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About the author:
Self published romance author. Mother. I have a day job that I hate, but it pays the bills. Reading and writing provide an escape from the depressing ugliness of my chosen profession.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’m Canadian. I wanted to write a romance with my beautiful country as a backdrop.
Here is a short sample from the book:
As soon as I climbed into the backseat, I knew there would be a lot of cold showers in my near future. Craig’s little sister was not how I remembered her. Not at all. Nope. Cheyenne Carson was all grown up. And she was hot. Fucking hot. And totally off limits.
“Hi, Abraham,” she said, her soft, smooth voice like melting butter in a warm pan.
“Wow. How long has it been?” I licked my lips as my eyes scanned her face. Long blond hair, cornflower blue eyes, luscious pink lips. My eyes travelled down her long, lithe body, pausing briefly at her chest. Plump, round breasts filled out her pink tank top, with just enough cleavage to give me a glimpse of the supple creamy flesh underneath. And her legs. Holy fuck. Tanned, muscular and they went on for miles. I wondered how tall she was. It was hard to tell when she was sitting down.
“Seven years,” she replied with a shy smile as she caught me checking her out.
“You grew up,” I said, picking my jaw up off the floor. And out. In all the right places.