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About the author:
My previous years were marked by artistic endeavors, trying my luck in both animation and literary worlds. I managed to have my first novel published traditionally, and now I want to explore the self-publishing worlds, but writing a bit about my most secret fantasies.
What inspired you to write your book?
Throughout the years I’ve been cooking the story in my mind, and when I decided to write my first erotic romance novel, there was little doubt about what character I should portray.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She folded her arms and turned around, greeting him with a look of pure diffidence. Her eyelids were painted black to help them blend in with the dark carnival mask she always wore to perform that character, like a villain from the very old times. Her robe still partially hid her black corset and black stockings, but the little at display was provocative enough. She smiled, unfolded her arms, allowed her robe to fall to the ground, and walked towards him in the full splendor of the Ministress.
Sided with Steve, the host received her with a microphone in one hand and script cards on the other. Friendly as usual, the man welcomed the woman who had everybody charmed by her appeal, and started a brief conversation to increase the tension of anticipation.
“How’s life, Ministress? All good?”.
She replied with a grin and her thumb, keeping consistent with her character, who only talked when strictly necessary. The host said:
“Good, good, I hope you’ll enjoy what we have here for you.”
He then turned his attention to Steve, tied on the chair. Patting the straps that kept his hands immobilized, the host then looked at the camera and gave his introduction:
“In this chair, my dear viewers, we have he who is responsible for ‘Take you down’, the most successful hit of the last years, the man who has succeeded in luring an entire nation with his artistic expression. I think it’s safe to say that everybody loves Steve Simmons today, and I, as his friend, can confirm it all: yes, he’s really the nice guy he seems to be. But today, look what destiny has brought him: he’s in trouble. He fell prey to the Ministress, and I’m afraid right now all we can do is cheer for his success, for if he wins, he’ll sing for us and enjoy a week of special services from our network sponsors. If he loses, then mercy be upon him, for this lady in black here, Steve, knows no pity. Ministress, were you familiar with Steve Simmons already?”
She looked at him with a serious look, as if taken off guard, trying to hide her surprise at the question. She nodded, of course she knew him, everybody did.
“Do you like his songs?”, the host asked.
That time she glanced at her prey and deep inside her eyes Steve could see not disdain, not snobbery, not defiance, but passion. “Would it be that she is a fan of mine?”, thought Steve nervously. And indeed:
“Yes, I do, I love everything he does”, she replied with her sweet, acute voice, speaking for the first time in the night.
Trapped in his chair, Steve blushed. He felt his blood rushing warm through his entire body, his heart pounding fast, like a young boy hearing that the pretty teacher loves him back. His escorts, the blonde and the brunette, glanced at him when hearing the answer of their superior, and they all held the same fiery look of lust. Being that famous, he was that desired.