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About the author:
Jenna Fox’s work is born from real life experiences, an overactive imagination and a consuming caffeine addiction. Sometimes she finds herself writing sex scenes on fast food napkins and store receipts while waiting in traffic, but she’s always guilty of keeping her mind in the gutter. Fox is a listener of bad-ass music and a watcher of classic slasher films. In short, she’s a multi-tasker – a writer, a storyteller, able to make a boo-boo all better with just one kiss and a proud, world class expert at screwing up recipes and scaring away closet monsters. She believes in ghosts and God and is absolutely convinced chocolate soothes the savage beast.
What inspired you to write your book?
As a fan of suspense and horror, Fox wanted to write a story that would appeal to readers of several genres, including erotica. Sealed in Blood has a little something for everyone.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Now. Take off your clothes. All of them.” His voice was sharp.
Charisma couldn’t look him in the eye, as she reached around to unzip her skirt. She allowed it to fall to the floor, but hesitated to unbutton her blouse.
“The shirt comes off too.”
Her fingers finally completed the task. She stood, motionless, awaiting a look of disapproval on Hunt’s face as his eyes zeroed in on her curvaceous hips.
“I don’t think you’re finished. I still see panties and a bra.”
Charisma’s face was flaming. She reached around to unhook her bra, biting down on her bottom lip as her traitorous nipples told of her arousal.
Hunt’s lips parted, and he lowered his voice. “I can see your embarrassment. You’re beautiful.” She relaxed slightly as he ran his hand over her hip. “You’re not to be ashamed. Understood?”
Charisma nodded, looking at the floor.
“Miss Claiborne, look at me.”
His eyes glittered as they roamed over her. Her body responded in a warm flood, as he murmured his approval.
Charisma trembled with desire, keenly aware of her pulse, as Hunt unzipped his pants, freeing his erection. Her muscles clenched at his size.
“You’re still blushing. You see how hard I am for you, and you will not be ashamed.”
Steam escaped as he opened the shower door. She stepped into the hot stream, Hunt behind her.
“Turn and face me. On your knees.”
Charisma eagerly grabbed his muscular thighs as she knelt in front of him. There was a need to please this man, a need to give every ounce of herself. Eric had never obliged her requests for sex in the shower. He’d always thought it was too slippery.