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About the author:
Ju lives in Connecticut, where she is very active in her community, as president of a non-profit organization that dresses individuals for job interviews.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was inspired to write this book to bring some awareness to the fact that there are other evil forces at work out there that are not Were Wolves and Vampires. They are equally or even more powerful because of their abilities to travel through time and space.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“It really isn’t fair why I can’t sleep with my wife, like any normal husband,” Todd Montgomery grumbled to himself. It wasn’t that he did not love his wife; he did. He loved Simonia to death, but he could not bring himself to engage in sexual activities with her.
It had not always been that way. He and Simonia had a very active and fulfilling sex life until three months ago. Ever since then, he could not even get an erection the few times he’d attempted to have sex with his beautiful wife. It was as if he was under a spell of the woman who visited his bed every night for the past three months.
It started one night in the bungalow he rented on the island of St. Lucia, where he had been stationed for the past two years. He was researching a strain of malaria that had surfaced on the island, which was proving particularly resistant to treatment. As part of his job with the Malaria Research and Reference Reagent Resource Center (MR4), it was his responsibility to go to the source of the virus to conduct research. Usually, Simonia would accompany him, but on this trip, because of the highly contagious nature of the virus, he talked her into remaining at home.
The first time he’d seen the woman, it had not been the first time she had been in his room. The first time was the night he had flown in on the eight-hour long flight. He was exhausted and had thought it was a dream. But the nights following that first night, he knew it was not a dream. He was able to see the woman as she had her way with him, and there wasn’t a damn thing he could do about it.
The night following that first night it had happened it was unbearably hot in the room. Even though his bed was enclosed by the mosquito netting, he still slept under the cool cotton sheet. The previous night, the woman had ridden him repeatedly, each orgasm more powerful than the last. But this night, the pattern had changed. He was awakened by the feel of someone going down on him. He raised himself up to look down at her, and she lifted her head at the same time, looking directly into his eyes. The moonlight and shadow that drifted through the window outlined her breasts as she knelt back on her heels before climbing over him like a cat. Without taking her hands from the bed, she would then use the muscles of her pussy to impale herself on his engorged penis in one fluid move. Just thinking about it gave him an erection. From that night until now, she visited him about the same time every night, midnight. There was no lovemaking, no kissing, no foreplay, but she always woke him the same way–with her mouth on his cock.
She was always gone in the morning, leaving no trace of her presence, which is why the first time he’d thought the entire thing had been a dream. But after repeated re-occurrences of almost the same thing, even a skeptic like him had to admit that it was developing into a pattern.