By Eva LeFoy
They say write what you
know. In a lot of ways that means start with yourself. Take the parts of the
story from your personal life experiences. For many women, personal life
experience includes NOT being a size 4 or 6 or 8. Is there anything wrong with
that? Heck no!
Many women look in the
mirror and think there’s a problem. After all, we’ve been bombarded with
Twiggy-sized models on TV and in magazines for years. We’ve been taught being
bigger is bad, but women authors are beginning to speak out. It’s time to write
what we know and add our voices to the mix.
I believe many women can
relate to my Sweet Cravings heroine, Violet. She’s hippy. She’s got thunder
thighs. She’s not slim-cut. And she has a lot of insecurities about herself.
But when you get down to her heart, she’s basically a Big Beautiful Woman. And
it’s a shocker when Chef Max comes along and tells her he prefers her that way.
Here’s Violet in a
moment of insecurity:
“Your dress is getting ruined.” Gawd, even his smirk was sexy.
I didn’t even think about my black dress getting covered with fluffy
whiteness, but apparently his brain cells functioned better than mine at the
moment. He gently pushed me back until I stood there in front of him, panting,
probably looking like an overheated, giant cupcake. Before I could whine, he
shushed me, and spun me around. His hands worked my zipper, and my dress
opened. It slipped to the floor with little provocation, leaving me in my bra
and panties. The refrigerated air hit my skin and I shivered, my nipples
hardened to stiff peaks under my thin bra.
For a few beats, I heard only silence behind me and started to worry.
Maybe Mom was right, I’d had too many desserts over the years and he didn’t
like what he saw…. I was about to turn around and tell him, “That’s okay, don’t
trouble yourself,” when his knees hit the tile floor behind me and hot breath
slashed a trail right above my panties. My legs went weak, and my heart sang
hallelujah.
A tantalizing tongue dragged a searing trail down my lower back and over
my tailbone, where it dipped below the panty line. The chef’s succulent lips
paused to press a kiss, and I shivered as liquid heat surged through my core.
Wetness I’d never experienced before drenched my panties, leaving me
breathless. He blazed a path down my cleft and roughly tugged the remaining
fabric away.
She’s about to call off
the whole thing, but then … Chef Max surprises her. He’s into it. He’s digging
her. All of her.
If you want to see what
Chef Max does next, check out my blog
to read another section of this sex scene. And don’t worry about the calories.
Today they’re on me!
Sweet Cravings is
available here: Amazon U.S. / Amazon UK / Barnes
and Noble / All Romance Ebooks
Happy reading!
Eva Lefoy
Bio:
Eva Lefoy writes and reads all kinds of
romance, and is a certified Trekkie. She’s also terribly addicted to chocolate,
tea, and hiking. One of these days, she’ll figure out the meaning of life, quit
her job, and go travel the galaxy. Until then, she’s writing down all her dirty
thoughts for the sake of future explorers.
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