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About the author:
Lilly Avalon is the thirty-something author of the RESIST series and other romance books. She started to pen her first erotica at twelve years old, but her mom found the "dirty story" and threw it away, which was just as well because it wasn't that good. At all.
Luckily, she continued to write stories for years until she rediscovered her love of sexy tales in her late twenties. Her first erotica, HERE ALL ALONG, began her romance writing career. She has since written other erotic romances and even a couple new adult novels.
Lilly currently resides in Ohio with her husband and pet mice. Lilly Avalon is a pen name.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to create a book with lots of sexual tension. When I first met Allegra, I didn't know what her story was, but as she met up with different people her personality came through quickly. She was surprisingly a lot like me, sassy but sweet. Then Devlin came along and when the two of them are together, it was just magical.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I expect him to leave, but he continues standing in front of me. That panty-dropping cologne enters my nostrils again and I can’t move. “Um, I need to…work…stuff.”
“I don’t want to walk away just yet.”
What does he mean by that? My breath catches in my throat. “What are we doing?” I whisper.
He tilts his head. “Whatever you want.” His fingers graze across the edge of my jaw.
Focus, Allegra. “I…uh…” I heave a heavy sigh. “Look—we had a great night together. But that’s all it was—it’s what we agreed to.” A one-night stand is a one-night stand for a reason. This reason right in front of me.
“I promised you one night of passion. I didn’t promise that it would be the last.”
“I never said I wanted more than that.”
He comes closer, our breaths now mingling. “Your reaction to me begs to differ.”
“Just because you can turn me on doesn’t mean I want you.”
His lips quirk into a smile and he whispers into my ear, “I think that’s the definition of want, princess.”
This is bad. He’s twisting up my insides in several different ways. It’s okay to let go once, but not twice. He’s not the one. I can’t give in to the temptation again without the threat of opening what I call the vault—my Pandora’s Box of heartbreak. I can’t think about the fact that I want to run my fingers through his soft brown hair, pulling him down closer to my face as he…
I push him away with one palm flat on his chest. He willingly steps back. “I have to get to work,” I tell him, straightening up.
“Very well. As you were.” He gives me one final glance, and then walks off.
Well, I know now that he’s still interested. What I don’t know is if I’m the reason he came here. It’s only a matter of time before he reveals the truth to me. I just have to hope I can keep it in my pants in the meantime.