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About the author:
Bethany Bloom is the author of The One Who Got Away and Shy Charlotte’s Brand New Juju. She writes love stories that leave the reader with a sense of hopefulness and happiness.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’m inspired by love stories of all kind– by the electricity we feel when we meet someone new, by men whose faces light up when they see their wives, by the incredible power that comes with knowing we are loved in the world.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Jake Lassiter felt a racing deep inside, and his chest lifted with more freedom and power than he’d felt in months. He was going to make it. He was actually going to make it out of here. Alone. His hands trembled as he flung open the door. And then… there she stood.
Elizabeth’s face was hard and unflinching. Waves of buttermilk blonde tumbled around her face as she pushed at his chest.
“Seriously? Now? You’re leaving?” Her eyes blazed as she jerked her hand toward the suitcase. “You were just going to sneak out of here?”
How could someone so breathtaking be so exasperating? Elizabeth thought everything was under her control, but it wasn’t. Lucky for her she was so adorable when she was angry. Her wide, smooth lips were so hypnotic that Jake sometimes forgot to listen to what she was saying, even when she was yelling.
“With all the progress we’ve made…you’re willing to throw it all away?” she demanded. “All the risks you’ve taken?”
His reply was even, unhurried. “I’ve got to go, Elizabeth. I just do.”
“It could put you in a lot of danger.”
He smirked at her, and she let out an embittered sigh. Then he tilted his head and jerked it to the right, a silent demand for her to move aside.
“Well, Miranda isn’t going to like it.” She folded her arms.
“So don’t tell her.”
“How is she not going to know? And what if someone finds out? Everyone knows you now. Everyone recognizes you.”
“I’ll be back in seventy-two hours. That’s all the time I need. And I’m not going to tell anyone. Trust me.” He squared his shoulders at her.
“Seventy-two hours, Jake. If you’re not back here in seventy-two hours, I’m coming to get you.”
He shrugged. “Now,” he said, his eyes flashing. “Kindly move out of my way.”
Elizabeth stepped aside and twisted her hands together. “Just… tell me why you’re doing this. You hardly even know this guy. Why—all of a sudden—are his bachelor party and his wedding so damn important? So important that you’re willing to risk…everything?”
He shook his head and kept moving. It wasn’t the groom who was so important. It was the groom’s sister. It was Jess. And this would be his only opportunity. This was it.