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About the author:
Welcome to L.R. Starrs's author page. She is a romantic suspense writer with a penchant for private investigator heroines, assassins, and complex hot baddies who you hate to love.
L.R. Starr is a lover of mysteries, witty dialogue, suspense, romance, and fantasy. If you like to travel through your books strap in for the ride she'll take you across the country.
When she's not I'm writing she's usually exploring, and coming up with yet another devious plot or pursuing her other love which is painting and drawing. Enjoy the bedlam friends!
What inspired you to write your book?
I've always loved to read. I was the kid under the covers with a flashlight. I was the bookworm tucked in the corner of Barnes and Noble with a coffee and a book. I've always loved the way writers created worlds to escape into. It's been a refuge of sorts. I've been writing for the last four years but didn't take it seriously until the last two years. I was focused on other creative pursuits. The spark came for this book at a creative writing meet up years ago when we were asked to create a character around a magazine cutout. That's when one of my characters; the supermodel Evana emerged. The others built around that and the book slowly came to life.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Crisp white shirt, slightly open at the top, a clean fresh linen scent wafted through my nose. What was that? Three o’clock shadow, muscular lean build, not too much. Just right. Navy blue slacks. Diamond cufflinks. Dark chestnut hair, and cool blue eyes that resembled jagged icebergs. You could drown in those icy depths. I cast my gaze away, as he pierced me with his. He resembled a sleek and silent tiger as he approached. A simple smile. Sexy, seductive, and cheeky rolled into one.
“And to whom do I owe the pleasure of your presence?” A dry high-pitched cough left my lips. I sounded very much like a wounded chipmunk. Where was the hole to shrink into when you needed it? These intense feelings surfacing in me couldn’t be possible. Especially not for this guy.
“Oh, hi.” I held out a stiff hand; very formal. An attempt to put ample distance between me and him. My last date was with a retired cop. He wanted to take me on a fishing date with his buddies. No thanks. Probably should have taken him up on it. He seemed a helluva lot safer than this guy, now that I thought about it.