Wise in the ways of the world, Susan puts away her childish things, including coning off the boy next door. And he's not liking it either! So without the appeal of buff, his BLING so immature, Jeff takes matters in hand, but quickly learns his inventions, spiteful actions of a cast-off lover, are no match for the new man in her life.
Fooled into believing her new career is on the up and up, Susan soon wants off the merry-go-round, out of porn, but not without him-the heartstrings now yearning for a different guy. And if that's not love than somebody better tell her what is!-Because her enflamed brush is only splashing out happy clouds now, her ecstasy so controlling that she's not wanting to make mention of the cougar whose mature experience and seduction are all so sweet on the same flame-further fraught with the tissues of lies a meddling aunt has revealed in anger. So paramount a think up of dark behavior here, that its readers exhibit unpreparedness; falling on them is what's beyond what is marked out-the truth! Will Susan be blessed every step of the way and succeed in life and love or will the deprivation shake her trust and be so wantonly wowed that she's left coupling without ever connecting?
With Come after Me, readers will find believable authenticity attached to each of the fictitious roles which will draw them into the story and latter find out that their emotions have been stirred.
Warning! The moving novel, 'Come after ME' involves unrevealed stimuli that purposely affects below the threshold of consciousness; unrealized by sleight of what's perceptible text!
Prologue: Hello! I'm Susan, the heroine of Billy-John's novel; wasn't it awesome, reading Marilyn's love letter I mean, poking our nose into her erotic business so secret like and all? Wonder what he looks like? Hey, I admit it. I am so given to any form of snooping!
Susan is referencing a promotional campaign, whereby copies of Marilyn's private love letter were mailed out, her penned feelings scattered far and wide, all across the country-hopefully drawing some favorable attention to Billy-John's new book, 'Come after Me'.Susan didn't happen to mention that she stole the woman's-shoots from the heart-right out of her personal safety deposit box did she?-Of course not! She knows full well that her conduct need not be judged if enough people partake in the deliciousness of what she snuck. And for those unfortunate diehard romantics who missed out, a copy of the letter is included within each book.
Well, after seeing the author's eraser being exhibited in a menacing way, I suddenly feel compelled to speak with you on behalf of all the cast; memorable characters whose stream of imagery will stage the show that's going to deliver your draw with the intimacy it shares-not discounting the salty hook, entertaining exuberance, cool excitement, or any of the splendid thematic considerations that's deliciously waiting for you.
And ladies, I can tell you that my paramount role, culled to champion our gender in the story, is only more dimensional and more powerful because it is in fact a female led thriller, a female led romantic journey whose emphasis is greatly on love-dripping with so much emotional content that the books spleen is a swamp of passion, such that it can't segue, for the descriptive writing constantly whelms you with splashes of womanly luxunance, all to it creating pell-mell for him-the supposedly stronger sex who's reading over your shoulder, perhaps
