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Nola Sarina and Emily Faith are authors, mothers, and lovers of music and art. They draw inspiration for their fiction from Nola’s dark fantasy concepts and Emily’s flair for romance that ignites both in and out of the bedroom. Learn more and sign up for the email contact list for up-to-date info on appearances, new releases, and special offers at www.nolasarina.com/contact/. They also love to be stalked on Twitter @NolaSarina and @EmilyFaith2012.
What inspired you to write your book?
We took a long walk one day talking about the way women feel ashamed of the idea of exploring a night of wild, wanton fun with multiple partners. We decided to write a book where a strong woman lets go of her fears of judgement and just has fun!
Here is a short sample from the book:
I’ve lived by so many rules for so long… go to college, get engaged, be a good girlfriend, don’t be extravagant… that this place of newness is too tempting to resist.
I drop my head back and let the energy of the place course through me. Shaun holds me up while I lose myself in music, in movement, in heat. That second shot of vodka is doing its job well, and Shaun grins at me when I pull up to face him. He’s having as much fun as I am, and I spin around to let him press against my ass. His breath is shallow, washing down over my hair as I let my hands play over his thighs behind me. He leans down to kiss my neck, and it’s so sensitive, but his tongue soothes the tickle, and I let out a laugh.
“You dance like magic,” he says, and I catch a faint whiff of rum on his breath. I lean back and reach up behind myself, stroking my hands over his scalp, scratching lightly along his tousled, dark hair.
“Abracadabra,” I murmur, and then I cringe at my own lack of social finesse.
But Shaun chuckles and runs his hands from my wrists down along the underside of my arms, to my breasts, and just barely grazes them as he moves to settle his hands around my waist. I moan at the sensation. Max always touched me like he was trying to turn on a computer to get a job done. Shaun’s touching me like he wants to touch me. Like the feel of me beneath his hands is the best thing in the world.
Something about this place just magnetizes us, and I press back harder against him, arousal slamming through me when he loses his breath in a low groan.
He spins me around and presses my back against the wall in the corner. I know this isn’t the way most girls meet boys. I know this isn’t what I usually do. But it feels so good that I don’t give a fuck. I lift my heel and hitch my leg around Shaun’s waist, and his hands are on my ass, pulling me against him. Heat spreads between my legs—I’m not sure if it’s mine or his, it doesn’t matter—and I find the zipper of his jeans with my fingertips, tugging it down.
Shaun lets out his breath in a rush and glares straight into my eyes, begging permission. “You cool?” He asks.
I lick my lips and kiss him to reply. He backs me further into the corner so I’m more hidden by the darkness, and I wiggle a heeled foot out of the leg of my jeans. The cool air washes over my skin and I gasp with delight. This is so hot. So public. I shouldn’t do this, but dammit, I’m going to.
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