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About the author:
Ivy Smoak is an entrepreneur with very fickle tendencies. After much encouragement from her fiancé, she finally decided to dive into her true passion and began writing erotic novels. She lives with her fiancé in Philly.
What inspired you to write your book?
The Christmas spirit took over my mind! I couldn’t resist writing a romance based around the holidays. And who doesn’t love a book about second chances?
Here is a short sample from the book:
I turned around to see who had said my name and I had to focus on not letting my jaw drop. My high school crush. The one that I always day dreamed about in class. The one that I thought didn’t know I existed. I cleared my throat. “Tucker Mills?” I felt like I was transported back to high school. Was he seriously talking to me? I looked around but there was no one else in the store. Especially not with my name. I was so glad that I hadn’t changed out of the nice skirt I had worn to church. Otherwise I’d be wearing ridiculous Christmas pajamas right now, and that would have been an absolute disaster.
He smiled and walked over to me. “You know, I always thought you had the coolest name in our class.”
Really? I laughed. “Well, you were the coolest person in our class.” Why did I just say that? I’m so lame.
He smiled again and looked down at my basket. “Flour and wine? What are you making?”
“My mom is making Christmas cookies. And I’m just trying to survive the holidays. But I’m probably going to need more wine than this.”
“That bad, huh?”
“I’d say I’d need at least two bottles a day to survive.” He looked even more handsome now than he had in high school. He was wearing nice jeans and an expensive looking wool coat. He had clearly made something of himself. His brown hair was now smoothed to one side, making him look sophisticated and more grownup than I remembered. But he still had the same heartwarming smile and piercing brown eyes. Those two things hadn’t changed at all. Except that they were currently directed at me.
“So your plan is to get shitfaced for the holidays? That sounds fun. But it doesn’t sound like you at all.” He smiled again.
I wasn’t really sure why he remembered my name, let alone remembered that I had never gone to a high school party. I was too busy studying. Or maybe I was too busy not being invited. Tucker and I had a few classes together, but we had never even talked. “Well, Tucker Mills, I don’t think you ever knew me that well.”