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About the author:
Hi, I'm a romance writer who loves to create worlds where people find love and find freedom. My stories are about people who are brought together by fate, destiny, or luck—but most often by their own stubbornness and refusal to give up on each other.
What inspired you to write your book?
In 2019, I broke up with my CEO boss and it cost me more than my job, hence the original dark version of this story. But that was then, and this is now. And I wanted to give the characters the happily ever after they deserved and rewrote and republished in June 2022.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Bumping against the pine cupboards—I’m cornered.
Ben and I have hugged before, but not with intimate intent as iron girders clamp around my shoulders. He tugs the band free in my hair, and his nose runs down my cheek to nuzzle in the loose strands. Even with my hands pushing against his trembling chest, it’s impossible to repel the human wall whose heart is racing beneath my palm.
I stutter, “Just so we’re clear. We’re not having sex.”
“Can I kiss you?”
“Just one kiss?”
When his knee pushes between my thighs, I know he has no intention of stopping at one kiss. His face tips down into mine and I flick my head to avoid his lips. “You’re acting crazy.”
His shuddery breaths, hot against my ear, send butterflies quivering in my chest as he whispers, “You love crazy.”
His palm finds my rigid dick, and I heave his hulking frame backwards to give me space to breathe.
Watching him pace like a caged lion, I take a moment to process the fact my physical responses to him aren’t accidental. When our eyes meet, he faces me.
“Why?” He blocks my attempt to edge to the door. “Why not?”
My reply comes out with more of a shriek. “Because I’ve never kissed a man.”
If he’s having a sexuality crisis, he needs to figure it out with a man who’s not dating his sister instead of messing and confusing my feelings.
Standing in front of me, he reaches to tuck a lock of hair behind my ear. “Me neither.” He places my palm on his chest. “I’m nervous too.”
Between his flushed cheeks and his heart drumming in time to mine, I don’t evade his palms, cupping my face.
“Just one kiss?”
I swallow thickly. “If I agree. It’s only once. Then you leave?”
I’m expecting his mouth to plunge against mine, so I’m confused when he grips my wrist and I stumble after him into the hallway. When his gaze rises to the top of the stairs, my stomach threatens to empty on the hall rug, but he pulls me into the living room.
Ben’s forceful shove knocks me off balance, and my back sinks onto the sofa cushions. When he tosses his jacket on the coffee table, I quickly clarify. “One kiss, Ben.”
Nodding, he brushes my hand aside. Christ, my ribs creak at his weight. Being weighed down by two hundred pounds of muscle sends an unexpected, erotic fear surging through my core. I’ve never given serious thought to being with a man, but in the back of my mind, I assumed I’d be the one giving, not receiving.
Ben’s knee nudging my thighs apart, triggers Peter’s warning, “He’ll be a dominant top,” and anxiety sends my insides spinning. Maybe I should have been more specific that my definition of a kiss meant a brief touch of lips then him walking out the front door.
Oh, god, I’m not nearly drunk enough for this shit. “Enough. Get off me, Ben.”
“Relax. It’s just a kiss.”
This is already more than a kiss. I squeeze my eyes shut. “Okay. Do it. Then go.”
My pounding heart echoes in my ears while he clumsily smoothes stray hairs from my face. What’s he waiting for? The nearness of his warm breath tingles across my lips, but with no physical contact, my lids slowly open. Unsure blue eyes blink in front of mine. With pink highlighting his cheeks, I realise he wasn’t lying. This truly is his first experience.
His shyness sends a boost of adrenalin surging, and grasping his neck, I rise and bluntly press my mouth against his. Then break away, reassuring him, “It’s okay if you’re scared.”
A grin spreads across his face. “I’m not afraid, Gregory.”
The thud on my shoulder forces my head onto the sofa. “Wait. We’ve kissed. You can leave.”
“That wasn’t a kiss.”