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Sierra is a dreamer, fun loving, a hopeless romantic, and believes fairy tales can come true. Even though she looks young, she is thirty years old. Sierra enjoys spending time with her husband of ten years and her wonderful children, ages 6 – 10. She has two cats and one dog. Sierra enjoys going to book clubs, camping, horseback riding, hiking, reading, jogging, and swimming. She lives on a small ranch in Texas and never misses her morning ride with her black and white horse named Saddie.
What inspired you to write your book?
There was a story that I knew needed told.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He pinned my wrists up against the wall with a wicked grin as I stared into his eyes and the sexual tension brewed between us. I guess it’d always been there, but he’d been too busy banging anything that moved and I was too busy being the one girl he never noticed in that way. Not anymore clearly.
He leaned closer and whispered in my ear, “You know what, sweetie? I’ve gotten quite good over the years. You’ll never pin me beneath you again.”
“Aw, shucks. Does that mean I never get to ride on top?” I asked in a sultry voice.
His hands ran back up my sides. “You’ll never beat me again, not in fencing or in mind games. I know you’re not here to seduce me though. Tell me, luv, why the hell you’re sneaking around my place in the dark.”
“I’ll never beat you again? My, my, aren’t we a little competitive? I didn’t mean to emotionally scar you when you couldn’t take me down all those years ago.”
“Just answer the damn question, Jaime. What do you want?”
I ran a finger down his cheek. “Maybe I never got over you.”
“Maybe we’re two unperfect people refusing to give up on each other,” I whispered in his ear.
“Stop it. You never had a crush on me. We established that long ago, and it’s bullshit. We used to talk for hours, and I know your deepest darkest secrets. I know how you operate, so maybe you’d better move on to Plan B if you hope to accomplish whatever you’re really up to.”
“Maybe I didn’t let myself have a crush because you noticed every other girl but me.”
His lips hovered dangerously close. “I notice you now.”
“It’s a little damn late for that now.”
“So you’re not here to declare your undying love?”
I laughed sharply. “Not a chance. But you do have nice, rock-hard abs.”
“So why are you here in my house dressed like a thief?” he asked. “I know you too well, darling. You have an ulterior motive. What is it you’re up to exactly?”
I shrugged, then shook my head. “I came here to get my damn money back.”
“Ah. So the truth comes out at last.”
“How could I ever lie to you, baby? Please don’t be mad. And please don’t call the cops.”
He pulled me close and I could feel the thick, impressive bulge between his legs.
“I’ll think about it long and hard,” he said.
I batted my lashes at him. “What I did was wrong. And I’m sorry. But please don’t be hard on me.”
Being pinned up against his big and powerful body was more than I could take. He was rock-hard and ready, and I could feel the heat radiating from him. I felt his intense need to fuck me senseless.
My heart beat wildly.
“You broke in here, but I don’t get it,” he said. “Stealing is not your style at all. Maybe we need to dig deeper.”
“Much deeper. Listen, I don’t know what you think of me after all these years, but I hope it’s X-rated.”
“Cut the shit! I can always see right through you. So was this heist planned…so you could take exactly $1,000 from me?”
“You know me, I just wanted to come out on top.”
He shot me a devilish grin. “Yeah, nothing is sexier than that.” I swatted his arm and he continued. “You’ll get paid in good time.”
“Great. And I expect interest too,” I said sweetly.
“That wasn’t our original agreement,” he chided.
“You didn’t pay up, so I’m adding interest. Twenty-five percent interest to be precise.”
“Worse than my damn credit card.” He shook his head. “I can’t believe you came here to rob me.”