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Candy Quinn loves writing erotica and romance stories, filled with taboo twists and hot alpha males.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I don’t like being kept waiting, pet,” he said, with a threat in his voice as he reached for the panties beside me, still wet from earlier. “Tell me what you want. Last chance.”
“I take it back,” I repeated. “About what you can’t do.”
He shook his head, raising the panties to my mouth.
“Not good enough,” he said, as his fingers went to my lips, pressing that lacy material between them. I was silenced, and he was gone, his masculine scent lingering in the air around me and making me curse myself. Why couldn’t I just say it? Why couldn’t I have just begged for him to make love to me, to let me feel his hard, beautiful body against mine?
Why was that the hardest thing to do in the world?
I whimpered as he moved around me, opening the dresser again and removing a blindfold. It looked soft, expensive, and felt even nicer as he trailed it up over my arm.
“But, because you didn’t answer me, you’re not going to be able to see me.”
My eyes went wide and I tried to protest around the panties, my body jerking in the restraints and making the bells tingle with a frenzied energy.
“Hush,” he said as his fingers trailed over my neck and to my face, lifting my head as he began tying the material behind my head. “This’ll help remind you to be a good girl,” he said with a growl of arousal to his voice, and even as I tried to squirm away from him, he easily finished that knot. Fixing my blindfold, I was submersed in darkness, robbed of both my ability to see, and my ability to move. Not to mention my words were entirely muffled by the panties.