12 August 2014


Tina Dawid is 26
and lives in Saint Louis, Missouri. This book was her therapeutic outlet for
the suicide of her only sibling Austin Dawid in 2011. Tina goes by the penn A.
Dawid to pay tribute to her brother Austin. Tina loves to read, spend time with
her parents and friends, and her dog Petey who truly saved her life.



Email: authoradawid@gmail.com


Tara David has been with Bryan for six years, and one night
when Tara has had enough Justin her brother is there by her side. This book
shows the love between siblings, the heartache of abusive relationships, loss,
and how one can come to count on the affections of men to get by. Tara David
has only known how to be a girlfriend and sister, but when her life changes
drastically, how will she react?

Nolen Wrexham is from a small town. He has been through a
lot just like Tara. He is a single dad whose mother has cancer. Will he be the
one to show her how to love again or will he just break her heart even more?

    “Come over here
with me, to the couch he said.” I did as he said, walking over to the big
fluffy brown couch. I sat down as did he, and I looked at him and said, “I love
how abrupt you are.” He smiled that one in a million smile at me and said,
“only with you. Do you know why?” I couldn't think of an answer, so I just
shook my head no. He moved a little closer to me and whispered, “Because I know
you want to be dominated in that way. You like it rough.” He was right. In all
the years and partners I had had I loved to be the submissive one. I wanted to
be controlled when it came to sex, but not when it came to my life. I looked
back at him and said, “So control me.” Within a second he was kissing me, but
it only lasted for a short second before he pulled away. “Get up and stand in front
of me.” I did as I was told, nervous and excited at the same time. “Now, I want
you to take an article of clothing off, one at a time.” I looked into his blue
eyes as I started to remove my t-shirt. He watched me intensely. “Now the shoes
and jeans.” When I started to unbutton my jeans he did the same, mimicking my
movements. I was so horny right at the moment I wanted to jump him right then
and there, but I also wanted to make him watch me and work for it. I slid my
jeans down my legs after slipping off my converse. Right as I was about to take
my bra off Nolen told me to stop, “let me look at you in those sexy panties and
matching bra. Come here.”  I walked
slowly towards him, and without hesitating he stood up, removed his shirt,
wiggled his jeans down his own legs, stepping out of them, and in one swift
movement picked me up off the ground and into his arms. I laughed as I said,
“where are you taking me?” He returned the laugh and said, “I’m taking you to
my bedroom, where I am going to fuck you so hard you’re going to want me to
never stop.”

        When we
entered his bedroom, he tossed me down on the bed, and I couldn't help but
giggle. He knew exactly what he was doing to me. “I want you,” I said in almost
a whimper. Nolen pushed me down on the bed and lowered himself onto me, holding
himself up not to put his full weight on me. He reached at the hem of my
panties and pulled them down, and said, “So beautiful.” I wanted to die right
then when he was just staring down at my pussy. He took one finger and traced
along the opening, teasing me, not putting much pressure on it at all. I could
feel his cock growing hard under his boxers. I reached my hand down to feel it,
and he grabbed my hand and flipped me over, pulling my legs toward him so my
ass was in the air. I heard him discard his boxers, and I could feel his cock
on my ass. He was rubbing it along the crack of my ass. “Please Nolen, fuck
me!” I was practically begging for it, but he continued to take his time. I
pushed my ass back against him, trying to get some sort of pressure there, but
he held onto my hips to steady me. He reached down between my legs, running his
fingers along my slit right over my clit moving fasters and faster in circles.
I could feel the wetness between my legs, and my orgasm building. “You are so
wet for me, baby,” Nolen said almost in a teasing tone. He knew he was
torturing me and he loved every minute of it. Abruptly I felt his tongue on my
asshole moving up and down, while he was still fingering my clit harder than before.
“Nolen, I can’t take it anymore, I’m going to….”

1. Tell us about your book/books? Regrets is a fictionalization of my journey of moving on from an abusive
relationship and the suicide of my only sibling Austin in 2011. Regrets dark
beginning turns into a beautiful love story.

2. How did you get started as a
I began reviewing books for blogs and then creating my own blog anddesign company and then I decided it was time to start writing myself. It was
very therapeutic to write Regrets. This book means a lot to me and I have
always loved to read, so why not start writing myself!

3. What’s a typical day like for
I usually work during the day, sometimes the evenings and then I come homeand spend time with my boyfriend.  I like
to spend my free time reading, watching movies, and just relaxing. I do write
on my off days or when inspiration hits me. I am currently working on my second
book called, “Her Professor.”

4. Describe your workspace.  I have a wood desk with a book shelf
attached. I usually do blog things on my desktop, but when I’m writing I use my
laptop so if I feel like writing in bed that’s where I am or if I want to go
outside and lay on my hammock under the maple tree that’s now huge that my
brother planet from a seed.

5. Favorite books? I have two
series that I love. First is Kerrelyn Sparks series called, “Love At Stakes,”
and Sylvia Day’s “Crossfire Series.”

6. Tell us 3 interesting things
about you.
I’m really boring. I’m a home body. I love to be home in sweat pantsjust watching tv, I’m extremely obsessed with my 90lb pitbull mix Petey, and if
you read Regrets you’ll know why, and I believe in spirits. I know that my
brother is around and he watches over me. I can feel it.

7. Favorite quote: “Keep moving
forward because backwards is not an option,” – Unknown

8. Best and worst part of being a
I love being able to express myself through words quietly, but it isalso give and take, sometimes nothing is there to express.

9. Advice to writers? “JUST DO IT!” 


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