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Sandra Sinclair has been a professional writer for years, but after spending most of her career writing marketing copy, she thought it was finally time to follow her passion, which thankfully for us involves igniting her readers’ passion as well. Teaming up with Steam Books Erotica & Romance, Sandra’s ready and willing to make her readers feel the love and lust of her prose.
Sandra has a degree in Journalism and had once created storylines for a professional video game, but her true calling is being one of the talented sirens of erotica.
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Once in the guest room, I’d changed out of my day clothes and into a set of floral print pajamas. If there was any chance of Matt being attracted to me before, it’d be gone the second he saw me in this eyesore. My body was tired, but my mind was too active for any sleeping to take place. I was in a stranger’s home – a nice, kind, hospitable stranger, but still a stranger – miles away from my own household. I figured I would be in for it this week, but the Karma gods made sure I got one hell of an appetizer in the form of my car troubles before the main course – the reunion.
I heard Matt walk past and enter the adjacent room. I was sorting through old e-mails on my laptop when the sound of squeaking faucets and water hitting against the porcelain tub floor distracted me – not an aural distraction, but a delicious visual of water cascading down his chiseled body.