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About the author:
Besides At Rope’s End, June is the author of five other published novels: Let Freedom Ring, Before We Fade Away (nominated for the Paranormal Romance Reviewer’s Choice Award in 2018), A Conflict of Time, Whatever It Takes, and There Was an Old Woman. She grew up in Ohio, graduating summa cum laude from Youngstown State University. She taught art before becoming a staff accountant for a CPA firm in Florida. In her younger years, she and her older daughter ran a forever home for neglected and abused animals. Now, an eighty-two-year-old woman, she spends her retirement writing and hanging out with what family
What inspired you to write your book?
Years ago, I saw a movie about a man who was trying to commit suicide but was interrupted by someone else in his building. I decided to take the same premise and develop it in a different direction.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“You wanna talk to me, Sherry?”
Her feeble speech sounded hoarse and gravelly. “Come a little closer, will you, Sonny? You know, I won’t bite. I had my chance that night in my bathroom, remember?”
He didn’t know how to respond to her little quip, so he dawdled closer to the bed, fearing his very presence might cause injury to her already emaciated body.
“A little closer, please. I can’t talk too loud. It hurts my throat.”
Christine pushed the chair from Sherry’s vanity table closer to the bed and ordered, “Sit, Sonny.” Then she left the room.
Hesitating, he finally rested his six foot three frame down on the chair next to Sherry’s diminutive form in the purple bed.
“Please take my hand, Sonny.”
He did as she requested, and an electric shock resonated through his body as he gently grasped her tiny, soft hand. Even in this weaken state, her touch sent wanton desire through him that he immediately had to curb.
In her strained voice, Sherry turned to him and confided, “How can I ever thank you for saving my life? You are my hero, Sonny Dankovic.” Her stunning blue eyes were glassy with tears, and with the little strength she had, she squeezed his mammoth hand.
He was speechless. This adorable angel of his dreams lay before him thanking him for something that to him was only second nature. Anyone would have done what he had done. Finally, when he found his voice, that’s exactly what he uttered. “Awe, Sherry, I didn’t do