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About the author:
Originally from Queens, New York, E. D. Brady is a wife and mother of three (one adopted canine child), living in a small town outside Raleigh. Since childhood, she dreamt of writing stories and spent countless hours entertaining her friends by making up romantic tales for them. Giving up the business world has allowed her the time to finally put pen to paper.
What inspired you to write your book?
I have written mostly fantast romance in the past and wanted to try my hand at contemporary. The idea of a older man being driven mad with desire for a younger, innocent girl intrigued me. Apart from that, the characters practically wrote themselves.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Before he could stop himself, he leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Her lips were every bit as soft and lovely as he had imagined. He put his hand on her neck and deepened the kiss, taking her bottom lip between both of his. Yes…just as sensual as his imagination had conjured up.
Part of him kicked up a fuss, the more rational side pleaded with him to stop this before it got out of hand, before things crossed a threshold and couldn’t be undone.
And then, she moaned softly against his mouth, and he could no longer control himself.
He took her lips fully, pushing his tongue inside, lapping at her mouth, owning it. He fanned the fingers of both hands through her long, luscious hair and pulled her head closer, his mouth invading her roughly. He pulled away and let his tongue travel the length of her neck, nipping at the skin, reveling in the sounds of her soft moans, allowing them to coax him on. He pulled the neck of her t-shirt aside and licked her shoulder, grazing it with his teeth. She threw her head back and moaned louder.
He had lost every ounce of control.
His mouth was kissing and licking any piece of skin it came into contact with. Needing more of an area for his mouth to explore, he put both hands on the rim of her t-shirt and pulled it over her head. He flung it forcefully to the floor.
There, in front of him, were the most beautiful breasts he’d ever seen, framed seductively by her loose mane. Two perfect pink nipples peeked out from a veil of dark-brown hair. He stared at them, drinking them in with his eyes, savoring the sight, feeling his mouth water. He reached both hands toward them and ran both forefingers over the taunt little buds.
Shannon gasped. The sound hit his groin at full speed, causing an unbearable pain.
“How does that feel, Shannon?” he asked in a throaty voice.
“Good…good,” she moaned.
He took both nipples between his thumbs and forefingers and began kneading them, pinching and twisting. Shannon let out a little scream that just egged him on further.
“Has anyone ever touched you this way before?” he questioned.
“No,” she cried, thrusting her breasts forward to meet his touch.