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About the author:
I am a writer who specializes in "Eros Macabre," Horror and Erotica.
Hollywood mixes Horror and Comedy, in their horror movies. Both good in their own respect, but horrible together. Like Peanut Butter and Ketchup, instead of Peanut Butter and Jelly.
I got the formula right. thou, I combined both sex and horror together in a combination that will appeal to both sexes.
What inspired you to write your book?
The lack of originality that Hollywood keeps churning out over and over and over…
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Stop moving, you big baby, you’re making me smear this,” and then she dabbed some on his nose, where he didn't have a bruise.
“You’re hurting me,” he said, trying to watch the TV behind her.
“You brought this on yourself,” Jeanie scolded him, “What you did was really stupid.”
“What he did was stupid,” Mark said, “what I did was justified.”
“It wasn’t your business,” Jeanie said glowing.
“Your mine, Jeanie, and no one is going to touch you.”
“You can put yourself on that list Mr. Winters,” Jeanie replied.
“Diplomatic Immunity,” he said, grabbing and kissing her. Jeanie pulled away.
"What the hell does that mean,” Jeanie pretended to be confused?
“You are my business,” then he squeezed her ass, “and business is good.”
“Mark don't treat me like some prize that you won in a fight.”
“Why,” he said playing dumb?
“Because you got your ass kicked,” she replied with a straight face.
Mark starting laughing until the movement irritated one of his cuts.
“I am a human being with feelings,” she said looking angry, “I have a heart, and a soul, and the brain, so I can decide for myself who I want to be with and why.”
"I love you,” he silenced her.
Those three words floored her. Mark was jealous, possessive, and needy, but most of all vulnerable and in love.
She knew how desperately he needed for her to say it back, for she had never told him once. And whenever he said it, she begged him not too.
Jeanie melted right there on the spot, but she could not return the sentiment. She turned away instead, trying not to cry.