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I started writing romance as a by-product of insomnia. After a year of late night reading, I borrowed my son’s laptop and set about breathing life to my very own characters. A month later, I was surprised with a new laptop of my own to pursue my dreams.
With a B.A. in English Literature and a desire to fill my world with wonderful stories me and my close friends could not just talk about, but gush over, I shed my job as mom of three in the midnight hours and assumed my alter ego Dirty Girl.
What inspired you to write your book?
I had one of those days when everything that could go wrong did. My three children were sick with the flu, my car was at the mechanic's shop, money was tight, my dog was dying, my husband was out of town, etc. To put it mildly, I was overwhelmed. Around two in the morning, I found some time for myself.
After a good cry, I thought….It would be wonderful to have three hot guys to help me take care of the kids. That's where he idea for Ella Winthrop and her three sexy and very capable men was born.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“If I had any idea it was you, I wouldn’t have brought you to the lake. I would have taken you to an exclusive retreat in the desert for pampering—clothing optional.”
With her chin down, she peeked through her lashes to her hand hovering at his lips. Instead of the kiss she expected, he rested his lips on her palm and licked the smooth flesh.
“Cade,” she whispered. “What are you doing?” She crossed her legs to keep the cream heating up her sex from leaking onto the thin strip of panty. She needed her granny panties because of him. Gorgeous Cade Jackson made her body come alive.
“I’m going to do everything I can think of while I have you all to myself,” he whispered. He adjusted his hand under hers. “We’ve known each other for more than a year, and now that I know it has only been money holding you back…Ella, it’s not holding you back anymore.”
His tongue slid over her first knuckle and dipped into the crevice between her index and middle finger. Images of him dipping his tongue down the center folds of her pussy stirred butterflies in her belly.
“Please, don’t do this to me.”
“I have to.”
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