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About the author:
My professional biography is as follows (I’m not sure why it’s in the third person, evidently that’s the rule): Grace is happiest when reading, eating Portillos hot dogs, and patiently waiting for the inevitable zombie apocalypse.
What inspired you to write your book?
I let my mind wander and this is the stuff that it comes up with!
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Holy crap. I’m either never drinking this wine again, or I need to buy a fucking CASE of it,” I muttered in disbelief, glancing at my empty glass and back to the naked stranger.
“Hello, beautiful. Was it you who summoned me?” asked the bronzed Adonis standing before me.
“What?”
He walked over and cocked his head at me. A pair of smoldering eyes examined my body from head to toe. He must have enjoyed the sight, because a gigantic smile slowly formed on his face.
“Are you the one who rubbed me and promised to let me touch your breasts? I believe I will hold you to that offer. I’ve been stuck inside that thing for quite a while and I could use some female attention. I also believe you kissed the pot while you were rubbing it. How about you kiss me instead? I guarantee my lips will feel infinitely better pressed against yours, as opposed to kissing cold brass.”
I stared at the naked man who indeed looked very happy to be in my living room. Extremely happy. He was standing at attention and his cock was giving me a very friendly salute. No fucking way was this really happening.
“You’re not real,” I mumbled.
“I’m very real, sweetheart. Go ahead, touch me.”
“No.”
“Why not? Do I frighten you? I assure you that it’s against Genie Law to ever harm anyone in possession of the vessel. You are perfectly safe with me.”
“I’m afraid if I touch you, you’ll disappear and this will all be a very exciting dream that’s over before it gets to the good parts,” I admitted. I know that was extremely lame, but if I couldn’t be honest at least in my wild delusions, when could I be?
The man took a few slow, deliberate steps over to my recliner, gently lifted me up, and pulled me to him.
“This wish-granting business never works out quite the way I hope it will. So before things get very complicated, and trust me when I say it WILL get messy, I would like to take a moment to appreciate the beauty before me,” he whispered.
A rough, calloused hand slowly swept the hair off my forehead and gently caressed my cheek. He gazed into my eyes and kissed me. Let me tell you, this was no peck on the lips. His mouth crashed down onto mine and his tongue immediately parted my lips, causing me to moan in delight. This guy could kiss! Damn! I wrapped my hands around his neck and pulled him closer. He tasted amazing and his tongue was magical, instantly knowing where to go and how to move, as if he were reading my thoughts. After about thirty seconds of lips upon lips and feverish mouth bonding, he broke away to catch his breath.
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