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About the author:
After decades of painstaking research and extensive field work, J. H. Craig has become an expert in the erotic arts. In North Florida, there really isn’t that much else to do. With a firm policy to judge no one’s fetish, she has embarked on sharing some of hers. In her spare time she enjoys hanging out with her rescued pit-bull, reading obsessively, and generally cluttering up the internet with her unsolicited opinions on everything.
What inspired you to write your book?
What resulted (Switch It ON, the first in this series) was very simply the best and most honest piece of writing I had ever done. I created people I cared very much about, so their story had to continue here in Switch It UP.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Jase crawled up beside us, and he hadn’t quite lost that amused light in his eyes. My gaze shuttled back and forth between them. Joe stared intently as Jase’s cock was almost poked me in the eye. The smell of him was intoxicating. I could almost taste him on the air I struggled to pull air into my lungs. I couldn’t resist a tentative lick, not sure if I’d be allowed to continue. He grabbed my hair.
“What do you want, slut?”
“Just to please you, Sir,” I echoed my earlier statement unconsciously, my voice halting as my breath grew shorter, knocked out of me by Joe’s impassioned thrusts, whose whole body was hot under the backs of my thighs. I was getting dizzy with pleasure, riding the edge. My hands knotted up the comforter, as I tried not to greedily reach for Jase.
My answer wiped the laughter from his eyes, turning the warmth to a blaze of heat. “Open up,” he said, his voice rough. I did, and he slid his cock between my lips. Although his fingers remained tangled in my hair, he didn’t direct, and I orally caressed his dick with fervor. It was almost too much for me, having them both inside me at the same time. When Jase reached for my tit, I made an alarmed noise, because that was going to be the thing that pushed me over. He growled, pinching my nipple again, and I let myself go. Bliss shot through me like a lightning storm, and I convulsed, my body a live wire creating a circuit between them.