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About the author:
Silver Vixen loves to write books that empower women and encourage men to rebel against patriarchy. Many of the taboo tales originate from her scandalous private memoirs, delivering reality and passion with a pop! As an Intimacy Coach, she advocates extreme self-love and positive sexuality while introducing liberation through the world of BDSM. Consequently, fantasies, fetishes, and shenanigans flavourfully interlace in her stories to entertain and challenge the status quo.
What inspired you to write your book?
Life, what else?
Here is a short sample from the book:
The Eastern European beauty turned heads and melted hearts wherever she went, but it didn’t spare her from a long line of cheating boyfriends. Sveta, at twenty-two, was fed up with dating and didn’t want to hear a single word about it. On one of the girls’ nights, she and her friends attended a live jazz event at the local winery. Dodging greedy admirers and paying no attention to cheesy advances, she spotted him. It might have been his melancholic brooding while his friends animatedly enjoyed the show.
As the night progressed, the music grew livelier, and so did the level of intoxication. Sveta was a designated driver, and after one glass of wine, she resorted to Shirley Temples. The bar line seemed almost impenetrable, barricaded by rowdy patrons, yet it wasn’t hard for her to get in. The problem was getting out. Dutifully waiting for the bartender to return with two wine bottles, she received plenty of unwanted attention, including obnoxious grabbing and groping. The man who wiggled next to her asked for her number and grew angry when she politely declined, leaving with her purchase. He grabbed her by the hand, almost making her drop the bottles. It was dark and busy, and you wouldn’t have noticed the confrontation from the other side of the room.
A stern voice from behind addressed the drunk. “Allan, leave the girl alone!”
“Okay, okay . . . I was just trying to make a new friend.”
“That’s not how it’s done!” Christopher’s voice thundered, making his friend step away, releasing Svetas’ hand.
“I’m sorry . . . he turns into a complete idiot after a few drinks.”
“Yeah, I know the feeling.” She smiled, looking over at her girlfriends. The place was darkly lit, enhancing the ambiance of music and mood, yet she could tell he was a man of distinction and much older than her. In a flash, their eyes met like the sea with the longing shore. Something in his eyes spoke of secrets, and his half-smile betrayed melancholy.
There was something about this man that drew Sveta in. Stoic, he cut a daunting form in the stark lighting of the club’s enigmatic atmosphere. Tall, handsome, and reserved, he was swathed in a mystery that Sveta found herself captivated by. He wasn’t rushed or ineloquent like the younger bucks that usually approached her.
After delivering the intoxicating provisions, she managed to slip away from her girlfriends and return to Chris. They chatted into the night, their voices almost lost to the steady thrumming music of the lounge. However, the blonde beauty found her attention soaked up by Christopher’s calm and confident demeanor. The way he spoke and retorted wittily to her questions made her smile genuinely for the first time that night.
“So . . . you must be used to getting all of this attention. There hasn’t been a pair of eyes straying from you since you walked into this place . . .” Chris leaned on his elbow, perched against the bar top. His gray eyes watched the dark liquor swirl in his crystalline glass before he brought it to his lips and drank.
Sveta watched his masculine Adam’s apple bob as he took the smooth drink. “Hah—it’s like being a hunted celeb . . . except without the money,” she said, a playful smile quirking her lips.
All eyes had been glued to her except for Christopher’s. He was respectful and spoke to her like he was honestly curious about who she was. Not once did she feel his gorgeous gray eyes lingering on her in a disrespectful way—and that intrigued her even more.
Christopher chuckled from the rim of his glass. “Hahaha. Celebrity, huh? Should I ask for your autograph, then?”
Amused by his words, Sveta jumped at the presented opportunity. “Autograph and more, handsome. How about my number? I could always use a diligent bodyguard.” She winked in his direction.
Christopher caught the flirtatious tone and gesture. He simply smiled at her with a debonair look in his eyes as he retrieved his phone, unlocked it, and presented it to her. “By all means, it would be an honor to be your knight in shining armor. Just whistle and I’ll come running.”
“Running? Sure, let’s keep that waist nice and tight, but I’d prefer a sporty convertible to a white steed, however.” Sveta countered, shrugging her shoulder and tucking a long silky length of honeyed strands behind her ear as she took his phone and dialed her own number.
“Oh—I think you’ll be pleased . . .”
Sveta wasn’t exactly sure what he meant by that. Though she could only surmise that Chris was confident in his ability to keep her interested and engaged—and she was right…