Scarlett Chase is a book dragon who takes breaks from reading to write new stories and eat all the food she can get her hands on. She writes Romance with spice and Fanfiction that vary in degrees of heat and naughtiness. Don’t let the number of titles under her belt fool you, she is ready to unleash more books to the world and invite readers to read new stories and characters. You know, just as soon as they let themselves be written.
When she isn’t busy devouring her next book or typing in a frenzy, she loves to watch tv shows and movies, explore the world around her one restaurant or new experience at a time, and dance whenever the mood strikes. She also takes a book and notebook with her everywhere she goes because you never know when the inspiration will hit.
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Just a Taste (F*ck the Patriarchy story) Blurb
It’s been a year…one whole year since my roommate Roban moved in. I’ve spent every day of this year being relentlessly teased by a combination of the gorgeous man living with me and my own insatiable brain. I wasn’t sure, at first, if he was interested in me. But, a girl can learn a lot in a year, especially one with my unique skill set. My kinky senses are tingling and they’re telling me that tonight might be the right time for this Domme to break in a new playmate.
Just a Taste Excerpt
“Thank you for cooking these, Lina.” He takes his first bite and groans again enthusiastically nodding. “And thank you for not burning our mouths with some sauce that’s surface of the sun hot. Damn, these are good.”
“You’ll never let that one go, will you?” I ask, rolling my eyes and taking a bite.
Roban shakes his head slowly, a smirk on his face and laughter in his eyes. “Nope,” he says and takes another bite.
I swallow and lean forward. “It’s your fault! Who asks someone who is clearly drunk to make fresh salsa to go with chips?”
He covers his mouth as he laughs then clears his throat. “Someone who is also quite drunk. It seemed like a good idea at the time until you put 50 billion peppers in there.”
“It was only one or two more, but you’re right. That salsa had no business being that hot.” I start laughing hard as I remember how we tried to frantically stop the burn and Roban starts laughing with me. “Remember…you yelled ‘Ketchup!… Scooby Doo used ketchup!’…but I couldn’t find it…” I start laughing too hard to finish my thought.
“I almost cried. My mouth was on fire,” says Roban before laughing so hard his laugh goes quiet.