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About the author:
Reading and writing are her first loves but her passion for shopping, love for yummy food and her love for all her many pets. She hopes to one day help other readers fall in love with writing as she did.
What inspired you to write your book?
A mixture of things but mainly the imagination of a seventh grade girl who just wanted the book characters to be real. Especially the sexy men!
Here is a short sample from the book:
She couldn’t believe him. “You arrogant, condescending, infuriating son of a bitch!” As she’d been yelling at him she’d walked closer and didn’t even think as she pulled back and smacked him across the face so hard it vibrated through her own hand and turned the heads of the demons in the bar. The danger in his eyes scared her. But she wasn’t backing down.
“Sweetheart that might have been the stupidest fucking thing you’ve ever done. Don’t think I won’t teach you better.” His voice was a snarl and oddly enough some of her fear retreated because she suspected he was lying.
She had her back pressed against a dirty wall before she could blink. His hard body pushed against hers sent lust through her. She bit down again on her lip, drawing more blood. Aversion therapy. She hated the taste of blood and hoped that she could make herself hate the feel of him against her. His hand slid against her neck, enough to prove a point but not to where she felt like he was choking her.
“Do. Not. Push. Me.” He bent his head like he was going to kiss her and her heart stopped. She needed to stop this and she couldn’t. She needed to get away from here and focus only on her and her work and her bills, anything but let her heart fall further and further for this man.
He brushed his lips lightly against hers and she fell apart. Her arms wound around his neck and as she went to kiss him back he and dropped his hand from her neck and walked away. Tears sprang in her eyes. She was crying because he wouldn’t kiss her? How could this be? How did this man make her forget everything but the idea of them together?
“I am not a fucking toy. You want to curse me to hell. Go right ahead Sweetheart it’s my home away from home don’t forget. But you want to use me to sate your sexual needs and then scream at me for it? I don’t fucking-”
An explosion rocked through the bar. She barely had time to see the chunks of wall exploding towards her. Or the bodies of demons that flew at her. The smell of ash burnt her nose at the same time as the shrieks in the room bombarded her ears. She was amazingly unaffected by whatever had blown the exterior wall. Her eyes were having trouble adjusting to the smoke and she screamed Stryder’s name as someone grabbed her by the ankle and tugged her to the ground.