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About the author:
Eliza lives in beautiful Vancouver, Canada, host to the 2010 Winter Olympics. She has two married daughters.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Trixie was just about to scream in blind panic when she heard the door open. The volume of the music briefly increased before the door closed again, and she knew that she was alone with Snake-Eye. Her nose prickled at his musky scent as he neared her and traced a fingertip across her lip. She could smell the pungent odors of whisky, smoke and leather emanating off his skin, and when his wet tongue slithered across her cheek the sudden trail of heat alighted her nerve endings and elicited a soft moan from between her parted lips. The fuzz of his beard tickled her chin as she tried to crane her head away from his probing mouth.
“You are something girl, a real slice of heaven…” The rich velvety tones of his voice lapped insidiously against her ear, and she was surprised when she squeezed her thighs together and felt a slight dampness trickling down her legs. What is wrong with me? This uncouth savage has tied me up like a Thanksgiving turkey and I’m getting turned on?