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About the author:
Mum to six, plus three step son's mean I'm busy all of the time, yet nothing gets done. As an attempt to escape the constant sock pairing I decided to attempt writing in the latter part of 2016.
Self-publishing three books over the last year I feel pretty proud of myself, now for the difficult part. Kindly and polity requesting that people read them. I hate hard selling but find myself a major pain in the bum on a daily basis silently screaming look at me, look what I can do. Currently attempted to conquer the word from my mobile phone; mostly just getting thumb strain.
What inspired you to write your book?
I am a new author, my first book Sculpting Amanda is a psychological thriller which covers very taboo subjects.
After writing my first book I was eager to write something lighter, something that was titillating and could be enjoyed for its erotic scenes.
Heart-shaped shackles was born, whilst there is no doubt it is a very sexy book it seems I can't help but steer towards the dark side. This book is so much more than titillation, it covers deeper meaningful, deeper thought-provoking subjects.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Cupping my chin in his hand, he turned my head to his and looked at me intently. “Olivia, I don’t believe you. Girls like you are always prepared for the physical acts. Look at your chest. Look how the blood has rushed to the surface because a man dared to touch you. I can only wonder where else the blood has rushed.” He raised his eyebrow to emphasize his point.
He was right. Of course, the blood had rushed elsewhere. I wonder if he knew the effect he had on me. Was he a deliberate fluffer? I arrived frigid and cold. Now, from one slight gesture, my body was fired up and seeking release. Releasing my chin, his eyes dropped to my chest.
“Just a slight improvement on perfect Olivia,” pinching at my visible nipples until they perked up, erect and proud. “There you go. All ready for your audience now. No need to thank me. I’m here to help.” A smirk played on his lips.