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Roxy Matthews, a member of the Silverleaf Writers Guild, is a self published author of nine works to date, including full length novels, novellas, and short story collections.
Her work has been featured in Suspense Magazine and several anthologies, including ‘The Way Through’ by Polar Expressions Publishing and The Charmed Writers Flash Fiction Anthology 2019.
In 2018 Roxy Matthews was named one of Canada's best writers of the year by Polar Expressions Publishing giving her the boost she strived for.
Throughout the years Roxy Matthews has never swayed from her dream of publication, nor allowed the hundreds of denials dissuade her. Instead she continues to push forward with hard work and determination while putting her best written voice forward for her beloved readers to enjoy.
What inspired you to write your book?
I started writing many, many moons ago. I always thought I was the next VCAndrews (my favorite author as a child). It was after years of work that I realized I was far from where I needed to be if I wanted to count myself in the ranks of such great talent. So I wrote, researched, learned, and pushed forward.
McBride's Gem ended up being my fourth full length novel, my fourth attempt at getting this whole 'writing' thing done right. After some fabulous reviews including one from InD'Tale Magazine, I think I'm getting closer to that coveted spot on bookstores worldwide.
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Here is a short sample from the book:
"Just so you know—I don’t find it foreign to see a woman of your caliber,” he paused, those intense eyes perusing her petite form once more. “Comfortable in this element.” He leaned closer, lips inches away. “What I do find exotic though, is the sight of one independent woman bent over on the highway displaying her polka dot panties.”
Randi’s mouth dropped open, her earlier biting words forgotten. Her hands whipped behind her back. In seconds, she confirmed her worst nightmare—the waist of her suit pants was stretched down, sitting extremely low on her hips. Her fingers felt cute satin where polyester should have been.
Wonderful. She sighed knowing she’d mooned every passerby since her first heave-ho on the tire iron.
“Well,” she cleared her throat, resuming her tough stance and narrowed brow. “I’m glad you enjoyed the show. I can only hope you're not the kind of man who drives up and down the highway in search of a damsel in distress to save.” She crossed both arms over her chest. “Heck, my tire blew for no reason. Maybe you even placed booby traps out here, hoping to snare one.”
The man tilted his head back and roared in laughter, before turning those deep dark oil pools onto her, one brow hitching. “Booby traps, really? That’s the kind’a man you think I am, Miss Independent? A highway creeper? And gee, I didn’t even jump your bones after the show I got.”
The fun wink he threw caught her breath, disorienting Randi from the anger she fought to keep front and center.
Handsome, charming men were dangerous. After all, a man just like him was the reason she was on the side of the road, alone, with only her limited tire-changing skills and a streak of bad luck.
“Well, you wouldn’t be the first good-looking, crazy guy I’ve ever tangled with,” she spat, but as the words fell from her mouth she wished she could pull them back.
She just admitted to thinking he was handsome. Damn. She sighed once more.
Clearly, her gawker was amused as his grin widened. “Who was inspecting who?” He teased before taking a step towards his sleek, black SUV that glistened as the sun kissed it. He stopped, peered over one broad shoulder. “You stay away from those booby traps, Miss Independent.”
Before she could react, the man rounded his black Chevy Tahoe and jumped back in behind the wheel. With a wave, he shifted the four-wheel drive into gear and drove away from the side of the road, kicking up puffs of dust in his wake.
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