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About the author:
I have been a traditional fiction writer for a few of years and from quite some time back there has been a progressively intensifying darker, more erotic side of me that wanted its turn to express itself through the keyboard in to the world of writing.
What inspired you to write your book?
Wanting to live the dream of what *should* have happened on several weekend hotel retreats.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Jasmine half sat up, shielding herself under the blankets. She was too embarrassed to have any other emotion than shock. She turned the toy off, concealed under the sheets.
Jake had a huge smile on his face. “Were you just having fun by yourself?” he asked.
“Oh, my God! Get out! You’re such a bastard.”
Instead of leaving, he walked over and sat on the end of the bed. She moved her legs out of the way so he didn’t crush them.
“The offer still stands,” he said. “Let me take you away next weekend. It doesn’t have to mean anything. I can be your human vibrator.”
“Have you ever considered, I don’t want to be filled with your poison?”
“It’s not poison, it’s medicine.”
She sighed. “I can’t.”
“I don’t move on as quickly as you do, Jake. Now can you get out?”
“When you’re ready for some real affection, give me a call.” He stood up, and tossed the blankets into the air getting a good view of her before he left. “Nice legs!”
She threw the vibrator at his head. It hit the wall.
“Missed!” he called back as he scooted from the room.
She flopped facedown into the mattress. “Bloody hell,” she said. The moment had gone.