Jenny Penn
Throughout my life, I’ve always been an avid reader. Reading fed my need to dream and fantasize about what could be. As a latchkey kid I’d spend hours at the library earning those shiny stars the librarian would paste up on the board after my name.
I credit my grandmother’s yearly visits as the beginning of my obsession with romances. When she’d come, she’d bring stacks of romance books, the old fashioned kind that didn’t have sex in them. Imagine my shock when I went to the used bookstore and found out what really could be in a romance novel.
I’ve been writing stories for years and have found a particular love of erotic romances. In this genre, women are no longer confined to a stereotype and plots are no longer constrained to the rational. I love the anything goes mentality and letting my imagination run wild.
I hope you enjoyed running with me and will consider picking up another book and coming along for another adventure.
“Slade just shrugged. His lips folded in, he watched her with the sameexpression a priest might look at a man as he took his long walk to theelectric chair. Bastard.”
“If you look at anotherwoman, I’ll rip your eyes out. Touch one and I’ll cut off your hands. Kissher and I’ll sever your tongue from your mouth.“You don’t want to know what I’ll do if I find out your dick gotanywhere near another woman. So the choice is yours, you can live life as ablind, mute eunuch with stubs at the end of your arms or you can close theclub...”
“We mourn for the dead, but it's a selfish act. It may be a tragedy that so many young lives are lost to us, but it's our tragedy alone because they are at peace.”