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About the author:
Nigel lives and writes in Cambridgeshire, UK.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’m an ex concert pianist so liked the idea of a classical musician as the main character.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Sophia got out of bed and went to make some fresh coffee. When she returned, she put the tray next to the bed, slid her dressing gown off her shoulders and allowed it to drop to the floor. She walked naked across the bedroom, took her cello out of its case, pulled her dressing table stool out into the middle of the floor and started to play one of Spencer’s favourite pieces of music – the Melody from Gluck’s opera, Orpheus and Eurydice. As she sat there playing the slow romantic melody naked, Spencer propped himself up on one elbow and watched her, admiring the perfect form of her body, the feminine lines, her neck, her shoulders, her collarbones, her breasts, waistline, legs, feet. The way she moved, so gracefully, as her bow moved slowly across the strings of her cello. His entire vision was filled with Sophia; his peripheral vision had shut down – just for her.
‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered to himself.
Sophia read his lips and smiled at him as she continued to play, making her physical movements more sensual with a suggestive glint in her eyes. Spencer got out of bed and walked, naked, across the room and knelt down behind her, stroking her shoulder blades and running his fingers down her spine as she played. He moved her long lustrously tumbling auburn hair to the side to reveal her slender neck then started to plant delicate kisses on it. She responded by tilting her head to the side, giving him full access to every inch of her beautiful neck. He continued to kiss her neck, more slowly now, while moving his right hand up the side of her body so it came to rest just under her right armpit while his left hand navigated its way around her waist to her belly button. Sophia let out little gasps with each of his kisses and gentle touches.
As she continued to play, those feelings started to stir up deep inside her again. Spencer’s fingertips delicately stroked Sophia’s taught tummy, causing her to shudder with pleasure. Had her legs not already been wide open due to her cello being placed between them, she would have parted them right about now. Instead, she gracefully shifted her position on the stool, pulling in her tummy and pulling her buttocks upward, inviting his hand to venture lower. Spencer obliged and slid his hand down into her warm moistness. Sophia gasped out loud; the Melody she was playing suddenly went from piano to forte in the space of half a bar while Spencer’s fingers did the most incredible job of pleasuring her.
The tempo of her playing started to increase, as did the tempo in her body. If her heart was a metronome, Gluck’s slow Melody was now most inappropriate. As Spencer’s hand increased in speed and pressure, Sophia’s bow lifted off the strings and her right arm stretched out slowly like a swan stretching its wing out to dry in the sun. Her left hand slid down the neck of her cello until it came to rest on the hollow wooden body. Her lower body writhed and squirmed like an eel out of water, while her buttocks thrust back and forth on the stool faster and faster. Her orgasm was on its way, speeding full steam ahead. Nothing could stop it now. Her writhing and thrusting became stronger and more intense. Then, finally, she let out a long loud moan of pleasure as she pushed her cello from between her legs and clamped her knees together hard, locking Spencer’s hand and fingers right were they were.
‘Oh my god!’ She gasped as she leaned forward and rested her forehead on the body of her cello, panting deeply, totally satisfied.