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About the author:
Toni Rogers is the adventurous alter ego of the very wholesome, sincere and qualified relational therapist behind the stories. While she might also be a mother and school parent governor, there's nothing but classy erotic romance bubbling right beneath the surface!
Tired of keeping them hidden inside the day job, her therapy role provides a depth to the understanding of multi-sex relationships that can't help but enlarge the fictional characters on the page. Toni's ability to give the reader the same experience in a novelette than from a much longer read, is down to a combination of a life full of adventure and a focus on three main exciting characters at any one time.
If you want sinfully taboo relationships set in exotic locations and/or unusual situtations this author is for you! (Just don't tell her clients…)
What inspired you to write your book?
Modern adaptation of Game Of Thrones
Here is a short sample from the book:
What was I thinking of? I am 39 years old with a string of failed relationships behind me. Two years of self-imposed sexual abstinence and here I am waking up in a stranger’s bed. So much for all that fucking ‘Law of Attraction’ literature I’ve drowned myself. I was beginning to wonder if I’d done something pretty shocking in a previous life.
I scan the room through the slits in my eyelids. Slowly at first. Fearful of what they might reveal. The dull ache of last night’s excesses still playing havoc with the signals my eyes are transmitting to my brain. Without daring to look, I tentatively probe the bed space beside me. Utterly charming! Last night’s dalliance had taken flight.
My eyes switch to the bedside table. Just maybe a note by way of explanation for the void that exists beside me. To hell with it. All that ‘sorry I had to dash’ business can save until later. Subconsciously my other hand starts to caress parts of my body. Ouch! Everywhere I touch seems to ache. No surprise! The most sensitive areas are my ‘lady bits’. Is it possible they are still pulsating? It must have been one hell of a session. The flashbacks from last night clearly beginning to win the wrestling match with the alcohol haze clouding my thoughts. Do I really want to be reminded already? Quick, think of something else.
Deep breaths. I relax my arm so that it rests onto my chest. What? My skin feels like it’s peeling off. For a moment it sends my head into a spin. Argh, I remember now. Of course, my favourite party trick. Ushering him forward to thrust …..