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About the author:
In real life, Anna is an introverted bookworm, looks sweet and kind of innocent, but don’t let her brown eyes fool you! 😉
What inspired you to write your book?
I love sexy stories; I love reading them and enjoy writing them.
Here is a short sample from the book:
I wake up feeling refreshed.
Orange light streaming in through the curtains shows that evening is soon approaching. I walk to the bathroom for a shower.
After stripping myself bare, I scrutinize myself in the full-length mirror.
Quite simply put, I still have a hot body. My curves are smooth and pleasing to the eye. Perhaps I am a bit pale from working indoors all the time, but that can easily change. Besides, there is a frailty to the paleness of my skin that I like. A hint of sadness lingers on my face, but generally, my features are attractive. Yes, I decide: I can be considered beautiful.
I take my cell phone and mindlessly begin taking photographs of myself: close-ups of my breasts, full-body shots, slanted angles of my bottom arching up, several near-identical snaps of the small of my back, my legs as I stand tip-toed, the bend of my arms, and a few of my neck as I elongate it.
The thrill of seeing my naked body stacking up in my phone’s photo album is delightful. I am like a teenager first experimenting with her exhibitionist tendency.
That is when I remember Nathan, my wedding photographer who I have heard also does portraits occasionally. He had sent me emails about one or two of his exhibitions before. I skip over to turn on my laptop, butt-naked, and type his name on the Internet to find his website, with a large gallery of his recent works.
I like what I see. His photographs are professional and far more atmospheric than the clear, almost childish ones that I have just taken.
Several of his albums are boudoir photos: some are nude photos of women reclining in various poses on a bed, others are of women dressed up in lingerie and corsets that must have taken hours to bind oneself into. But whatever the respective styles are, I admire all of Nathan’s work.
Too bad he does not have any exhibitions going on at the moment, or I would love to go see his work displayed in real life, while he stands nearby, looking handsome and confident, thanking people for their compliments.
Did I just describe him as handsome and confident?
First day of my divorce, and I am already developing a crush on another man. Maybe I am not as innocent as I have imagined, after all.
I stare at his phone number on the browser for ten seconds.
I shake my head.
My eyes continue to gawk at the same spot.
Reluctantly, my feet carry me to the kitchen, boiling water and making myself a large mug of decaf tea, still butt-naked.
Armed with my comfort drink, I return to my computer screen, my full attention fixed on Nathan’s number.
By the time the tea is finished, his number is imprinted in my memory.
I close the browser window.
My butt refuses to move.
I laugh at my juvenile behavior. I type the number onto my phone and call Nathan.