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And what keeps me going… microdermabrasion and mojitos… seriously…
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to create an interesting background for people to fall in love and have colourful characters to add to the humour and love interest. What better place than an e-commerce company dealing with the selling of adult sex toys. And the main characters had to be poles apart, each one with their own flaws. But it had to be sexy. They are initially attracted for all the wrong reason, displaying their flaws
Here is a short sample from the book:
Sylvie glanced up at the sky as she sat at her desk. It was still blue as was her heart, knowing that very day only reminded her of what she’d lost.
Looking around to make sure no one was walking into the office she removed her right foot from her sandal and stared at her toes.
Her fourth toe was bent but her fifth toe was much smaller, as if it had been shrunk in length and widened slightly. She grimaced for a moment at the ugliness of it as something plummeted in her gut, knowing it had been three years to that day since he died, 27th August, and she masked the pain of her loss so no one could see, the same way she hid her toes.
‘Tea?’ Samina asked, making her jump, as she quickly put her foot back into the sandal. ‘Samosa?’
The sprightly elderly Indian woman walked in with her colour clashing salwar kameez and a bright smile slapped on her face. Sylvie realised she’d dyed her hair an awful red but missed some of the grey roots.
‘What you do?’ Samina asked Sylvie, in her broken English, while glancing at her desk. ‘This good one!’
Samina reached forward and grabbed a bright pink vibrator, switching it on and held the end near Sylvie’s face. The pair watched the knob go around and around for a few moments.
‘If you say so,’ grimaced Sylvie, smelling the plastic and scrunching up her nose.
‘You use. You need something to bring smile to face.’
‘That’s never going to happen,’ she replied as Samina then tried to stuff the end up Sylvie’s nose before laughing out loudly. ‘Will you stop that! Leave me alone and take this with you, crazy woman.’
‘You help run place that sell product to give you pleasure down below but your face ugly sad. You in need of product to bring pretty face back. I give you lot of free one and you not use,’ sighed the woman, shaking her head from side to side. ‘I use and get lots of organic from them.’
‘Orgasms,’ Sylvie corrected as Samina sniffed at her before she noticed something protruding from the woman’s top and did a double take.
‘What’s that?’ she tentatively asked, knowing exactly what Samina was wearing.
‘It strap on! I test!’ Samina replied and pulled up her top to reveal a large studded black penis she was wearing over her trousers. ‘I give men downstairs shock when they see the size of mine! Much bigger than their little winky!’
Then Samina touched the base and the thing started to vibrate at a high speed making her laugh out loud. Sylvie grimaced, not feeling in the mood to join in with Samina’s joviality and mostly scared the woman was allowed to be let loose with a dangerous sexual weapon.
Then she glanced down at the ground and looked at her right sandal
‘What you looking at foot for?’ she said as Sylvie put her feet under her chair. ‘You look at sky one minute then look at foot. You mad? You go through menopause in forties? You lost mind?’
Sylvie knew, like her half toe, something was missing that could never be replaced.