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About the author:
Portia Verde is the pen name of an already established indie author. She loves reading and writing, muscles cars, good tequila and Steve McQueen. Not necessarily in that order.
What inspired you to write your book?
My writes today are far darker than Fanning the Flame, but these shorts are still spicy, fun reading that can definitely spark your imagination.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Missy whimpered as Carl’s tongue slid into her mouth and his hips rubbed against hers. He was hard before they broke the kiss. Missy stared up at him, breathing fast. “I thought you wanted to recover, damnit.”
He shrugged and pulled her back against him. “Recovery complete.”
Missy gasped as he moved his hand to her breast and flicked one hard nipple through the thin cotton.. “Carl, a boat full of people isn’t really the place…..”
They both turned at the sound of a soft giggle. It was the ticket girl again, standing just to the right of the captain’s room, watching them.
“But it’s not so full, is it now?” Her accent wasn’t Cajun or particularly Louisianan. Missy was betting on Georgia, and she sure looked like a peach in the rosy sunset. A couple inches taller than Missy herself, and probably only an inch shy of Carl’s even 6 ft. She pulled out the ponytail and without it her tawny blonde hair glowed and fell over her shoulders in waves of shimmering gold dust. She didn’t have Missy’s generous tits or lush hips, but her long lean length was definitely appealing.
Missy felt her lower gut tighten and wondered if Carl was feeling the same way. She’d never told her new husband about certain adventures in her past……but now Missy was kinda wishing she had.
Just to see what Carl might think of….well, of what that naughty blonde had on her mind…if Missy was any judge. But even Carl couldn’t fail to miss the lust in those green eyes as the blonde slinked up to them and put her hand on Missy’s arm.
“What do you think, sugar? Seeings as how we got the boat to ourselves…..almost.” Her eyes shifted to Carl in an assessing way. “He can help us out, of course. I see he’s up to it.” She blew him a kiss as Carl shifted his hips, but manfully resisted the urge to adjust his obvious hard-on. He leaned over, but Missy never took her eyes off the blonde as she felt his lips against her ear.
“Babe, is she propositioning you…or both of us?” Missy smiled and cupped his rough cheek in her palm.
“Do you mind either way?” She felt Carl swallow and held her breath.