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About the author:
I enjoy spending my days with my husband, the love of my life. He is my inspiration, and my dream come true. We are the parents of two very clingy cats that constantly compete for our attention. I am an avid reader, artist and daydreamer. I am very excited about my newest venture into erotic romance. Please, look for more steamy romance to come in the near future.
What inspired you to write your book?
This book is a long awaited sequel to Dagon. From a very young age I always wondered what if. What if there was more to the world around us than we will ever see or know? What if fantastic impossible things happened every day? What if massively sexy dominant, super human men roam among us? What would they live for? What would make them happy?What could they do to the female body? I can not tell you how exciting it is to flip their world upside down and introduce them to women they can’t live without.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The air around her hints of a familiar scent. Allowing the musk to envelop her, she imagines the tall, fierce warrior who took her from the hospital room. Willing her body to relax, she wonders what could have happened if she had not have escaped the tattooed man.
“Would you have hurt me?” she whispers into the dark room.
Rolling on to her back, she imagines her sexy warrior’s body naked and displayed for her perusal. Breathing slowly, she wonders what it would feel like stretched beneath his bulky frame as he crawls over top her.
Soft cushions cocoon her comfortably in the safe bed, and her mind wanders once again. Fantasizing about the mysterious warrior, an obsession she has dedicated much time to over the last month, she slides her hand down her stomach, lingering just above her panties.
Imagining him touching her nipples and kissing her neck, she turns her head, pretending to invite him to take his fill. Her hand slips easily between the silky cool material and the smooth skin of her mound. Dipping her fingers between her folds, she abrades her sensitive bud while imagining it’s the mysterious stranger touching her body.
Moaning loudly, she moves her hips, starting a satisfying rhythm with her fingers as she is overcome with the memory of his scent. The need she has felt for him the entire month dominates her thoughts while she pretends his hands press between her legs.
Domitius can hardly restrain himself at the sight of his mate touching herself on the small bed. He wonders if she was talking to him when she asked if he would have hurt her. Deciding she must know he is with her by the way she readies herself for him, he slowly removes his clothing, shrugging out of his leather jacket, unsnapping his denim, and ripping his shirt over his head.
Not wanting to repeat the same mistake twice, he makes certain to speak to his mate this time before she assumes the worst and tries to escape him again.
Arms folded across his chest, the warrior stands stark naked at the foot of the bed watching the undulations of his mate’s hips. Revealing himself fully to her, he whispers, “No, my love. I would not have hurt you.”