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Award winning Author of the Independent Press Award and NYC Big Book Award. A.L. Long is also the recipient of the National Indie Excellence Award.
My love for writing began several years ago after an early retirement from a demanding job that I loved, but also hated because it consumed so much of my time. Now, I am able to focus my time on what I love. Writing romance has been a life long dream and to actually say that I am a published author is beyond what I would have ever expected.
Even though some may say I have a little naughtiness in my books, I look at it as an added bonus for my readers. After all what is a romance book without a little spice.
When I am not writing, I enjoy spending time with friends either at home or out on the town. Mostly, I enjoy a relaxing night at home where I can enjoy a glass of wine in the company of a good book.
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His lips were so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his minty breath on my face. I could feel the thump of my heart beating against my chest the closer he came. All I wanted was to feel his lips on mine. His body pressed against me. So when he took my mouth, I welcomed him in. Parting my lips, his tongue thrust inside, giving me what I had desired since the first time I saw him. His strong hands began moving up and down my body, leaving me wanting more. Our kiss broke, but only so he could taste the arousal he caused my body. The warmth of his mouth enveloped my pert nipple as he began tenderly kissing and sucking the hard bud. I could do nothing to tame my desire for him. I was his. As his mouth continued its ministration on my breasts, his hand began moving even further down my body. I only hoped that soon he would take me and relieve me of the burning need inside. I could feel the moisture building between my thighs as he continued his assault on my sensitized body. I wondered if he knew the effect he was having on me. My arousal for him deepened with my moans of pleasure when he spoke one word, "Beautiful," before he plunged his finger inside.
"Wait, wait, no, no. Not yet." God, how I hated my alarm clock at this very moment, and just when I was about to get to the good part. It was the same dream over and over. Never getting to where it needed. Only leaving me wet, alone, and in need of release. It was no wonder that my handy butterfly vibrator, which I now named "Max," wasn't worn out. We had a regular thing going on. I guess you could even call us a couple, seeing as how we went to bed together and woke up together. For two years, three months, and fourteen days, Max had been taking the place of the one man who constantly consumed my thoughts. I am Lilly Davis, daughter of Lawrence and Kate Davis, strong, confident, and in command of my own life. Not even Peter Hewitt could take that from me. I only wished I had someone to share me with.