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About the author:
Clarissa Wild is an avid reader and writer of sexy stories about hot men and feisty women. Her other loves include her furry cat friend and learning about different cultures. In her free time she enjoys watching all sorts of movies, reading tons of books and cooking her favorite meals.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love to write about a romantic, secretive love and about strong people who have to fight for it. Everyone should be able to enjoy sensual, hot stories that are from this time and for every type of person.
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Sample from Book:
Sleeping in the same bed as Finn Wood felt like heaven and it was the first night in years that I actually dreamed of being loved. It was a hot dream, one I would remember for a long time, and made me horny the moment I woke up.
The smell of fried bacon and eggs drifted through the air and entered my nose when I yawned, quelling my libido. My stomach growled. Saliva built up on my tongue and I threw the blanket off me and sprung out of the creaking bed.
I combed my hair with my fingers and looked in the mirror. I was a giant mess; mascara smeared all over my face, my hair pointed upward like a crooked broom and my eyes were swollen from sleeping with make-up.
My eyes widened and I jolted to my suitcase to fetch a brush, a cloth with some cleaning lotion and a special serum for thick eyes. I smeared the cream all over my eyes after I cleaned it with a cloth and then ran the brush through my hair as quick as I could, because I heard Finn’s footsteps coming closer.
“Good morning, sunshine,” he said, walking into the room with a frying pan in his hand. “Or should I say good morning, your Grace?” He chuckled.
I laughed, kissing him on the cheek. “Smells delicious.”
“That’s because it is. Thought I’d surprise you.” He scurried back to the kitchen, dressed in only boxers, his manly hood bulging through the fabric. I swallowed, looking at his tight butt, the cut muscles of his legs and his shoulder blades sticking out of the muscular mass. He’s even more handsome than yesterday.
“It’s almost ready,” Finn said and pointed at the couch. “Sit down. I don’t have a table yet, sorry. Just moved here, so it’ll have to do.”
“It’s fine, I can eat with a plate on my lap,” I said and sat down on the stained sofa. I looked around at his apartment, which was kind of dirty and messy and wasn’t decorated. Shoes, building material and clothes were lying around all over the place and there was one big, old television across the sofa.
Finn placed toast on two plates, put the bacon on top and plopped some eggs to the side. It wasn’t the most scrumptious looking meal, at least, not what I was used to back at my house where the chefs cooked four star meals for me and my father, but he made it and that was all that mattered. Finn tried his best to please me and that was kind of funny, considering he was trying to get rid of me yesterday. Now he was practically wooing me.
He sat down next to me and gave me the other plate. “Here ya go. Hope you enjoy. Tried my best.”
“Thanks,” I said and looked at the plate in front of me. My stomach churned and squeezed together, causing me to feel nauseous. I recognized the feeling. I always had this when I felt insecure about what I ate. My food was the only thing I could control in my life, with my father deciding everything I was and did, so I was kind of addicted to the feeling of knowing exactly what I ate. I also decided I wanted to lose some weight ever since I started working at a prestige fashion store where only skinny bitches could wear the most awesome outfits. I wanted to be one of them.
“Eat,” Finn said.
I gulped down a piece of toast with a bit of trouble and nibbled on a piece of bacon.
Having Finn cook for me, made it impossible to measure my intakes and it made me feel uncomfortable. Especially now that his eyes were on me, watching me like I was some kind of weirdo.
“What?” I said, taking a tiny bite of eggs.
“Any reason why you’re taking bites the size of peanuts?”
I flushed. “I don’t know … I just … don’t like eating too much.”
“Why not? Don’t you like it? I have something else for ya if you want. Cereal or something.”
“No, no, this is fine. It’s good.”
“Well come on then, eat some more.” Finn reached for my toast and took it, then pushed it into my mouth. He laughed. With that flat bread pressed between my lips I must’ve looked like a duck.
I took another bite and placed it back down, then watched him eat. Finn just gobbled everything up like a bulldozer, shoving it into his mouth, chewing a couple of times, before swallowing a whole mouth full of food.
I placed the plate in my hands on the table behind the couch, hoping he wouldn’t notice. I wasn’t hungry anymore. Nerves took a hold on my insides.
“Why aren’t you eating?” he asked.
I almost jolted up and down. “Oh, um … I’m just not that hungry.”
The growl in my stomach grew louder and Finn’s eyes drifted down to my belly.
“I heard that loud and clear, you know,” he said.
I sighed, folded my arms close to my chest and looked away.
He set his plate down on the table and gently took my chin between his fingers. “Grace …” Finn turned my face toward him. Now I was forced to look into his compassionate eyes and it was hard to withhold the tears.
“Tell me what’s bothering you,” he said. “Why don’t you eat?”
“I … I just can’t. Every bite makes me think I get fat.”
“What?” Finn stared at me, his eyes big.
“It’s the only thing that’s mine to control, Finn. Only what I eat. I want to look thin. Otherwise I can’t fit into nice clothes anymore.”
“Grace.” Finn gripped my arms. “Are you nuts? Why do you want to lose more weight? You’re already skinny to the bone.”
“Because … I don’t know … It just crept into my mind, somewhere along the line.”
Finn pulled me closer and embraced me, my head lying on his buffed chest. “You’re fine just the way you are, Grace.”
We sat across from each other on the couch, just hugging, and I whimpered softly.
“But you think I’m pretty?” I asked in between sobs.
He nudged me forward and I looked up into his emerald eyes. “Of course, but you need to stop thinking about it and just enjoy some food, alright? We’ll work on getting you to love eating again,” he said, and he brushed away a strand of blonde hair from my face.
I wiped away a tear and he smiled at me. “As a matter of fact, I think you’re beautiful.”
Finn leaned in for a kiss. His rugged lips massaged mine with respect, as if he was afraid to break me. I felt stronger with every brush, the titillating kisses gave me energy I’d never felt before, not even with the lovers I’d previously had. Finn was different. He actually cared for me instead of just my money.
My fingers trailed up along his pectorals and entwined behind his broad neck. I twirled my finger around in the bristles of his dark brown hair. His kisses became rougher and more powerful, while his calloused fingers drifted across my spine. Caressing down toward my ass, he squeezed the flaps. I laughed in his mouth, but he took the opportunity to push his tongue inside and circled around mine.
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