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My lovely fiance found it one day while we were cleaning, and asked me what it was all about. So I started telling him about the story, and as I’m talking, it develops into this larger narrative… And yep, you guessed it, I wrote it down. I worked on it for months, and spent even more months editing.
What inspired you to write your book?
A dream I couldn’t shake off!
Here is a short sample from the book:
An hour later, close to midnight, Vivienne crossed the roundabout and arrived by the fountain. Sébastien was there, standing up from its edge when they were in close proximity. He extended a hand, almost as if to reach for her, but appeared to think better of it, and dropped it.
“You came,” he murmured, almost as if not trusting she would have. Without the noise of the crowd, the full effect of his voice permeated, and the young woman shivered at the husky tone tugging on her senses.
Vivienne melted the closer she got to him. She had never had such a reaction to a man, an impression of completeness as though he was a missing piece, and the world was set right just by being close by.
It was freaking her out, and she tried not to anticipate what her parents would say about meeting an unfamiliar man in a secluded place, in the middle of the night.
All these musings crossed Vivienne’s head, yet they were still staring at each other. The night was silent, with no one else around. Even the alleyways from the roundabout were deserted.
Their eyes collided, and that instant connection hit them both. Vivienne heard Sébastien’s intake of breath, and her own lips parted in response.
“Is this crazy?” she wondered passed the dry throat, clogged with emotion. She bit her bottom lip, shifting on her feet, and something softened in his countenance.
There was so much in that one gaze, but all Sébastien did was reach for Vivienne’s wrist, and gather her close. She tipped her head back to meet his eyes, and noticed the clenched jaw, as though he was aiming for restraint.
When her eyes lowered to his lips, Sébastien gave a small groan, bent her head back over his arm and kissed her, tenderly at first, allowing plenty of time to shove him away.
“If this is crazy, or an illusion, I’d rather never wake up,” Sébastien confessed against her lips, pressing her tight, the graze of his mouth against hers changing in intensity, and Vivienne clung to him as though he was the rock in the midst of a tornado.
The urgency from her flashback was there, barely held back, in the tightness of his body. She longed to ask him, dispute it, but all she could do was give in. He was the breath of life she did not realize was missing.
When Sébastien paused, minutes later, Vivienne moaned in displeasure. He withdrew away, barely a width of space between their lips. “Tell me if I should stop.”
She shook her head in denial, voicing the only question that mattered, “Do you want to?”
“Never. I’ve waited too long for this.”
And she needed nothing more – tonight would be enough. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she gave in to the sinking sensations.