, tell me.”
I shake my head frantically, if he stops at this point, I’ll probably die.