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About the author:
Adrienne Williams has been an avid reader of romance novels since middle school. At some point in her life (the point at which Amazon offered a platform for Indie writers) she decided to try her hand at creating interesting characters, intriguing plots, and of course steamy sex scenes. When Adrienne is not writing, spends time with her husband, friends and family. Of course, she is constantly thinking of characters and stories that readers will enjoy.
What inspired you to write your book?
Elliott James and Renee St. Claire were inspired by a television show that I love to watch. I decided to take their lives in a completely different direction from that which is usually read or written. I wanted readers to know that the couple is interracial – Elliott is biracial and Renee is black, however, I didn’t want that to be the main story. There is so much more to this lovely, sexy couple. Like most writers, a great portion of the inspiration comes from personal real-life events while others are purely from imagination.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She sighed as his fingers slid in and out of her juicy, wet tightness and over her sensitive nub, “Mmmm, feels so good, baby. Do I make you feel good?”
He positioned his lean, muscular frame so that he was lying on top of her. He answered her by giving her a kiss so hot that it sent bolts of electricity all over her body that made her shiver. He kissed and sucked on her neck and earlobes and made his way down to her full, soft breasts, licking and sucking on her hardened nipples while he adjusted himself so that his erection rubbed against her.
“Mmmmm, ” he moaned, “you make me feel good and bad.”
“Bad?” she said with mock surprise. “Well, if I make you feel bad, then maybe I shouldn’t do this.” She spread her legs wider apart so that now all of her wet, throbbing mound was available to him.
“Oh, you should definitely do that,” he groaned.
“But if it makes you feel bad . . .” her voice trailed off.
Before she could finish, he was inside of her, stroking in and out, slowly at first and then a little faster, sliding his hard, veined sex almost completely out and then going back in to the hilt. She felt his tight, firm buttocks clench and unclench as she slowly stroked them. She met each of his thrusts, raising her hips off the bed as much as she could while keeping her legs wrapped around him.
“Baby, I’m so close, so fucking close,” he moaned.
Her head was spinning. She felt her orgasm coming right with his.
“Ohhhh, please . . .” She whimpered. With that, he stroked her so good, and so deep that she felt that if she never did anything else, it would be just fine. The intensity and depth of his strokes, along with her cries of pleasure made it impossible for either of them to hold on any longer. His last deep thrust inside of her did it. His deep groans and her unintelligible words mixed together in perfect harmony. They were both lost in a world of pleasure too illicit to imagine.
Renee St. Claire awakened from her dream. This dream, or some version of it, was becoming quite recurrent as she was having it now 4 to 5 times a week. She did not know why, either, or maybe she did.