Tell us a little bit about you.
What can I say? apart from I am a little bit crazy. I am married for more years than you would get if you had committed murder LOL :) So yes that makes me old enough to know better but young enough in the head to get up to plenty of mischief.
When and why did you begin writing?
After reading Fifty Shades, my friend challenged me to write a story so I accepted the challenge and the original story took shape. After showing it to an author friend of mine Kennedy Kelly, I expanded the storyline immensely, spending a few months working the old story into the new story. I have carried on writing as it keeps my mind occupied, I suffer from Fibromyalgia and chronic arthritis which has stopped me from working.
What inspired you to write your first book?
As mentioned previously one of my very good friends Stephanie, challenged me and I drew inspiration from a normal family values against an immoral families
How did you come up with the title?
My original title was Swift but Sure, but once I got into developing the story more and brought the two main characters together, it was a case of two people who referred to their own stories as MY LIFE coming together to create one then becoming OUR LIFE
How hard have you found promoting your book being a new indie author?
It sure is a challenge, but there are so many lovely bloggers out there along with other indie authors who are doing the same thing, we all tend to post about one an others books
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
I think it would probably be how we can all overcome adversity to better ourselves and become our true selves (WOAH THATS A BIT DEEP FOR A FRIDAY AFTERNOON)
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Definitely not, I just have a warped mind
Do you giggle when you write your more risque scenes?
I actually laughed out very loud during one, a blow job scene, which has a comical element in it. Not telling you any more you need to buy the book and read it to find out about it.
What books have most influenced your life most?
I dont think there have been any books to be truthful, I have my life the way it is after guidance from my parents and my husband.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
I would have to say Kennedy Kelly as she guided me through rewriting the original work.
What book are you reading now?
At present I am reading Every Heart by LK Collins, about a marine who was declared dead after going missing in Afghanistan. However he is rescued from captivity a year later. The book tells his story and how he has to try and integrate back into his normal life and win back the heart of the woman he loved, even though she has moved on with another guy.
What are your current projects?
I am currently writing the first of a two part series The Pastor Of Kink, as the title suggests it is filthy from the start.
Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.
That would definitely be the friendships I have online and off. Friends are always there
What can I say? apart from I am a little bit crazy. I am married for more years than you would get if you had committed murder LOL :) So yes that makes me old enough to know better but young enough in the head to get up to plenty of mischief.
When and why did you begin writing?
After reading Fifty Shades, my friend challenged me to write a story so I accepted the challenge and the original story took shape. After showing it to an author friend of mine Kennedy Kelly, I expanded the storyline immensely, spending a few months working the old story into the new story. I have carried on writing as it keeps my mind occupied, I suffer from Fibromyalgia and chronic arthritis which has stopped me from working.
What inspired you to write your first book?
As mentioned previously one of my very good friends Stephanie, challenged me and I drew inspiration from a normal family values against an immoral families
How did you come up with the title?
My original title was Swift but Sure, but once I got into developing the story more and brought the two main characters together, it was a case of two people who referred to their own stories as MY LIFE coming together to create one then becoming OUR LIFE
How hard have you found promoting your book being a new indie author?
It sure is a challenge, but there are so many lovely bloggers out there along with other indie authors who are doing the same thing, we all tend to post about one an others books
Is there a message in your novel that you want readers to grasp?
I think it would probably be how we can all overcome adversity to better ourselves and become our true selves (WOAH THATS A BIT DEEP FOR A FRIDAY AFTERNOON)
Are experiences based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Definitely not, I just have a warped mind
Do you giggle when you write your more risque scenes?
I actually laughed out very loud during one, a blow job scene, which has a comical element in it. Not telling you any more you need to buy the book and read it to find out about it.
What books have most influenced your life most?
I dont think there have been any books to be truthful, I have my life the way it is after guidance from my parents and my husband.
If you had to choose, which writer would you consider a mentor?
I would have to say Kennedy Kelly as she guided me through rewriting the original work.
What book are you reading now?
At present I am reading Every Heart by LK Collins, about a marine who was declared dead after going missing in Afghanistan. However he is rescued from captivity a year later. The book tells his story and how he has to try and integrate back into his normal life and win back the heart of the woman he loved, even though she has moved on with another guy.
What are your current projects?
I am currently writing the first of a two part series The Pastor Of Kink, as the title suggests it is filthy from the start.
Name one entity that you feel supported you outside of family members.
That would definitely be the friendships I have online and off. Friends are always there
Can you share a little of your current work with us?
I will share the first chapter of The Pastor Of Kink
CHAPTER ONE
“ Hey Girls” I sat down at the table in the diner with my four friends; it was coffee time and our weekly gossip session. A time when we ladies from the small women’s section of the only meeting house in our little township, could sit and discuss upcoming events. To be totally honest with you; our group was a select one so select it consisted of just us five.
Let me introduce you, first we have
Cathy, quiet little dormouse of the group, small and petite with short brown hair a neat little figure and amazing deep chocolate brown hair.
Roisin was our resident redhead, she really made the rest of us girls sick, she had beautiful long red curls with deep green eyes all topped off with fair skin and freckles, oh and the most delectable Irish accent you would ever hear.
Tess was our English rose, long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, legs that went on forever and a wicked sense of humour.
Becca was a raven haired hazel eyed bossy cow. Yes I know so cruel to be nasty about someone but it’s the truth; she has to be in charge of everything all the time.
That leaves me, Cassie six foot bronzed amazon, and I knew I looked hot most of the time. Ok I will be truthful; I am a plain Jane, only good thing I have going for me is my boobs and my personality. I am one of those girls where my boobs announce their arrival before the rest of me.
Now let me get back to telling you all about the townships excitement.
I sat down with the rest of the girls and waved to Betty our elderly waitress, she had been here forever, and never seemed to change. She sauntered over with her usual smile and coffee pot in hand. “Well girls have you seen him yet?”
“Seen who?” we all replied at the same time. Betty pushed her bum onto the only space left in our booth and leant forward “well girls it would seem we have a new Pastor, I haven’t seen him myself but Madge Green tells me he is a hottie” we all howled laughing Betty and Madge’s’ version of hot was completely different to ours.
Excitement buzzed through us all, it wasn’t very often we got new male blood in town, we all smiled as we thought about the rumor mill starting with stories about Betty and Madge with the Pastor.
I leant forward and lifted my coffee, I took a long slurp from the mug and looked down the diner, my eyes were drawn to a guy sat on a stool at the counter. I hadn’t seen him in here before; we were too far off the beaten track for it to just be a passer by so he must be here on a delivery. Yeah definitely judging by the muscles, probably up at the lumberyard.
“EARTH CALLING CASSIE COME IN CASSIE”
“What? What?” I replied, all four of them sat watching me, I realized my mouth was hanging open and I had drooled a little. I was more than just a little embarrassed; I could feel my cheeks burning but I could also feel a longing deep inside. It had been so long since I had been with anyone; in fact it had been 5 years. The whole reason I had moved back to Dullsville was because of Josh, he had used me to get at someone else, the someone else he had really wanted. I was the girl he used to make Carol Anne jealous; and it had worked. Only I was the one who was left to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. So I packed up my bags and moved back home.
Now I was sat with my friends drooling over a man I would never see again or ever be likely to have a chance with, he was well out of my league. He must be six feet tall, short well kept hair, muscles on top of his muscles and some extremely suggestive tattoos; and they were the ones I could make out.
I felt an elbow dig in my side and turned to see Cathy giving me a quizzical look “spill it lady” she ordered.
“Have you seen the guy at the counter? That man could get between my thighs at anytime of the day or night, in fact he could stay there all day and all night if he wanted” I motioned towards him with a tilt of my head.
I stifled a giggle as they all looked at him at same time; we sure didn’t have a reputation as being subtle. “Pick your tongue up off the floor Roisin you hussy”
“What do you mean by that bitch?” came her reply with that accent that could have any guy hard in seconds. We all laughed loudly drawing the attention of the sex god. He flashed one hell of a smile our way and you could of heard the orgasmic moan a mile away.
Cathy near exploded as she saw him get up off his stool and head our way. He stood and leant on the back of the booth giving us that smile once again. Did I mention yet that this guy had muscles on his muscles, all encased within a white t-shirt; his ass was enough to make us need a drool bucket.
“Good morning ladies” oh dear god that voice could melt the coldest of hearts. He leant forward and took Cathy by the hand “Pastor Trey Prescott, lovely to meet you”
WHAT!! He is the new pastor? Every one of us was now hanging onto his every word. I couldn’t help but splutter on my coffee; I coughed loudly as the hot liquid went down the wrong way; near jumping off my seat as he patted my back “you ok there beautiful?” I fanned myself as his warm voice raced through my senses, straight to my clit. I looked up into his crystal blue eyes and felt like I was about to drown in those pools of lust. I know it was wrong but I wanted this man like I had never wanted a man. I had never had that jolt of electricity chase through me from a mans’ voice. Imagine what he could do to me with his cock
“So which one of you beautiful ladies is the leader of your group?” his rich voice enquired. I felt the eyes of my four friends burn into me. Gathering my wits I looked up and was met by those eyes once again “Errr That would be me” I squeaked. Totally out of character for me, I am usually quick to respond to anyone, but this man had me completely overwhelmed by everything about him. I offered my hand and introduced myself “Cassie Walker” I gasped slightly as that spark shot through me at the touch of his hand. I was in trouble with this one.
“Miss? Or Mrs.?” he asked almost in a whisper “Miss” I replied in what I thought was a confident tone, but hearing the muffled laughter from the girls it was obviously pathetic to hear. “Well Miss Walker would you like to join me for coffee so you can tell me what you ladies have planned for the next few weeks? I like to keep up on events’ I looked upwards and whispered a mental prayer of thanks; we sure did need some new eye candy in this town. “Sure let me get my things” I smiled and grabbed my bag. Getting up from the booth I grinned at the others and was met by a chorus of “CALL ME LATER” Nosey bitches!
He stood as I approached where he was sat, grabbing my hand he lead me out of the diner and to his truck, opening the passenger door he helped climb in. Once he was in his seat he leant toward me, reaching for the seatbelt, he secured it and looked me straight in the eye. HOLY COW my insides turned to jelly. Before I could gather my senses, his mouth crashed into mine, his tongue hungrily dancing with mine. “Now lets start over” he whispered breathlessly. He placed the key in the ignition and pulled out of the space. Like I said I was in trouble with this one.
We pulled in by a house on the edge of town, this wasn’t the usual place the Pastor of our town would live in, I was confused by this. He strode round to my door and lifted me out the truck. He placed me down as he opened the door and lifted me in his arms again. I was surprised by his behavior, I thought we were going to have coffee; this was a strange coffee meeting if you ask me. He kicked the door closed behind us, before I had a chance to utter a word he had me pinned against the wall, his mouth continuing where it had left off, His hips pressed against mine, my eyes widened at how hard his cock had become and damn ladies I can tell you he was big, and I mean B I G!
I clenched my thighs together as I felt myself getting wetter down there. His hands roughly caressed my breasts as his kiss deepened. His right hand lifted my top, and then pulled my bra cup down. His mouth trailed kisses down to my nipple, sucking it in between his lips, he nibbled gently sending my senses soaring, a deep throated groan left me, He moved lower until he was on his knees before me. Great position for a Pastor I thought to myself. I was wearing a short denim skirt that showed my legs off to the full. His left hand traced its way up my thigh as his right grabbed the side of my panties and pulled hard. They gave way easily; he lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Dear god this man was on another level, I didn’t know if I was repulsed by this or turned on. I took a deep breath that caught in my throat as he nuzzled into my folds. “OH MY GOD” I was taken back by how fast this was moving, I really wanted to stop, really I did. OK I did but deep inside I wanted him to fuck me hard then I wanted to ride him like a pony.
I looked down and met those eyes briefly, my knees wobbled slightly as his tongue licked me from top to bottom, then he thrust it deep inside and groaned, the vibration near made me orgasm there and then. He kissed his way back up to my breast, bit my nipple hard then thrust his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, this was too damn hot to handle. His hand reached down and unbuttoned his jeans then his zip, he pushed hem down over his hips. Crap he had no pants on beneath them and his monster of a cock sprung free. He lifted me off my feet again and thrust himself hard into me. So hard I screamed at the shock. He fucked me hard; so hard my butt hit the wall with each thrust; I could feel the sweat running down my back, which added to the noise as my butt hit the wall. This went on for fifteen minutes, he didn’t slow the pace once. I had more orgasms in that time than I have had in a whole night with anyone else. I felt him twitch inside me as he plunged into me one last time; I swear I could feel the heat as he emptied himself into me.
“FUCK you didn’t use a condom”
“Cassie I am so sorry I was just so desperate to fuck you” came his reply. I blushed at his comment. He pulled me toward him again and kissed my lips tenderly. I glanced down in shock he was hard again already this man was unreal.
“Oh BABY don’t be thinking I have finished with you yet, that was just a taster of what I have to give and I intend to do lots of giving while you’re here”
HOLY FUCK I was going to be walking like John Wayne after this, but I don’t care. I WANT MORE A LOT MORE.
I pushed him away, and dropped to my knees. Leaning forward I closed my hand around the base of his cock and ran my tongue from base to tip, rolling my tongue around the head, he placed his hands behind my head and pushed himself deep into my mouth, gagging slightly, I opened wider, he thrust himself in and out, in and out. I tried to pull away but he was having none of that. Holding my head still he fucked my mouth over and over until he shouted out and filled my throat with his orgasm. Once he released the back of my head I fell forward resting my forehead against him, I had never ever had this kind of session.
Now yes reader I know you’re probably thinking surely he had finished now, well you’re wrong, he wanted more. He carried me up to his bedroom, where he removed the rest of my clothing before he stripped completely. This time he made the slow gentle moves taking me ever higher, as he felt my inner muscles begin to tighten, he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled up onto my knees, entering me again he started to fuck, and when I say fuck I mean OH MY GOD FUCK!!!!!!!!!! He grabbed my hair in one hand pulling my head back, his other hand found my clit; he rubbed it in a circular motion with firm pressure. All I could do was moan between gasps for breath, he felt like he was going deeper with each thrust, so deep it was painful yet not a bad pain, it was an intense erotic pain, it hurt yet I wanted it harder and deeper and was vocal about what I wanted. He grunted with each thrust until he quickened the pace we both panted between gasps for breath, he shuddered as I began to tremble, I gripped him hard and he stilled he came so hard I couldn’t hold it all. His bed wet with a mixture of our fluids.
I dropped to my stomach, unable to move, I was totally wasted, not one ounce of energy was left. He stood up and grabbed a towel, his hand between my legs as he dried me off, then himself. He disappeared downstairs and returned with juice for each of us.
“Now Miss Walker, just what kind of events do you and your friends have planned for the next few weeks?” his deep tones enquired.
Was this guy for real? He had just fucked me into the next decade never mind next week and he asks me that question!
I will share the first chapter of The Pastor Of Kink
CHAPTER ONE
“ Hey Girls” I sat down at the table in the diner with my four friends; it was coffee time and our weekly gossip session. A time when we ladies from the small women’s section of the only meeting house in our little township, could sit and discuss upcoming events. To be totally honest with you; our group was a select one so select it consisted of just us five.
Let me introduce you, first we have
Cathy, quiet little dormouse of the group, small and petite with short brown hair a neat little figure and amazing deep chocolate brown hair.
Roisin was our resident redhead, she really made the rest of us girls sick, she had beautiful long red curls with deep green eyes all topped off with fair skin and freckles, oh and the most delectable Irish accent you would ever hear.
Tess was our English rose, long blonde hair and deep blue eyes, legs that went on forever and a wicked sense of humour.
Becca was a raven haired hazel eyed bossy cow. Yes I know so cruel to be nasty about someone but it’s the truth; she has to be in charge of everything all the time.
That leaves me, Cassie six foot bronzed amazon, and I knew I looked hot most of the time. Ok I will be truthful; I am a plain Jane, only good thing I have going for me is my boobs and my personality. I am one of those girls where my boobs announce their arrival before the rest of me.
Now let me get back to telling you all about the townships excitement.
I sat down with the rest of the girls and waved to Betty our elderly waitress, she had been here forever, and never seemed to change. She sauntered over with her usual smile and coffee pot in hand. “Well girls have you seen him yet?”
“Seen who?” we all replied at the same time. Betty pushed her bum onto the only space left in our booth and leant forward “well girls it would seem we have a new Pastor, I haven’t seen him myself but Madge Green tells me he is a hottie” we all howled laughing Betty and Madge’s’ version of hot was completely different to ours.
Excitement buzzed through us all, it wasn’t very often we got new male blood in town, we all smiled as we thought about the rumor mill starting with stories about Betty and Madge with the Pastor.
I leant forward and lifted my coffee, I took a long slurp from the mug and looked down the diner, my eyes were drawn to a guy sat on a stool at the counter. I hadn’t seen him in here before; we were too far off the beaten track for it to just be a passer by so he must be here on a delivery. Yeah definitely judging by the muscles, probably up at the lumberyard.
“EARTH CALLING CASSIE COME IN CASSIE”
“What? What?” I replied, all four of them sat watching me, I realized my mouth was hanging open and I had drooled a little. I was more than just a little embarrassed; I could feel my cheeks burning but I could also feel a longing deep inside. It had been so long since I had been with anyone; in fact it had been 5 years. The whole reason I had moved back to Dullsville was because of Josh, he had used me to get at someone else, the someone else he had really wanted. I was the girl he used to make Carol Anne jealous; and it had worked. Only I was the one who was left to pick up the pieces of my broken heart. So I packed up my bags and moved back home.
Now I was sat with my friends drooling over a man I would never see again or ever be likely to have a chance with, he was well out of my league. He must be six feet tall, short well kept hair, muscles on top of his muscles and some extremely suggestive tattoos; and they were the ones I could make out.
I felt an elbow dig in my side and turned to see Cathy giving me a quizzical look “spill it lady” she ordered.
“Have you seen the guy at the counter? That man could get between my thighs at anytime of the day or night, in fact he could stay there all day and all night if he wanted” I motioned towards him with a tilt of my head.
I stifled a giggle as they all looked at him at same time; we sure didn’t have a reputation as being subtle. “Pick your tongue up off the floor Roisin you hussy”
“What do you mean by that bitch?” came her reply with that accent that could have any guy hard in seconds. We all laughed loudly drawing the attention of the sex god. He flashed one hell of a smile our way and you could of heard the orgasmic moan a mile away.
Cathy near exploded as she saw him get up off his stool and head our way. He stood and leant on the back of the booth giving us that smile once again. Did I mention yet that this guy had muscles on his muscles, all encased within a white t-shirt; his ass was enough to make us need a drool bucket.
“Good morning ladies” oh dear god that voice could melt the coldest of hearts. He leant forward and took Cathy by the hand “Pastor Trey Prescott, lovely to meet you”
WHAT!! He is the new pastor? Every one of us was now hanging onto his every word. I couldn’t help but splutter on my coffee; I coughed loudly as the hot liquid went down the wrong way; near jumping off my seat as he patted my back “you ok there beautiful?” I fanned myself as his warm voice raced through my senses, straight to my clit. I looked up into his crystal blue eyes and felt like I was about to drown in those pools of lust. I know it was wrong but I wanted this man like I had never wanted a man. I had never had that jolt of electricity chase through me from a mans’ voice. Imagine what he could do to me with his cock
“So which one of you beautiful ladies is the leader of your group?” his rich voice enquired. I felt the eyes of my four friends burn into me. Gathering my wits I looked up and was met by those eyes once again “Errr That would be me” I squeaked. Totally out of character for me, I am usually quick to respond to anyone, but this man had me completely overwhelmed by everything about him. I offered my hand and introduced myself “Cassie Walker” I gasped slightly as that spark shot through me at the touch of his hand. I was in trouble with this one.
“Miss? Or Mrs.?” he asked almost in a whisper “Miss” I replied in what I thought was a confident tone, but hearing the muffled laughter from the girls it was obviously pathetic to hear. “Well Miss Walker would you like to join me for coffee so you can tell me what you ladies have planned for the next few weeks? I like to keep up on events’ I looked upwards and whispered a mental prayer of thanks; we sure did need some new eye candy in this town. “Sure let me get my things” I smiled and grabbed my bag. Getting up from the booth I grinned at the others and was met by a chorus of “CALL ME LATER” Nosey bitches!
He stood as I approached where he was sat, grabbing my hand he lead me out of the diner and to his truck, opening the passenger door he helped climb in. Once he was in his seat he leant toward me, reaching for the seatbelt, he secured it and looked me straight in the eye. HOLY COW my insides turned to jelly. Before I could gather my senses, his mouth crashed into mine, his tongue hungrily dancing with mine. “Now lets start over” he whispered breathlessly. He placed the key in the ignition and pulled out of the space. Like I said I was in trouble with this one.
We pulled in by a house on the edge of town, this wasn’t the usual place the Pastor of our town would live in, I was confused by this. He strode round to my door and lifted me out the truck. He placed me down as he opened the door and lifted me in his arms again. I was surprised by his behavior, I thought we were going to have coffee; this was a strange coffee meeting if you ask me. He kicked the door closed behind us, before I had a chance to utter a word he had me pinned against the wall, his mouth continuing where it had left off, His hips pressed against mine, my eyes widened at how hard his cock had become and damn ladies I can tell you he was big, and I mean B I G!
I clenched my thighs together as I felt myself getting wetter down there. His hands roughly caressed my breasts as his kiss deepened. His right hand lifted my top, and then pulled my bra cup down. His mouth trailed kisses down to my nipple, sucking it in between his lips, he nibbled gently sending my senses soaring, a deep throated groan left me, He moved lower until he was on his knees before me. Great position for a Pastor I thought to myself. I was wearing a short denim skirt that showed my legs off to the full. His left hand traced its way up my thigh as his right grabbed the side of my panties and pulled hard. They gave way easily; he lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply. Dear god this man was on another level, I didn’t know if I was repulsed by this or turned on. I took a deep breath that caught in my throat as he nuzzled into my folds. “OH MY GOD” I was taken back by how fast this was moving, I really wanted to stop, really I did. OK I did but deep inside I wanted him to fuck me hard then I wanted to ride him like a pony.
I looked down and met those eyes briefly, my knees wobbled slightly as his tongue licked me from top to bottom, then he thrust it deep inside and groaned, the vibration near made me orgasm there and then. He kissed his way back up to my breast, bit my nipple hard then thrust his tongue into my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips, this was too damn hot to handle. His hand reached down and unbuttoned his jeans then his zip, he pushed hem down over his hips. Crap he had no pants on beneath them and his monster of a cock sprung free. He lifted me off my feet again and thrust himself hard into me. So hard I screamed at the shock. He fucked me hard; so hard my butt hit the wall with each thrust; I could feel the sweat running down my back, which added to the noise as my butt hit the wall. This went on for fifteen minutes, he didn’t slow the pace once. I had more orgasms in that time than I have had in a whole night with anyone else. I felt him twitch inside me as he plunged into me one last time; I swear I could feel the heat as he emptied himself into me.
“FUCK you didn’t use a condom”
“Cassie I am so sorry I was just so desperate to fuck you” came his reply. I blushed at his comment. He pulled me toward him again and kissed my lips tenderly. I glanced down in shock he was hard again already this man was unreal.
“Oh BABY don’t be thinking I have finished with you yet, that was just a taster of what I have to give and I intend to do lots of giving while you’re here”
HOLY FUCK I was going to be walking like John Wayne after this, but I don’t care. I WANT MORE A LOT MORE.
I pushed him away, and dropped to my knees. Leaning forward I closed my hand around the base of his cock and ran my tongue from base to tip, rolling my tongue around the head, he placed his hands behind my head and pushed himself deep into my mouth, gagging slightly, I opened wider, he thrust himself in and out, in and out. I tried to pull away but he was having none of that. Holding my head still he fucked my mouth over and over until he shouted out and filled my throat with his orgasm. Once he released the back of my head I fell forward resting my forehead against him, I had never ever had this kind of session.
Now yes reader I know you’re probably thinking surely he had finished now, well you’re wrong, he wanted more. He carried me up to his bedroom, where he removed the rest of my clothing before he stripped completely. This time he made the slow gentle moves taking me ever higher, as he felt my inner muscles begin to tighten, he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled up onto my knees, entering me again he started to fuck, and when I say fuck I mean OH MY GOD FUCK!!!!!!!!!! He grabbed my hair in one hand pulling my head back, his other hand found my clit; he rubbed it in a circular motion with firm pressure. All I could do was moan between gasps for breath, he felt like he was going deeper with each thrust, so deep it was painful yet not a bad pain, it was an intense erotic pain, it hurt yet I wanted it harder and deeper and was vocal about what I wanted. He grunted with each thrust until he quickened the pace we both panted between gasps for breath, he shuddered as I began to tremble, I gripped him hard and he stilled he came so hard I couldn’t hold it all. His bed wet with a mixture of our fluids.
I dropped to my stomach, unable to move, I was totally wasted, not one ounce of energy was left. He stood up and grabbed a towel, his hand between my legs as he dried me off, then himself. He disappeared downstairs and returned with juice for each of us.
“Now Miss Walker, just what kind of events do you and your friends have planned for the next few weeks?” his deep tones enquired.
Was this guy for real? He had just fucked me into the next decade never mind next week and he asks me that question!
Is there anything you find particularly challenging in your writing?
The main challenge is trying to not give everything all at once, it is so hard to not babble everything out in the first chapter.
Who is your favourite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
That would definitely have to be JA Huss, her style of writing keeps you enthralled, sexy, suspense, thriller name it she does it
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Actually staying totally focused, I am easily distracted, usually by my grandson Orion lol
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
To plan time to actually sit and work, it is so easy to lose your way if you're distracted to much
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Take the bull by the horns and do it! Sure its a rollercoaster ride but its fun. So what if you don't sell millions, and don't go into thinking you're the next EL James
If you weren't a writer, what do you think you'd be doing with yourself now?
Sitting here bored with life
What is your most embarrassing memory?
Getting very drunk while at a Sgts Mess dinner when we lived in Germany, on the transport that was taking us home I announced loudly that I felt sick. I was on crutches at the time after knee surgery, staggered off the bus, and yup I threw up all over a car, however the owner of the car was sat in it. Lots of apologies from a very embarrassed hubby and money to pay for it to be cleaned. Then I got stuck between the seat and the door of the bus as we were getting off once home.
And your most cherished?
My most cherished would be holding my grandson within minutes of his birth
Tell us something about you that not everybody knows?
An ancestor of mine is reputed to be the person who assassinated Abraham Lincoln
What's your favorite food/drink when you're in your writing cave?
Chocolate, chocolate and oh yeah CHOCOLATE
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you for reading my books and for your support :)
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The main challenge is trying to not give everything all at once, it is so hard to not babble everything out in the first chapter.
Who is your favourite author and what is it that really strikes you about their work?
That would definitely have to be JA Huss, her style of writing keeps you enthralled, sexy, suspense, thriller name it she does it
What was the hardest part of writing your book?
Actually staying totally focused, I am easily distracted, usually by my grandson Orion lol
Did you learn anything from writing your book and what was it?
To plan time to actually sit and work, it is so easy to lose your way if you're distracted to much
Do you have any advice for other writers?
Take the bull by the horns and do it! Sure its a rollercoaster ride but its fun. So what if you don't sell millions, and don't go into thinking you're the next EL James
If you weren't a writer, what do you think you'd be doing with yourself now?
Sitting here bored with life
What is your most embarrassing memory?
Getting very drunk while at a Sgts Mess dinner when we lived in Germany, on the transport that was taking us home I announced loudly that I felt sick. I was on crutches at the time after knee surgery, staggered off the bus, and yup I threw up all over a car, however the owner of the car was sat in it. Lots of apologies from a very embarrassed hubby and money to pay for it to be cleaned. Then I got stuck between the seat and the door of the bus as we were getting off once home.
And your most cherished?
My most cherished would be holding my grandson within minutes of his birth
Tell us something about you that not everybody knows?
An ancestor of mine is reputed to be the person who assassinated Abraham Lincoln
What's your favorite food/drink when you're in your writing cave?
Chocolate, chocolate and oh yeah CHOCOLATE
Do you have anything specific that you want to say to your readers?
Thank you for reading my books and for your support :)
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