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Inspired by Night

By L E May

Inspired by Night
Paperback, 358 pages paperback Online Price:
£12.99
ISBN: 9781783753192
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 22nd August 2014

EPUB, 358 pages ebook Online Price:
£1.99
ISBN: 9781783752751
Imprint: Xcite Books
Published: 3rd February 2015

Category: Contemporary, Erotic Novels

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Olivia Jones is a nerd. The computer programmer doesn’t get out much, preferring to spend her time playing video games and watching movies. While she is successful and intelligent, she is also anti-social and sexually naive. Steven Teller has just graduated and landed his dream job working for Olivia. He’s young, handsome, and full of enthusiasm. He’s eager to impress his new boss, but employment isn’t the only thing he wants from Olivia.


An online introduction to Steven’s friend, Chris Knight, leads the two of them to start exchanging flirtatious emails and instant messages and while his attention flatters Olivia, his personal questions both shock and intrigue her. It’s not long before Chris encourages Olivia to explore her body and her sexuality under his guidance. All the while, Steven’s feelings for her make themselves known, and Olivia is torn between the mysterious, enigmatic stranger she met online, and the charismatic young man right in front of her. 

It was the knocking that woke me up: quiet at first, then more insistent. Who would want to speak to me at that hour? Hardly anyone ever called round; I sometimes wondered if anyone actually knew where I lived. If I died in my sleep no one would find me until the landlord came round to complain about late rent payments.

As I woke up fully, the knocking became louder and faster, interspersed with a gentle moaning noise. I groaned. My neighbour. I’d never met my neighbour but I knew more about her sexual desires than I knew of my own. I closed my eyes again and waited for the words. They were always the same: ‘Faster, oh yes! Yes, just like that, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.’

Sounds like he’s doing just that, love, I thought.

I don’t know what compelled me to lie in bed listening to my neighbour achieve her orgasm. Envy, perhaps? To say it had been a while was a major understatement – I was practically a born-again virgin. It had been so long since that door opened I was sure it had sealed over. It wasn’t that I didn’t get offers – well maybe not so much lately – but I was reasonably sure I could probably have had the varied, exciting sex life my neighbour enjoyed if I’d wanted to. I’d always found sex a bit awkward, though. I didn’t really like talking about it; I verged on the prudish and for the last few years I’d found it less stressful to just avoid it completely.

I dragged myself out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. I’m not much of a morning person and working for myself usually gave me the freedom to roll into work whenever I wanted, but I was officially becoming an employer and I wanted to make a good impression. Well, not a good impression as such, the right impression. Not that I had any idea what that meant, exactly. I figured it couldn’t hurt to be there before he arrived at least and appear as though I had this running a business thing down to a fine art.

I didn’t, of course. When I started out, I’d had no intention of running the type of business that employed people but my last job got quite a bit of attention and suddenly I was the hottest programmer in London. Seemed stupid to turn down the work when it could be contributing to my early retirement fund, or that little house in the country I’d been secretly dreaming about sharing with Mr Right. But I could only take on so much by myself, so it was time to bring in reinforcements.

It always took me a long time to get ready for work. It wasn’t that I took a great deal of care over my appearance, I could never be bothered doing anything with my hair, which is long and thick and hangs in that undecided limbo between straight and curly which borders frizzy. On a good day, I would throw my head upside down between my knees and scrunch a bit of spiral curl serum into the tresses, but most days I just piled it into a knot on top of my head. It had to be a really special occasion for me to get the hair straighteners out and even then, I had to plead with my best friend Ruth to straighten it for me. This was done with caution, however, because Ruth could never stop at my hair, and before I knew it I would be all trussed up like a doll and feeling pretty stupid, as though I was in fancy dress … as a drag queen.

That’s unfair actually. Ruth always looks good and tries her best to guide me with my fashion choices, but I just don’t feel comfortable unless I’m in jeans and a T-shirt. 

L E May

When she was 9 years old, L.E. May's teacher set a homework assignment to write a sentence that demonstrated herunderstanding of the word ‘ambition’. She wrote, “When I grow up, I want to be an author, like Jackie Collins.”

She has always pursued a more creative career. Following university she lived in London, working in a few music industry companies. When she moved back to Liverpool she started working in a communications role, focusing on digital media and eventually, following redundancy in 2011, she started my own business, providing website design, graphics and film/animation services.

She spends her spare time watching TV, supporting Liverpool FC and playing video games with her equally nerdy boyfriend and their two cats. She also eats an awful lot of pizza.

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