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About the author:
Amanda Sparks is the dirty alter ego of a wholesome and successful young artist who wanted to bring her naughty paintings to life. Her debut novel, The Beach House, is the first in series about the tantalizing hot young advertising executive, Tyler Colton and his steamy encounters.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Good morning, handsome,” Melissa said, pausing just inside the threshold. She stood with one hand on her cocked hip, looking me over. She wore a pair of charcoal gray pants that were tailored perfectly to her body and a lavender shirt cut just right.
Melissa Danvers started as one of the company interns and was brought on full-time in our administrative pool a few months ago. I saw her for the first time when she delivered the morning briefs and I was instantly attracted to her.
“Good morning yourself, sexy,” I said.
She walked slowly to the wall of windows and closed each of the blinds one by one. I knew where this was going. Shortly, I was going to put this raging boner to good use.
I walked to her and put my hands on her hips, pulling her in so that her ass pressed against me. She laughed, feeling the firmness of me stabbing at her.
“This is definitely off to a good start,” she said, leaning her head back against my shoulder.
Her chestnut hair was soft, like gossamer strands of spider’s silk, and smelled of green apple shampoo. I kissed her neck and moved my hands forward, feeling her firm stomach beneath my strong hands. Melissa’s breathing quickened when I slid my hands up to cup her breasts, kneading them gently.
Melissa reached back and grabbed my cock through the fabric of my pants. She returned the favor by squeezing me gently, then releasing, then squeezing again. My cock throbbed in time with her hand each time it opened and closed around my hard flesh.