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And chocolate doesn’t hurt, either…
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to write romances that push the tropes of the genre by including some messiness and real-world issues.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He’s doing something with the coffee machine, and I lean back against the counter, trying not to stare at him. When he turns, he’s just a bit too close, and then his mouth is on mine, soft yet demanding, and his hands slide up to my shoulders. It’s a quick kiss, almost chaste, but the heat sears my lips.
“I really hope you wanted me to do that.” He drops his hands to his sides, his tone pensive.
I bite my lip, still feeling his mouth. “I didn’t stop you.” My insides are turning to jelly, but all I want is to feel him against me again. So I do something I never do.
I make the next move. He’s taller than me by several inches, so I draw his face down to mine, lips teasing over his as I ease us into the next kiss. His mouth is hungry, but his touch soft as his hands slide over my back, pulling me against him. I lean in, en- joying the sculpted length of him against my body and the light scent of his aftershave. When my tongue teases the edge of his mouth, he answers in kind, deepening the kiss, his arms tighten- ing around me.
“Wow,” I say when we come up for air. “That was…”
“Unexpected?” His eyes crinkle at the corners, his expression hopeful.
We forget about the coffee, getting lost in the excitement of skin and heat. When his hand slides beneath my sweater, mois- ture pools between my legs. I haven’t felt this turned on in a long time, and for once, my usual caution seems to have evaporated. He lifts me, setting me on his counter as he continues his explo- ration of my skin. I wrap my legs around his waist, enjoying the feel of his hardness against me. His fingers release my bra, and when his palm skims my breast, I suck in a breath, letting his mouth drop to my neck as I revel in the sensation.
“I want to undress you,” he whispers in my ear, sending a delicious chill down to my core. “It would be a lot easier in my bedroom.”