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Shady Grace lives in northwestern Ontario off the rocky shores of Lake Superior. She pens adventurous romance and erotica with rugged men and feisty women. When she’s not writing, you can find her chilling with the people she loves and enjoying the great outdoors.
Love and sex should be exciting and unforgettable. Writing about it is better than cheesecake.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Her body became aware the second the front door opened and closed. Charlotte held her breath as the dull thud of his boot heels counted down the seconds. Anxious fear made her throat cinch as she shifted her nervous gaze to the bedroom door.
He was there as if he might’ve been every night for twenty years, leaning casually against the doorframe, his lips curved with awareness. A man’s smile may arouse a flutter in a woman’s stomach, but this one was different. This held the look of pure primal demand.
Good lord he’s a big man.
With wide eyes, she gazed at his head nearly touching the top of the frame. He seemed bigger than before, more imposing. She twisted her hands in her lap, unsure what to say without sounding awkward and unladylike, or pathetic and childlike.
“What you said earlier . . . is it what you truly want?” His golden eyes seemed to spark more with each word.
Charlotte nodded, still at a loss for words.
“Have you been with a man before?” His deep, husky voice slithered over her as if his lips were against her skin.
“No. But I almost . . .” She cleared her throat when his lip curved up again.
“Almost isn’t going to graze the tip of what I’m about to do to you . . .”