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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.
Here is a short sample from the book:
There was something different about him. It was almost as if he had regret in his eyes. When we parted ways, it wasn't the best break-up. We both said some things that shouldn't have been said. "You look good too."
I'm not sure what happened, whether it was the silence between us or the way we were looking at each other, but nothing could have prepared me for what happened next. Before I knew it, Peter lowered his lips to mine and kissed me. It wasn't your everyday, glad-to-see-you kind of kiss. This kiss held so much more. When his tongue parted my lips, I knew I was in trouble. There was something igniting inside me that I couldn’t control even if I tried. It was something that only Peter could make me feel.
We stared at each other for a moment, wondering what just happened. Whatever it was ignited something between us, because before I could protest, Peter led me inside the men's locker room. Still holding tightly to my hand, he took me to one of the private bathrooms. I was pleasantly surprised when the scent of musk and spice mixed with sweat hit me, causing an electric bolt to surge through my body. Once we were inside the small room, Peter turned the lock on the door to make sure we weren't caught.
Lifting my body and holding it against the door, he whispered as he gently kissed down my neck, "God, I missed you."
I wasn't sure how I felt at that moment. All I knew was I needed him. Being abstinent for two years wasn't something I had planned. I just never found anyone I was attracted to the way I was to Peter. With one hand clutching my ass, Peter slowly moved his other hand up my bare stomach and underneath my sports bra. Gliding his hand around to the back, in one swift movement, he was able to unclasp the hook. Removing my arms from around his shoulders, I removed my bra and dropped it to the floor. His hands were like magic on my body. I wasn't sure what it was about his touch that triggered something inside me.
Still holding me to the wall, Peter dipped his head and gently placed his mouth over my hard nipple. I could feel the wetness between my legs pool inside my thong panties. Peter set me down and carefully removed my yoga pants and panties, pushing them down my trembling legs. It had been too long. He hadn't even entered me and I was shaking at the knees. While he was struggling to remove my bottoms, I was working to remove his shorts. Once we were both completely naked, he went to his knees and placed his mouth over my mound. A soft whimper escaped my mouth when his tongue swirled around my clit. "God, you're beautiful," he said, holding me at my waist as he continued to feast. Before I knew what happened, my body exploded with pleasure.