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About the author:
but alas…apparently that exists only in johanna lindsey’s genius mind. so until then, i enjoy my incredibly warped sense of humor. i read tons of erotica and romantic, drippy goo that makes my heart go pitter patter. then i thought, hey. what, i said to myself. (softly, of course, so no one finds out i am 2 nuts short of a fruitcake) maybe you should write this stuff too. maybe someone will like it and maybe buy it. so i said, huh, you think? then i said, well…yeah, i wouldn’t have suggested it…(inserts sarcastic tone) and then i was like lose the attitude, ok? then i was all, would you just shut up and write, already? sheesh! and i did. 🙂
What inspired you to write your book?
A poem that I wrote at the time. Also, when I was looking for something to read I found myself increasingly dissatisfied with my choices. So I kind of bet myself and a friend that I could write something just as good as anything else out there. I’ve always wanted to write but the desire to do so publicly wasn’t something that I was something that I was really prompted to do until a few years ago.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Danny raised his eyes to look at Ty’s then slowly glanced down and met Lena’s. She watched intently as he took in everything. How close Ty was behind her, where his hand were on her waist, how he sat, how she allowed herself to be practically on his lap. He swallowed hard as Ty undid Lena’s hair from the loose knot it was in and watched it fall, a jumble of wild curls around her shoulders.
As Ty began massaging her scalp and allowed his hands to graze the delicate curve of her neck Lena contemplated why any of this was turning her on. This was Ty of all people. He touched her all the time.
But tonight felt different somehow.
Like you never thought about him that way.
Lena’s inner voice was smug, triumphant.
She told her to shut the fuck up. Without warning her whole body was enveloped with heat as she involuntarily pressed her thighs together. She then felt a familiar wetness pool between her legs.
Lena was torn between wanting to throttle Ty and being completely ready to come apart. The air was suddenly so thick and sexually strained you could cut it with a knife.
“I wasn’t aware you were singing now, L.” Danny sounded slightly hoarse, barely above a whisper as he spoke, but she heard him anyway.
“I’m n-not. Not really. Just working on some stuff in my spare time.” She stammered a little and bit back an oath as Ty’s fingers applied more pressure to a tight spot in her neck.
“So do you?” Danny’s gaze lowered to her thighs, still tightly closed. The slit in her already illegally short skirt exposed creamy, satiny, honey kissed skin, covered with the barest sheen of sweat.
“Do I what?” Lena slapped Ty’s hand away, as she tried to concentrate on Danny’s question. He ignored her and deliberately trailed his fingers down her back.
Fuck. His fingers were magical little beings of light.
“Y-Y-Yes. Fuck Ty. Right there.” Lena’s voice lowered and became husky as she emitted a small moan.
“Yes, what?” Ty bent down to whisper in her ear again, only this time he took her lobe into his mouth and sucked slightly.
She gasped as she felt pure sensation hit her and felt her nipples begin to harden.
“Yes, I like big microphones, damn you.”
Danny leaned forward as if this were the most important question he was ever going to ask. His breathing became a little harsher as he continued to watch Ty touch her.
Touch her the way he had always wanted to. The way he wanted to, right now.
He resisted the urge. “Why?”
“Wh-Why what?” Jesus, stop stammering. Lena’s thoughts were broadcasting wildly around in her head.
“Why do you like large…microphones?” Danny was playing the game too, whether he wanted to or not.
“Because what, L?” Danny’s voice sounded uneven and strained.
“Because they felt better between my- I mean against my lips. When I used to perform.”
Danny inhaled and visualized the mental image of Lena on her knees in front of him sucking him off. Right there in the club, where everyone could see.
Ty’s arrogant, self-satisfied smirk practically mouthed the word, checkmate. He knew exactly what Danny was thinking. Danny could tell.
Ty probably assumed he hated him at that moment too. He’d be right. But Danny also knew he was helpless to look away.
He had played right into Ty’s hands.
But Lena was in complete control of this fantasy, however, and Ty knew that as well. None of this would have happened unless she agreed to it. Frankly he never expected her to go this far, to let him touch her this way, even more so knowing they were in public and on full on display…well…somewhat. He also knew she had pretty much figured out what he was doing, and surprised him by going along with it. Why, he would never know.
Ty had never been so glad to be wrong. Especially when it resulted in so many other rewards.
He was pretty sure no one past him and Danny knew they were doing, but if they did, he realized he didn’t care and didn’t think Lena gave a damn either. She could stop this anytime she wanted and she knew it would be over. Neither of them would push her past anything she wasn’t comfortable with.
“Would you like to know a secret?” Danny lifted his glass and swirled the last piece of ice around before allowing it to slide across his lips briefly.
Ty frowned. This was his game.
Danny wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this.
“What?” Lena sounded curiously stimulated.
Danny leaned forward and whispered so softly she had to strain to hear.
“I like them big too.”
Lena bit down on the fleshy part of her lip as her mouth parted open in shock and…arousal.
She felt Ty’s breath intake behind her and she could feel his surprise. But surprise at what? That he said it, or that he said it to her?
Did he mean what she thought he meant?
She let the visual of Danny with his beautiful, sensuous, firm lips around a veined, massive cock permeate her mind, feeling her mouth go dry as she felt heat shoot straight from the top of her head to her toes.
So wrong on so many levels, but Lena didn’t care. She knew she should have never gone along with any of this but it was too late to stop now. She tried not to spend time worrying about what she should do anyway. This was what she wanted to do. She made a pact with herself a long time ago to only answer to Lena, and to always please herself first. No one else mattered.
And damned if she wasn’t going to indulge.
Tonight…just for tonight, she would play Ty’s game. No rules…no boundaries. Just pleasure. The fact that Ty was the one giving it to her was something she would obsess about later. And probably tell herself a million times over just how stupid she was for giving in.
She wasn’t as obtuse as he thought she was either. She was more than aware of the sweltering chemistry, blazing between them for years. He had a magnetism hard to resist, even for her. She knew, if given half an opportunity, he’d fuck her senseless, and she would like it.
Senseless fucking, was reserved for groupies and whores who had nothing to lose because they had lost their pride long ago. Which was precisely the reason she never gave in. Until now, of course. Hypocrite.
It would be much too easy to fall into that pattern with him and she wasn’t looking to fuck up what they had over something physical, no matter how tempting. She knew she would be wise to remember that
All that, however, was before this moment. This time. This night.
Now everything was different.
And what the fuck was going on between him and Danny? Danny looked like he wanted to run his car over Ty backwards and forward, and Ty looked like he wanted to get a rise out of Danny and make him do just that. Meanwhile she was on edge, like a taut bow string needing plucked.
And yet, here they all were.
In the back of her mind, she noted Elizabeth and Remy had disappeared, and had been gone for quite a while. She knew that bitch was fucking him, she just knew it. God. What a cunt.
As for Remy, he was pretty much piece of shit material. She could never understand why they hired him in the first place. He was lecherous, leering, uncouth, uneducated, unattractive…un a bunch of things.
Ty’s mouth slid down her neck and she was jolted back to reality. As she pressed further back into him, the currently stiffening hardness of his obviously impressive cock jutted against her backside. She arched back and became lost in his touch as he lightly bit down on her shoulder, thinking of a hundred different things she wanted him to do to her.
Even more that she wanted to do to him. It was all in her head, wasn’t it? Her fantasy. So why couldn’t she enjoy? She could be anything she wanted. She was the star of the show. She loved the attention, loved the adulation. She wanted the pleasure.
She grabbed Ty’s glass Dion had refilled and drank from it, using her tongue to lick across exact area she had seen him drink from. Danny gaze was hooded as he watched her drag her tongue over the top once more before taking another drink. When her tongue flicked out to lick her lips, his hands dug into his thigh and she watched his knuckles become stretched and tight .
“I haven’t thought about performing in a long time.” She said, to no one in particular. “I used to enjoy it.”
“Oh yeah?” Ty’s hands were caressing either side of her legs, his hands inching further and further up her thighs. Her skirt started to ride up a little, exposing more of her damp, sweat-slickened, toffee-colored skin. Danny’s throat went dry as he continued to look, unable to tear his eyes away. She moved over Ty’s lap ever so slightly and Ty’s guttural, low groan vibrated against her skin.
She was the hottest thing Danny had ever seen.
“What did you like most?” Ty’s voice was raspy, heated. He couldn’t believe he was still coherent at this point, let alone form complete sentences. All he could think of was burying his face between her thighs and savoring and tasting the sweet nectar of her pussy. He wanted to lap up every bit of scorching wetness he was feeling through the fabric of his pants and wasn’t too sure how much longer he could play this game.
Thank god she designed the place with all of this in mind. It held a naturally dark, fantasy element, appealing to those who wanted to…indulge a little further, yet still maintain their privacy. Simply put, you didn’t see someone else doing anything unless they wanted to be seen.
He would bet money she never expected to be the main attraction.
“I love the way it made me feel. In control. Powerful. It was like…” She was breathless now and trailed off, becoming lost in Danny’s eyes again. They bored into her soul with a fiery intensity that both intimidated and terrified her. And the sensation of feeling Ty beneath her while Danny watched them was driving her crazy insane.
“Like what, baby…tell me what it was like.” Ty pressed her hips down on top of him and began to move slightly, sliding his hips in a rocking motion.
“It was like…riding a dick. Setting the pace. Controlling the flow. Oh god….Ty…what in hell are you doing to me?”
Ty slid his hands under her ass and unzipped his jeans, far enough so that beautiful, thick cock sprang free. He hitched up her skirt from the back so that she wasn’t exposed in the front and pulled her back down, almost all in one movement.
They were now flesh to flesh, skin to skin, with nothing separating them now but free will. He was, but mere inches from being fully sheathed inside of her.
“What am I doing?” Ty murmured, repeating her question, his lips against bare back as the strap of the skimpy top she wore was finally shoved aside. His lips blazed a path down her spine as he paused to lick the salty taste of her skin to his mouth.
“I’m making it good for you, sweetheart.” His hands finally slid under her skirt from behind and managed to part her thighs.
“Tell me if you want me to. I want to make it so good for you, baby…but you have to tell me. What do you want, Lena? Do you want me to touch you…like this?” Ty’s fingers lightly brushed over her clit and she gave a moan, from deep in her throat as she began to throb within her lower belly.
As Lena arched her back and closed her eyes, Ty caught Danny’s eyes again and arched an eyebrow, silently asking if he had been tortured enough.
Danny’s expression, the agonizing twist to his mouth, the flash of his strange, silvery grey eyes, spoke volumes. He couldn’t stop now.
He made a strangled noise, deep within his throat and it was all he could do not to reach out and touch her. Just once. But he didn’t dare. He knew if he did he wouldn’t be able to help himself from ripping her off of Ty, pinning her down and fucking her himself.
Part of him was so resentful and angry it wasn’t him beneath her. At first. But he managed to choke down the rage welling up inside his chest, because if he was beneath her, he couldn’t be there.
Right in front of her. Witnessing her pleasure firsthand. It was that part of him that wouldn’t trade with Ty for anything in the world. Ty could physically feel her, yes. Danny could see her, her face, her body….her soul.
He was beyond the jealousy now. Now, he just wanted to connect with her, in any way possible. Force her to see him, acknowledge that what was between them was real and not some fucked up figment of his imagination.
Ty couldn’t lie to himself, either. This was no longer just about proving a point to Danny. It was about doing what he had wanted to do for years.
Stepping up, to try and claim a piece of her heart.
That didn’t already belong to Danny.