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About the author:
I'm a stay-at-home mom who likes writing naughty stories in between chores. When I'm not writing or making sure the Legos are off the floor, I enjoy going on walks at the beach and drinking peach beer.
What inspired you to write your book?
Private parties have always interested me. Older women who've only experienced a vanilla lifestyle suddenly faced with the prospect of something so different also rocks my boat, especially when they find themselves responding to another man's domination. I like uncovering what lies beneath what seems so normal with men and women to reveal aspects of themselves they never thought existed.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“You’re late.” A deep voice startled me from my thoughts, and I jumped. If I’d known there was someone in the room, I wouldn’t have walked inside. My hand went up to my face, making sure my mask was secure. I wouldn’t want anyone to recognize me.
I turned toward the voice and found that it belonged to a tall man in a white dress shirt that stretched over broad shoulders and a muscled chest, his lean torso tapering into a slim waist. He was wearing what looked like tailored gray trousers, and I had to pull my gaze away from his crotch and force my focus back to his face. He had a mask on, but the recessed light above him revealed deep blue eyes and lips that looked as inviting as his body did. Thick dark hair slicked back completed his look. Square jaw, thin, cruel lips. He was gorgeous.
“I’m sorry. I was just leaving.” I turned around to face the door.
“Stay,” he said in a firm voice just as I reached for the doorknob. I paused. There was something about his voice that I liked. It commanded obedience. But as I released the doorknob, I frowned. Now, why the hell did I do that?
“Turn around.” I slowly turned to face him, my thoughts in turmoil. Since when did I follow orders from strangers? I was always the one in control. I’d just made senior partner a year earlier, and it was my job to keep everyone else on their toes. I didn’t take any orders from anyone, least of all a stranger. But this man had something that I couldn’t ignore. It made me want to obey his every command.
My legs led me to him until I was standing mere inches away. Breathe, I told myself as he circled me like a predator circling his prey. Or an auctioneer of virgins, I thought wryly, although I was long past the expiration date. I sure hoped he wasn’t expecting someone younger.
I couldn’t tell what he was looking for, but I found myself hoping that whatever–or whoever–it was he’d been expecting, he was seeing it in me.