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About the author:
SL Baker grew up in a small New England town but was lured to the coast of North Carolina by the sweet smell of the Azaleas and the beckoning of the ocean and most important no snow or bone chilling temperatures. When not writing she works full time as an account manager and is raising three kids and sometimes can squeeze in running or maybe even sleeping. Writing began as a hobby a late night exlicer to relax and blossomed into her debut into erotic romance scene with the first novel of the series Scarlett and the Mobster that blends Sothern charm and innocence with the grit and turbulence of the mob exploding into a combustible mixture that is sure to leave her reader craving more. Her writing style is inspired by the words of a dear friend that writing not only frees the mind but heals the soul. SL is no novice to the literary world having written two novels before both in the medical thriller genre. Her journey into erotic romance has just begun so strap in and enjoy the ride.
What inspired you to write your book?
Country living and lots of time to do it.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I closed my eyes and began to explore my body lightly with both hands. The feeling was
heavenly, and with each touch every sensation multiplied tenfold. Working my way to my
nipples, I gently stroked them and felt surges of pleasure coursing through my body. Jesus H.,
they were stronger than I ever remember—an electrical storm!
Leaving my right hand working its way back and forth between my breasts, my left hand ran
down my stomach gently touching every inch on the way down. With every touch, I could feel
the wet sensation between my legs grow stronger, and the throbbing of my clit was like African
drums in my stomach. My legs unconsciously worked apart, as if my loins were beckoning my
hands to touch and explore their depths.
I first brushed my thumb across my lips, just below my clit, squirming in anticipation of
what I knew was coming. The wetness dripped off my thumb, adding to the growing wet spot on
the sheets. I closed my eyes and slowly, methodically massaged my sweet spot; in my mind it
wasn’t me, it was Victor. Oh my insides were burning for him. I wanted to give him every inch
of my body to explore.