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About the author:
My vivid imagination is one of best friends and worst enemies. It’s entertaining and often gets me into trouble. I love to travel and have adventures. I’m also really happy staying home with a good book. I reinvent my self every ten years or so, my current incarnation is erotic novelist.
What inspired you to write your book?
Fantasy Forfeit began as a vivid (and kinky dream). I couldn’t get it out of my head, so I wrote it down. Then I kept on writing and it turned into a book.
Here is a short sample from the book:
It is a beautiful spring morning. A perfect morning for a run or, in this case, a hunt. The air is cool and soft with a hint of a bite as the sun breaks the horizon to reveal a cloudless sky. There is the unmistakable tang of the sea in the air. Somewhere a woodpecker is finding breakfast. A bird calls in the distance. Adrenaline begins to surge as I trot lightly in place. I am in the front, the others loosely gathered around and behind me. A few are stretching or also trotting in place. Most simply wait. The bell chimes and we’re off. Twenty of us race through the chutes into the clearing and dash for the woods. The hunt is on.
Wearing protective goggles, my running shoes and nothing else, I tear into the woods. A stride ahead of me, Lilac veers to the right as we reach the tree line. I can hear the others following behind. From the corner of my eye I catch movement on my left, but I don’t turn. It’s every woman for herself.
I keep straight, heading to the shore a mile away. The trees are thinner by the shore and I’m less likely to be scratched or bruised running around in nothing but my birthday suit. There is no benefit or penalty for early capture, so I run hard. These are my last minutes of freedom for four days.
Somewhere in these woods are twenty, rich as sin, middle-aged guys who like to tie up women. These guys have paid a lot money for their BDSM adventure. They all get to win. Sooner or later one of these unknown and, so far, unseen men will mark me with his paint gun. I’ll be his for four days. Literally, his captive sex slave on this dark fantasy island.
I have completely lost my mind.