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About the author:
Michelle Hughes is an American author who writes sensual romance and paranormal fiction. Hughes was formerly a country singer/songwriter and toured with a national satellite talent showcase. Recently, she was awarded a Kindle Press contract for her western romance, Cowboy Sanctuary. Other books in her library are: Fantasy’s Bar & Grill series, Tears of Crimson series, Sin, Rude, and the You Don’t Know Jack series. Hughes lives in Alabama with her husband and five children.
What inspired you to write your book?
It came to me late one night as I was trying to go to sleep. I really needed to rest, but the characters wouldn't stop screaming in my head until I got words down.
Here is a short sample from the book:
The sound of the door closing makes me tense. He’s here. Where else would he be? It’s his house. This was probably the biggest mistake of my life. He doesn’t speak, simply walks away, and I have two choices. I can either follow or leave and never look back. The latter would be smarter. I take the foolish route. He leads me to the center of a breathtaking room that has me glancing around in wonder and awe.
“Kneel.” I don’t question why, I listen. Before I know it, I’m paying homage on the cool marble floor, hands behind my back with my fingers intertwined. My stomach clenches as I hear his footsteps moving closer. My eyes close as I fight for the strength to ignore my fears.
A part of me wants to stand up and run from the room. I’m fully dressed but I’ve never felt so vulner-able in my life. Without warning he covers my eyes with a blindfold, taking away my option to open them for assurance. Without my sense of sight, my other senses take prominence. The smell of his cologne, the faintest hint of his movement, the longing for even the slightest touch. My heart is racing, and I can’t catch my breath.
“Stand.” The strength in that single spoken word makes me tremble as I find my feet. I know the beauty of the man that gave the directive. Even in my fear, I imagine the pleasure of having his long fingers trace down my cheek again. It was the only touch I’d had from him, but tonight that could change.
“Take off your shirt.” I startle as his deep, hyp-notic voice gives me the order, yet there’s no hesita-tion in my movements. Removing that barrier gives him more power, and I offer it willingly. The inher-ent shyness I feel is pushed aside for his pleasure. My fingers fumble as I pull it over my head, casting aside my doubts along with the material.
“Your bra as well.” I can feel the heat of his breath whispering into my ear, telling me he’s stand-ing right behind me. My nervousness intensifies. Reaching back, I undo the clasp and force my fingers to work both the straps off my shoulders. It falls to the ground.