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About the author:
Lynn holds a degree in English Literature with a background in publishing and education. She is now “retired” and enjoys all the spoils of being a stay at home mom. Romance books have been her escape, along with traveling with her husband. She currently lives in Northern California.
What inspired you to write your book?
Up until 50 Shades of Grey came out, I read lots of fiction but rarely read romance novels. I only pictured romance books with Fabio on the cover. Little did I know that they are so much more! I started reading romance religiously and my husband has cursed the day he bought me my first Kindle in February 2012. Now, all of my reading is for research, at least that is what I tell him.
Here is a short sample from the book:
What were they saying again? She couldn’t think straight around him. Come on, Ryann. What the hell is wrong with you? She must’ve looked confused.
“Always wink at people. You shouldn’t. Especially men. Unless, of course, you want a man to get all kinds of ideas in his head.” He gave her a heated look.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” she muttered in exasperation and she looked away. “If you think I would ever do anything to lead someone on, or make inappropriate overtures to teenage boys, then you really don’t think very highly of me, Mr. McCallister. I would never do anything like that.” Now that she had begun, she couldn’t seem to stop. “And by the way, you could’ve told me that Robbie was your cousin earlier!” she said as she lightly whacked him in the chest with the back of her hand. And a hard, nicely chiseled chest at that. “You just let me go on and on.”
“It’s Jeremy, first of all. And secondly, I know you would never intentionally be inappropriate. I simply meant that when a sexy woman in ‘fuck me’ shoes winks at an unsuspecting man, it makes him think of all the different ways he’d like to bury himself inside her,” he snarled, equally exasperated.
She gasped, looked around to see if anyone had heard, then glared at him. “I can’t believe you just said that!”
“Oh, Ryann, baby. I haven’t even gotten started.” He grabbed her hand and continued to lead her through the gallery. She was flustered, pissed, incredibly aroused, and furious with herself! She didn’t want to be aroused. She wanted to kick him!
The entire time he dragged her to wherever he was taking her, she muttered under her breath. She would never intentionally be inappropriate? What the hell did that mean? That he thought she had been inappropriate? She was the most damn appropriate woman she knew! Who the hell did he think he was?
She had to jog to keep up, all the while trying to squeeze her legs together to relieve the throbbing at the juncture of her thighs.
Somehow, they ended up in an uninhabited corner by another one of his mom’s paintings; an oil of a beautifully serene New York City in the fall. The mood of the painting was at odds with the electricity charging the atmosphere around them. He turned to face her and maneuvered himself so that he blocked the other guests from seeing them. She could smell his subtle spicy scent.
Don’t get distracted, Ryann. You need all of your faculties about you.
Then he stared at her, his eyes darkening, looking like he was ready to gobble her up.
She blurted out in an exasperated loud whisper, “Don’t look at me like that! Talk about inappropriate!” she sputtered. “You know, it makes people feel uncomfortable when you stare at them like that.”
“I’m not your student, Ryann. And you’re not my teacher,” he said with a lust fueled look. “So I can look at you anyway I want.” He shifted closer. “Am I making you uncomfortable?” He didn’t look like he cared in the least if he was making her uncomfortable. In fact he looked happy about it. He stepped a little closer while he stared at her lips.
“What…what do you want from me?” she asked in a furious whisper, while her eyes jumped around nervously to make sure no one was listening. She felt like a deer caught in headlights and felt a moment of panic. “On second thought, don’t answer that. I don’t want to know.”
He answered anyway. “That mouth of yours, for one thing. Has a man ever told you that it inspires all kinds of dirty thoughts? Plump, wet lips. Mmm, a delectable. Fuckable. Mouth,” he said huskily, punctuating each word.
She blinked, not believing what she just heard. No man had ever talked to her like this. Not even Brent!
She sputtered in a low growl, “Stop talking to me like that!”
Again, she nervously looked around to make sure no one heard him. She could feel the wetness in her thong sliding between the lips of her sex. She was mortified. Could he tell how turned on she was? Oh, God. Could he smell her? She didn’t want him to know how aroused she was by the way he was talking to her, but she was. There was no doubt about it. Her thong was drenched. Her breath hitched in her throat and she thought, would there be a wet spot on her skirt?
His low chuckle rumbled in his throat and he leaned in, his nostrils flaring. His right hand made its way up her arm and rested in the crook of her neck, his fingers lightly dancing over the soft hairs at the base, his thumb resting under her jaw line.
With an intense look on his face, his gaze latched onto her mouth while his thumb made its way to rest on her bottom lip. Instinctively, her lips parted and the tip of his thumb moved into her mouth. She had never been so turned on in her life. Without thinking, the tip of her tongue grazed his thumb and she noted its salty flavor. He pressed his thumb in a little further and she sucked gently, ending with a slight nibble to the tip.
Jeremy inhaled sharply and his eyes glittered. “Ryann, you’re killing me.”
He licked his lips and continued. “You’re all flushed, your pupils are huge, the pulse at your neck is jumping, your breathing is heavy. Do you want to know what I want to do to you right now? How I want to lift that skirt that fits you like a glove, glide it up over your luscious ass, peel your panties down your legs, anchor you against the corner of this wall here and plunge myself so deep into that sweet wet pussy of yours that you scream?”
She whimpered. Oh, God, was this really happening? Her breasts felt so heavy and she truly felt like she was going to melt into the floor at any moment. She had never wanted something so desperately in her life. She knew they were in a public place, but the visual he had just painted was so erotic, she couldn’t think of anything else. She was so out of her league. She knew she was just staring at him, but she honestly didn’t know what to say. She just stood there looking up at him, her breath erratic, her eyes glazed over.
“Are you seeing anyone?”
She mentally shook herself. She seemed to be doing that a lot lately. “What? That’s none of your business,” she said breathily, finally gaining a little control.
“I just made it my business, Ryann. Answer the question.”