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About the author:
I am sassy, fiery, and sometimes a little crazy erotic romance writer with a serious addiction to reading! I started reading at six years old and have never stopped. While romance is my favorite, I do like to read all kinds of genres. I spent years with the burning desire to write a romance novel. I finally got that chance last year. I quit my work as a nurse and sat down at the keyboard. Now I'm spending my days writing, researching, and still reading other author's books. I read a book literally every day! I like romance mixed with hot sex, spice, and danger. That's what I hope readers get when they read my books as well. When I'm not reading or writing, I'm working on a garden and canning. I believe in being prepared.
What inspired you to write your book?
I had several ideas swimming in my head. I knew I wanted to write about an MC. Many may think a certain popular TV series was my inspiration, but I never watched it until I'd already written the first four of my books. As I sat down to do book one, I knew I had to create a fictitious town in TN and build around that. Once that was done and research on road names and possible club names, the Archangel's Warriors MC of Dublin Falls, TN was born. Years of being a romance reader left me with so many ideas. And I knew, I wanted it to be an erotic romance.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“W-what do you mean he knows your plans? What did you tell him,” I stuttered?
“I told him that you were going to be mine. And it was going to be for the long haul. This isn’t just some hit it and quit it situation. I told him I would do everything I can to protect you and make you happy. That’s why he didn’t say anything,” Terror said with a bigger smirk on his face. What the hell? Didn’t I get any say in this?
“Don’t I get any say in who I’m with? Or do you think you and my dad decide, and I go along with it like a good little girl? What if I don’t want you? What then? I’m just shit out of luck,” I yelled back! My temper was starting to take over. The fucking audacity of him and my dad! I felt my temperature rising and knew I had to get away from him quick before I released it. When I got too angry, the rage only had two ways to get out: crying or fists flying. I didn’t want to do either in front of him. I went to stand, but he grabbed my hand harder and pulled me toward him. I started to struggle to get away.
Before I could get loose or throw my first punch, he grabbed me behind the neck and pulled my mouth to his. As his lips touched mine, I tried to stay still and keep them closed. He was pressing his lips hard to mine and then started to lightly nibble on them. Then I felt him trace around my lips with his tongue. The sensations were wonderful and made me want to kiss him back, but I had to stay strong. It would do no good to encourage him. When I didn’t return his kiss, he pressed his mouth to my jaw and ran his lips and tongue up it, then nibbled on my ear and licked just behind it. Who knew that could feel so good and make one so needy? I could feel my nipples getting hard in my bra. My panties were starting to get damp and that was just from a kiss! What could he do to me if I let him go further?
I decided I needed to end this before things got out of hand. When it came to him, I was weak. I pulled my head back, but he just followed me. Next thing I knew, he had me laid out on the sofa and he was stretched out over top of me. He had my hands pinned together and held in one of his over my head.