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When I’m not writing or playing the part of wife and mom, you can find me dancing back-up for Beyonce, singing back-up for Miranda, or sunning myself on the beach with a drink in hand. Here’s the thing about being born and raised in a small town–you have a very vivid imagination! Now, I channel it all to create stories where the girl always ends up with the right guy, first kisses are magical, and a happy ending is just that!
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Tell me what you want, Hannah,” he insisted, his voice a throaty whisper of desperation. The soft and harsh of his voice made it impossible to recognize. Even if I’d met him before, standing there in the dark, I had no idea who he was.
His fingers slicked through my wetness. A cry escaped my lips as I let my head fall back against the wall. I could barely make out his silhouette but I could feel him all over me. His mouth traced a path down my neck to the top of my cleavage. “Tell me,” he commanded again, pulling the material of my slinky black dress down to reveal my breasts.
“I-I want…you,” I said, breathlessly, fighting back every urge I had, to say that this was wrong. I’d never been the kind of girl that randomly hooked up with guys I barely knew. Hell, I didn’t even hook up with guys I knew nearly every detail about. But somehow the mystery of the masquerade ball and the dangerous undercurrent of a thunderstorm had intoxicated me. My head swam with the sensation of him touching me, of the pleasure rippling through my body—a body that hadn’t felt pleasure like this in a long time, or maybe ever.
He didn’t give me time to reconsider. He worked his mouth over the swells of my breasts as I heard the faint pull of his zipper.
I was pinned between the cool concrete wall of the stairwell and his muscular frame. His mouth returned to mine, consuming me and my will to stop him. Slowly leading his tongue over my lips with a familiar knowledge that left me with no regrets about the decision to allow this stranger to possess me in the way he was. He pressed in closer, filling any gaps between us perfectly.
My body surrendered. I detected the tear of a condom wrapper and had to admire his thoughtfulness. My mind was about as far from consequence as it could be. His hands dipped to the apex of my thighs and I felt the tip of his hard cock tease my entrance.
“Hannah,” he breathed, the only request for permission he’d be making.
“Yes,” I rasped out just before he thrust into me. My fingers ached from gripping his shoulders so tightly, but it was a delicious ache. I let him take me in the dark to a place that I’d only dreamed about—a place where two people were able to physically connect in a way that was beyond explanation, one where there was no right or wrong or socially accepted norm.
A wicked crack of thunder reverberated through the walls of the old hotel while the mysterious stranger shook me to my core.
“You’re all I ever wanted,” he whispered, intensifying the notion that what was happening between us was more than just a chance encounter between strangers fueled by desire and the excitement of it all.