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About the author:
K.L.Rymer loves to write about troubled men with dark, tragic pasts and the sweet women who bring meaning back to their lives.
With a degree in Zoology and Animal Behaviour, she can't help but be fascinated with the more visceral, beast-like aspects of human nature, which is why she often loves to read and write about demons, monsters, vampires, fae and shifters.
When she's not writing, K.L.Rymer is busy reading, plotting her next story, or binge-watching her favourite anime or Disney movie.
What inspired you to write your book?
I've always been a fan of the saying "opposites attract", but the inspiration for this series comes from a myriad of things, whether that be an anime I was watching at the time, a book I was reading, a TV show, or a movie. The main inspiration here comes from a favourite ship in anime I like, and the show Gossip Girl and the movie Cruel Intentions. I'd say even a general love of the star-crossed romance trope comes into play here.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I steal a peek at Eli.
Rain drips down his face, sending trickles across his cheeks. Moist strands fall over his eyes, looking as if he’d just stepped out of the shower, and my knees weaken.
Why does he have to be so sexy?
He meets my eyes, and we gaze at each other for a while. I most likely look like a drowned rat in comparison, yet I still detect that desire. Or it could be the reflection of the setting sun burning in his eyes.
“You’re all wet,” he remarks, his voice soft and quiet.
“S-so are you…” I whisper, struggling to breathe.
When did it get so hot?
His eyes smoulder me now, and I definitely see that red flash, and I stare, transfixed.
What in the…?
Before I have time to think, he yanks me up, pressing me hard against the glass.
A high-pitched yelp escapes my throat, but then he crushes his lips to mine, and my entire body freezes.
Yet my heart still flaps like the wings of a bird, and slowly I melt into his kiss.
I guess I shouldn’t be too surprised by the sudden burst of passion. He is a womanising playboy after all. But he’s my playboy, and I’d gladly scratch the eyes out of any woman who tries to take him from me.
My eyes close, and now my fingers curl through his wet hair, gripping tight hold of those smooth, black strands. He tastes so good, like an array of exotic spice, and I don’t even like spicy food.
It’s tantalising, and my mouth slavers, wanting to taste more of him. He seems to read my mind and slips his tongue into my mouth.
An electrical jolt runs up my spine, and I arch my back, wanting him to fill every part of me. I feel that pull like the north and south ends of a magnetic force, and I can’t let go, even if I wanted to.
It’s like we’re stuck to each other.
And I don’t want it to end.
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