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About the author:
I work full time as a trial attorney by day, and full time as a wife and mother of three by night. I write for the joy of it, but mainly to maintain my sanity!
What inspired you to write your book?
Love short but sweet erotic stories!
Here is a short sample from the book:
Lyla Dixon blinked her eyes open and glanced at the door. She swallowed, unsure what had woken her. Shaking her head, she closed her eyes and tried to go back to sleep.
After several minutes, she huffed and threw off her purple comforter. Then, deciding to go get a glass of water, she slipped out of bed and headed for the kitchen. As she made her way down the hall, Lyla heard something. Someone was moaning in the front room!
Lyla froze, and her heart skipped a beat.
“Yes!” a female voice cried. “Oh, God, yes!”
Gasping, Lyla covered her mouth. She reflexively started to backtrack to her bedroom, but then she stopped. Her roommate’s brother, Dylan Hall, was on leave from the military and had been staying on their couch. In all honesty, Lyla hadn’t been thrilled with the idea, but it was only two weeks so she’d conceded to put up with him and his macho guy attitude.
But this, this was too much. If he thought he could bring home some girl and screw her on their sofa, he had another thing coming.
Closing her eyes, Lyla steeled herself for the sight she was about to see as she stomped into the living room.
She could see the top of Dylan’s head where he sat on the couch. Standing on tiptoes, she attempted to see if anyone was on the floor in front of him or something. Then a muffled scream tore through the room and Lyla cringed, not sure she wanted to witness what was going on after all.
But then her eyes drifted to the television…and her mouth popped open. What in the world is he doing to that poor woman? Lyla knew she should look away, but she couldn’t get herself to move.
Suddenly, the screenshot froze and she snapped her gaze away, immediately meeting Dylan’s cobalt eyes.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.” He smirked as he adjusted the waistband of his sweats and turned around to see her better.
He’s just watching porn, she realized. Lyla wasn’t sure what was worse, him screwing a girl on their sofa or him jacking off to porn on it..
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