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About the author:
When I manage to tear myself away from taking Buzzfeed quizzes and watching unhealthy amounts of TV, I write romance and smut. My works feature alpha males, sexy times, and/or my sarcastic sense of humor.
I hail from Cleveland, aka the best freaking city in the world, and believe LeBron James is the perfect human being. Despite all of my efforts, I have never truly been able to quit caffeine. My favorites include Taylor Swift, Florence + the Machine, and SHINee. I love to hate/hate to love k-dramas. If I say I’m on a diet, I’m just lying to you and myself. One of these days, I'm going to get hypertension from an excess of salt, both literal and figurative. If I'm awkward around you, I probably don't know what to say to you and/or I think you're hot. And despite what anyone says, Forrest Gump so deserved that Oscar over Pulp Fiction.
Here is a short sample from the book:
A few hours later, I wake up to Kevin saying, "Hello, sleeping beauty."
Oh s**t, he's already back? I remember his words: "I'll be back around 5 PM. At that time, I expect to find you waiting for me on the bed without any clothes on."
Gulping, I ask, "What time is it?"
"Well after 5. And you're neither on the bed nor naked." His voice is calm, but I know he's not going to let my disobedience slide, even if it was unintentional.
I shiver. "Are you going to punish me?"
He pulls at my camisole. "What do you think?" he asks in a deceptively gentle voice.