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About the author:
Rebecca Grace Allen is Samhain Publishing author of kinky new adult and hot contemporary BDSM romance. She holds a Bachelor of Arts in English with a double concentration in Creative Writing and Literary Comparison, as well as a Master of Science degree in Elementary Education, both of which seemed like good ideas at the time. After stumbling through careers in entertainment, publishing, law and teaching, she’s returned to her first love: writing. A self-admitted caffeine addict and gym rat, she currently lives in upstate New York with her husband, two parakeets, and a cat with a very unusual foot fetish.
What inspired you to write your book?
Dean and Jamie were secondary characters in my first book, The Duality Principle, but their story was begging to be told. I knew there was a secret these two shared, one of intense chemistry and the strong belief that it would never work between them. I was inspired to find a way to make it work.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Thank you for helping out today,” she said.
“No problem. I had fun.” His mouth went dry. He swallowed. “Thank you for hiring me.”
She grinned, her eyes drifting closed for a second, and Dean jumped at the chance to take her in. The rounded apples of her cheeks. Her neck and collarbones and the flat of her stomach. Her legs, curled up and pressed together beneath her.
He wondered if she still tasted the same.
“I didn’t hire you, silly. I bribed you with food and beer, which I hope you enjoyed.”
He didn’t answer, too distracted when she turned to the side and toed off her heels, then got back into the same position. She’d moved closer to him while she did it, or maybe he’d been the one to move, he wasn’t sure. All he knew was that he could feel the heat radiating off her, her body so close, all that gorgeous hair tumbling down over her shoulders.
He had to tighten his clasped fingers to the point of pain to stop himself from touching her. God, when had he started wanting her this badly?
His voice came out gritty when he said, “I had a good time anyway.”
“I’m glad.” Her eyes fell on his collar. “You look good in a suit.”
Dean’s pulse ratcheted up to full throttle. She brought a hand up to trace the edge of his neckline. Soft fingers stroked his neck.
He hissed in a breath. “Jamie.”
It came out sounding like he was trying to stop her, like he realized what was about to happen and the mistake they were about to make all over again. A war raged between his head and his body, between the right thing to do and what he wanted, but Dean’s ability to reason was hanging by a thread, and he couldn’t make himself sure this was a mistake anymore.
She shook her head. “Don’t talk.” Pulling him to her, she whispered, “Just don’t talk.”
Then she was kissing him, her mouth open and hot and hungry. She nudged his hands apart and crawled onto his lap, the warm weight of her legs on either side of him. Dean lost the battle he’d been fighting, giving in to everything he’d been wanting.
Wanting until he was taking.