About the author:
K. Presence is an anagram for my real name. My novel started off as a whodunnit, but I saw that a healthy dose of erotica could really add the twists every good story needs. So I ended up in Erotica with a pseudonym.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to capture the essence of vacationers, both men and women while they push their envelope of desire. In my book Twelve Nights, I present such scenarios, their own and those they witness. It causes immense sexual tension that can only lead to lines being crossed. What they don’t expect is that enwined in their fantasy is a murder they didn’t see coming. Which goes to show: be careful what you wish for.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She knew he had found her attractive since they met back in college; but it was always innocent flirting done openly in front of Kent. She tried to quell her blush by talking about the trip and the reported good weather. It was working too until she realized that Dale was now furtively staring at her nipples. She wanted to cross her arms just then; but she caught herself and instead put her hands on her hips, causing her chest to fill out to full advantage and wondered out loud, “Where the heck is that man?” She then confidently sat on the stair right next to Dale. “Got another beer?”