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Not the most attentive of cooks, I burn toast…and hard-boiled eggs. Yes, it can be done. They make a cool and startling CRACK when the water evaporates and you’re in the other room writing a novel. I’ve been a full time author since 2013 and moved to Atlanta, Georgia in Dec. 2015 to write about love, redemption, and often both, deliciously entwined. It’s where my Cocker Brothers series got inspired. Enjoy!
What inspired you to write your book?
So many things…like I moved in with a male roommate in December. But this book is all fiction. Fun if it weren’t. 😉
Here is a short sample from the book:
The cocky fucker leans in just two short inches from my face, smelling better than a cinnamon roll straight out of the oven. And he’s still naked. “Drew, would you like me to show you how not gay I am?” My mouth goes as soft as my pussy is moist. I swallow against a very loud, YES. “No, Jake, I want you to show me around your apartment – that is what I want. I want you to treat me like a human being, and perhaps if you’re feelin’ kind, I’d like you to offer me some water like a good host ought to. Because I’m hot.” As his eyes sparkle, I quickly add, “It’s over ninety degrees out. Can you do that, Jake Cocker? Can you offer a thirsty woman a glass of water?” He hasn’t budged during my speech. He is still two inches from my face; buck-naked and so tasty he’d break a nun’s diet. “I want a male roommate.” “Why?” “So I can do what I’m doing now.” “Be a big fat jerk?” The corners of his mouth tug up. “Walk around naked if I want to.” “Any other reasons, besides being a nudist?” “And I’ll be bringing women home.” “God help them.” “And I wouldn’t want you to be offended.” “I’m sure I’ve seen fake boobs before.” “I meant by the sounds they’ll make.” “The pleading with you to lose their numbers?” He grins for a brief second, then says in the sexiest way, “No, Drew, the sounds of ecstasy they make as they scream my name.” Oh. My. Goodness. Warmth spreads out from my tummy as it clenches. But I don’t miss a beat. “Will you be doing this on weeknights, too, because I will need to get some sleep. On the weekend, however, I really don’t care how loud they are or who you fuck, because I will be going out on dates of my own, thank you very much.” His eyebrows twitch and the smile returns. He finally grants me serenity by wrapping the damp towel around his stunning body. He heads in, tucking it in place as he casually calls over his shoulder, “Can I get you some water?” Holy hell. Look at his back.