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About the author:
She is the author of the Holton romance series and The Good, a contemporary fantasy novella. She loves reading books, writing books, and traveling wherever and as often as time and money allows. She is currently working on her latest book set in Texas, where she lives with her sisters and her cat, Darcy.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love to write and have been writing most of my life. Reading good books by other authors inspires me. I enjoy reading and the satisfaction I get when finishing a book is something I like to share with others.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Anna turned and looked up into the most beautiful blue eyes she had ever seen. Eyes that were the color of a cloudless sky on an early spring day. They were framed with dark thick lashes that lightened on the tips. The lean, clean face went well with the eyes. It was a pleasant face, not too hard or too soft, but a man’s face nonetheless. It was lean and powerful. He had strong cheekbones and a straight nose. Light blond hair fell across his forehead. She stared at him unable to move. Her heart began to pound, and her body reacted to his nearness. She had never reacted so strongly to any man before, and she forced herself to take a deep breath.
He leaned into the car and asked again, “Miss, are you alright?”
This time his voice propelled her into action. She shook off the fog that had come over her and nodded once before saying, “Yes, I am fine. Just a little shaken. Was anyone hurt?”
She glanced again at the man staring at her with a concerned look on his face. Their gazes locked and he watched her silently with his calm blue eyes. He seemed very close and Anna leaned back against the seat to get farther away. His broad shoulders filled the doorway and she felt a small jolt of fear. She hated feeling physically intimidated. But the fear quickly faded as he looked at her a moment longer then a slow, gentle smile crossed his face. Anna felt her heart stop. She willed it to begin beating again.
“There is only you and me,” he said softly. It took Anna a moment to realize he was talking about the accident. They were the only two people involved, but briefly she had thought he was talking about something else, something she could not quite understand.
“Let’s make sure you are okay,” the man was saying, “then I’ll look at your car. Can you stand?”
He was just trying to be helpful, his eyes were kind and gentle, but Anna was used to taking care of herself and had decided long ago never to allow a man to take care of her. His helpful attitude was beginning to irritate her. She knew she was fine but answered him anyway. “Yes, I can stand.”
She slowly got out of the car and stood beside him. She now knew why she had felt so crowded in the car. He was a tall man, standing almost six feet and his chest was broad although his build was thin. He had long muscular legs and a flat stomach. He was dressed conservatively in a dark blue business suit with a multi-colored tie. Over his suit, he wore a light navy overcoat. To Anna, the tie seemed out of place. It was bright and colorful and didn’t fit his image.
Anna was only five feet, three inches and had to bend her head back to look up into his face. It was not a comfortable feeling. Her father had also been tall, and Anna avoided men who towered above her as much as possible. She gave him a quick smile and stepped a few feet away.
“See,” she said quickly, “I’m just fine.”
He stared at her again and then gave her another slow smile. He walked around to the front of the car and then continued around to the back. After making a complete circle, looking at her car from all angles, he returned to her side.
“There doesn’t appear to be any damage. I’m sure I can get it out of the ditch and you should be able to drive it, but I suggest you have it checked over as soon as possible, just in case. Where are you heading?”
She only debated telling him for a moment. He seemed trustworthy and she had no reason to believe otherwise at the moment. Anna knew looks could be deceiving but there was something about this man, something that told her she could trust him.
“Holton,” she said quietly.
A brief look of surprise crossed his face. “Well, at least you haven’t far to go. Are you visiting someone?”
“No,” she answered. “I am moving there. I am taking over the Brockman accounting firm.”
He smiled again. It was then that Anna decided that his smile should be illegal. She watched, cautiously, as he offered a hand to her.
“Old Mr. Brockman told us he had arranged for a new accountant to take over for him. He just didn’t mention she was so pretty.”
Anna tried to stop it but she felt the blush warm her face anyway. It was a habit she had never been able to break. She was grateful the fog was still around and prayed he couldn’t see it. The look in his eyes told her that her prayer hadn’t been answered, but the man didn’t say a word. He just waited patiently with his hand still stretched out toward her. She put her hand in his and felt his fingers close around it. For a moment, time stood still. Anna felt an intense attraction unlike any she had ever felt before and it frightened her. She shook his hand and then quickly removed her own. She was angry with herself that she noticed he was not wearing a wedding ring.
“My name is Steven Carson,” he said, as he released her hand. “I am one of two lawyers in a law firm located in downtown Holton and I have lived here all my life so let me be the first to welcome you to town.”
“Thank you,” she replied. She had read all the literature that had been mailed to her from the Holton Chamber of Commerce. It had listed the law firm of Carson and Moore. “My name is Anna West.”
“Pleased to meet you,” Steven said. They exchanged insurance information although Anna was fairly certain she wouldn’t need it. Steven took the blame for the accident although Anna knew they were both at fault. She couldn’t help but be impressed at his polite, caring manner.
“Let me see if I can get this car out of the ditch,” Steven said and before she could protest he had pulled her a little to the side. Anna watched helplessly as he climbed in her small Honda and adjusted the seat. He should have looked totally ridiculous in the small car but for some reason he didn’t. Quickly and effortlessly, he put the car in reverse and backed it out of the ditch.
Steven climbed back out of the car and gave her a quick grin. “That is quite a cat you have. Is it always that vocal?”
Anna could hear Sophie from where she was standing. The cat was making a great deal of noise. She did not like traveling in a car and she did not like strangers. If you put the two together, she was bound to protest.
“I think the accident frightened her,” Anna said. She was grateful for Steven’s help but anxious to continue her journey. “Well, thanks for your help.”
Steven nodded and then held the door open for her. Anna took her place in the driver’s seat and gave him a quick smile. “Thanks again. You have been very nice.”
“You’re welcome. When you get into town, take you car to Charlie’s garage on Main. Tell him I sent you and he will make sure you car is all right. Be careful driving into town. I am sure I will see you soon.” He gave her one more slow, charming smile and then shut her car door.
Anna watched him walk back across the street to his own car and drive away. She slowly shook her head. He was a take-charge kind of man, just the kind of man Anna had vowed to avoid. She didn’t want someone to take care of her. She wasn’t about to give any man that kind of power over her. She had seen what it did to her mother and Anna would never live like that again.
“I am sure I will see you soon,” she muttered softly, quoting him. “Not if I see you first!”
With a smile like his, Anna knew she needed to avoid Steven Carson at all costs. He made her feel things she didn’t want to feel, think things she knew weren’t possible. She just wished his eyes hadn’t been so kind.