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What inspired you to write your book?
Secondly, I wanted to write a story that showed how messed up relationships are because of our experiences and how we navigate. I wanted to show characters learning about their partners and why they are the way they are. I wanted to show men working through their emotions and I wanted men to see other men, being emotional, sensual, craving what they are denied. Many are so aroused to the point they don’t know what to do except have relief, using porn or just going at it, keeping this mechanical and physical aspect about sex. This I want to change, I didn’t realize how badly some men crave, need and have no idea what great sex really is. I also didn’t realize how many men like reading erotica that is directed at women. I thought a great way to enter their minds would be through Erotica and a great thank you to the men who shared themselves with me would be to add a book to the category of Erotica for men.
Here is a short sample from the book:
GETTING FIRED THIS MORNING and my car breaking down, almost made me forget once I get home after all this hell, I won’t be able to relax comfortably. My hydro was shut off last week, my fridge and cabinets, of course, are very much empty.
Status: unsuccessful. 25. Broke. 2017 goals, decimated.
I slid my key in, turning and pulling the front door, pushing the up button for the elevator. The elevator smelled of KFC and sweat. I have a disdain and an appreciation for this place. It is a place I can live in the city and give myself a chance. On the other hand, I am surrounded by deteriorating walls and people I should refrain from looking in the eyes.
The elevator finally hit the 10th floor. The hallway, as usual, smelled like beer and dog shit. I found myself walking faster, just wanting to get inside. First door on your right, apartment 1002.
I walked into darkness, tossed my keys on the kitchen counter, my bag on the floor and kicked off my shoes. Using my cell phone for assistance, I headed towards my room, a soft orange light glowed underneath the door. My hydro is definitely off. I pushed the door open to see candles lit along the top of my dresser, floor and window ledge. My eyes panning towards the bed, catching sight of a woman. Long, thick legs and butt cheeks, spread on my bed; her folds aimed directly at me, her skin honey brown in the candlelight. My eyes enticed by the orange light flickering against her skin. My cock kicked to life, throbbing at the gorgeous curves highlighted in candlelight orange.
“It’s about time,” she said, in a light airy voice.
There’s only one girl I know with that voice. A voice a man could never forget. It was Raven Thomas. My cock began to throb, she is a gorgeous vision and the sound of her voice…provocative. Her skin smooth and shiny begging for my tongue to glide over all of her curves—my lips to suck every inch of her.
“How did you get in here?” I said, trying to act angry. Truthfully, I want to be angry and I want to be playing in between her soft folds. But it’s Raven. A 300mph tornado. More wolf than woman. I’ve never entered her den, being more omega than alpha.