Always on the hunt for the uncommon things in life, award-winning author Sheri Fredricks thrives on creating adventures in her mythological kingdom.
A former engineering secretary, Sheri lives on California’s beautiful central coast. “I wanted to move away from inflexible right angles and create an unboxed world with no boundaries.” A voracious reader since her early years, Sheri found her brain crowded with stories and characters of her own. “Ultimately,” she says, “my husband encouraged me to write them all down.”
Sheri loves to spend time at home. A computer hutch keeps her focused on creating stories, but the panoramic view of life on a ranch will call her outside to play in the sun.
10 secrets about Sheri Fredricks
- I can pick up frogs and earthworms, but I’m scared of insects.
- My hair is long because I’m afraid to cut it.
- Shocking pink is my favorite color.
- I never went to the Jr. or Sr. prom because no one ever asked me.
- Five is my favorite number.
- My favorite food is sushi.
- I type 90 wpm.
- I prefer crunchy peanut butter over creamy.
- Twenty days after we buried my father-in-law, I woke up and saw his ghost kiss my husband’s forehead. Then he walked out of our bedroom.
- My first horse was named Polka-dots.
Portals of Oz By: Sheri Fredricks
Warning strong sexual content in excerpt…May experience hot flashes and require a cold shower
The wood floor lay unforgiving beneath his knees, yet he hardly felt its bite as he slid lower over Abelia’s body. When his eyes were even with her glistening sex, Jack removed his hand and in a quick movement, replaced it with his mouth. He sealed his lips to the lips of her sex, and sweet nectar tantalized his tongue. Craving more, he licked and sucked, stroking her receptive body closer to climax.
“Should I make you come, sweetheart?” His voice echoed in the empty room as a thought occurred to him. “Can I make you come? Are you different from humans that way?”
“Please, Jack.” She gasped, her green eyes glittering like emeralds, filled with need as impatient as his own.
He doubted she was conscious of anything but what her sleek body cried out for, but her eyes were focused on him. He knew she saw him, saw the need within him.
“Please…” she repeated on a moan.
If he didn’t get in her soon, he’d crawl out of his bloody skin. His cock was full, throbbing, ready to explode. Jack leaned up and sat back on his heels, easing the zipper down past the lump.
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