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By night, I'm a bartender at your local dive.
By day, I'm sitting at the library behind my laptop with a gallon of coffee writing stories inspired by these amazing characters who I've met along the way.
I live in the woods with my two rottweilers and my husband, and try to get out for a trail run a couple times a week. My favorite things to write about are mountain men and motorcycle clubs, and my current series is a combination of both!
Here is a short sample from the book:
I turn around to see who’s talking to me, and my brain turns to mush. He’s gorgeous. Tall and built, with a scruffy black beard covering his chiseled jawline. His eyes are as black as the night sky. Tight jeans, leather cut, one hundred percent trouble waiting to happen. Nothing wrong with a man in uniform, even if that uniform means “I’ll break your heart and steal your wallet.”
I instantly feel self-conscious in my leggings and t-shirt. I was so worried about getting Olive perfectly presentable that I didn’t even think about myself.
“Slow your roll, sister,” I think. I’m in no mental state for even a one-night stand with this big bad wolf. I can still enjoy looking at him, though.
“What are you doing out here by yourself?” he asks. “Where’s your old man?”
“In jail!” I want to say. But that’s probably a little too much too soon.
“I don’t have one. I’m actually just waiting for a friend.”
“Oh. Do I know you?”
“I don’t think so.” I stand up and offer him my hand. “I’m Sloan.”
Bad move. Now we’re touching. Olive is wrong. My lady parts are not broken at all. Now I’m just being crazy. I don’t even know this person. For all I know, he could be a murderer, or even worse, married. My mind is screaming run away, but my legs won’t move.
“I’ll get out of here,” I say.
“You should stay.” He sits down on the rock and motions for me to join him. “I’m Gavin, by the way.”
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