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About the author:
T.R. Horne is a freelance relationship columnist, entrepreneur and author. She graduated with a Bachelor’s in Communication Studies and Master’s in Education. Normally, she calls Atlanta, Georgia home and hopes to finish her doctorate degree in the next few years. She fancies murder mysteries, thrillers, romantic suspense and erotica stories but usually gets hooked on bad reality television. T.R. Horne lives near Yokohama, Japan with her husband, son and dog.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to relive some stories and memories, some true and some purely fictional (I’ll let you wonder which story). This book was a compilation of many writings over about 5 years. I tried to update them to clean them up but I wanted to keep them as organic as how I felt when I wrote them. So each story seems very different because I was at different points in my life. Some poetic in nature, others are shorter, others longer, some more developed, others straight-no-chaser. So I hope it keeps the reader on their toes the entire time and helps them follow my other novel, Breaking Mobius.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Blind Date
His breath quickened as he slid the silk blindfold slowly across his eyes. His lids felt the coolness of the fabric, his body flinched in anticipation. Soft melodious beats floated from a music box nearby on a raggedy wooden table that as the hotel manager, he was supposed to throw away months ago but hadn’t gotten around to it. He waited in silence for a single sound or a sensual touch but the song was his only alibi. His mind reached far into his imagination and conjured wicked stories of what could happen to a blindfolded man in the middle of a hotel room, waiting for his blind date. Well, not necessarily a date but an escort he’d hired after he’d been too emotionally drained to hear another ‘no’ to his advances in the local pub. There were some women that were prone to say yes for the right price and circumstance.
He felt the warmth on his neck first, like a hot towel soothing his aching muscles except her lips pulled at his skin, sucking with intensity. Her tongue swirled in passionate waves as his breath caught in his throat, startled yet aching for her lips to continue. He moaned outwardly as the tingle crawled down his neck and tightened on his nipples as she nibbled the tender brown dots, tugging viciously at its peak.
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