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About the author:
Kandice is a serial lover of all things pink, chocolate enthusiast, and wannabe yogi. Inspired by her Native American heritage, she began writing stories at a young age. A homeschooling mother of four, she now escapes the joyous monotony of day to day life by writing suspenseful romances filled with lust, angst, and lots of sentiment. Fans of Romantic Erotica, New Adult Romance, and Romantic Thrillers have praised her novels for their relatable characters, witty dialogue, and emotionally driven plots.
Kandice was born and raised in rural Arkansas, where she currently lives with her husband and four children. Though, if you ask her she’ll confirm that her soul is lost somewhere on the west coast waiting for the day that her body can rejoin it.
What inspired you to write your book?
I've been writing since I was old enough to speak. Back then, my stories were only verbal, but with time I learned how to form words on paper. I've not been able to stop since. Writing is my escape, therapy, and outlet. The Run series was developed out of this mindset. I was sitting at my desk one rainy afternoon with tears pouring down my face. My own trauma, the person who placed it there, and the trauma of his death were weighing heavily on my soul. So, I opened a word document and began bleeding that pain onto paper. Before long, Dani and Sebastian took over, made my story their own, and the rest is history.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Good, undress,” he commands again.
I stand and remove all my clothing. He watches and I notice his lips parting to allow a quick exhale when I reach to unfasten my bra. He kisses me, with a passion that echoes deep within me. I kiss him back, just as eagerly. Wanting, needing to have him in me.
He lifts me and carries me to my bed. I wrap my legs around his waist as he kisses my collarbone. He sits me down and spreads a towel over my bedspread. At his command, I lay on my stomach. He wraps a silk blindfold over my eyes. He’s brought the fantasy room to me, since I chose not to go to it.
“Can you see?” He whispers into my ear.
Tingles trail my entire spine. “No.”
“Good. Lie down and get comfortable.”
I do as I’m told. There’s a clicking noise and a familiar piece of Mozart plays on what I can only assume is my iPod deck. I hear the door close and lock, followed by the undeniable sound of a zipper.
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