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Sasha Clinton discovered romance novels at the age of thirteen and has been addicted to the genre ever since. After getting a degree in Chemical Engineering and realizing that there was no way she could ever be an engineer, she decided to follow her passion and write romance novels. Sasha has lived in New Delhi, Melbourne, Manchester and Boston and continues to move frequently. But wherever she is, she’s hard at work on her next book.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Min-Jung spat out her coffee laughing when she sauntered past Kat’s desk and saw the article on her screen the next morning at work. “‘How to Heal a Sore Vagina?’ Really?”
“Shhh! Keep it down.”
“Chill. Everyone’s out for lunch.” Min-Jung raised her eyebrows at the form of an ice pack wedged between Kat’s legs under her skirt, but didn’t ask what it was. “Somebody boned you bad.”
Oh, yeah. Kat winced when shifting made the sting between her legs intensify.
She’d never known so much pain after so much pleasure.
Last night had been the most intense, perfect night of her life. Alex had fulfilled all her secret desires and then given her some more. He’d made love to her again and again, until she’d realized that counting her orgasms was going to require a calculator.
Honestly, she’d been stunned by his level of sexual finesse and shocked by the dirty talk and the dirtier actions he was capable of. It had been deliciously satisfying to see her polite, guarded congressman transform into a demanding, passionate lover.
After tiring each other out, they’d scarfed down the pizza delivery and spooned side by side, wrapped in each other’s arms. That quiet moment of shared intimacy had meant even more than the sex, because it had made everything seem that much more special.
The morning after should have been as beautiful and perfect—except it hadn’t.
She’d woken up with serious cramps between her legs.
Never having experienced trouble walking properly after sex, it had taken Kat a while to figure out that she was suffering from the side effects of a no-holds-barred fuck-a-thon.
Who’d ever thought this day would come.