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About the author:
Afton Locke is a USA Today Bestselling Author who prefers romantic fantasies to everyday reality. Fantasies take her to different times, races, places, and beyond. She lives with her husband, several unnamed dust bunnies, and a black cat that can be scary or cuddly, depending on the current book. When she’s not writing, Afton enjoys hiking, cooking, reading, and watching retro T.V.
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What inspired you to write your book?
Most of us met at the IRAE conference and decided facing a crossroads would be a great theme for romances that grab you and never let go.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Look Into My Eyes by Afton Locke in the Crossroads anthology
“What do you think you’re doing?” she asked.
“I can at least load the dishwasher.”
She glanced at the living room. “After a big meal, you need to rest.”
“I told you, I want to be useful. It’s the least I can do.”
“Well, don’t wear yourself out. I don’t want to send you to your grave any earlier than necessary.”
The remark hit him like a sucker punch. Because, during the entire meal, he’d actually forgotten he was about to die.
She gripped his shoulder, regret flashing in her eyes. “Ryan, I’m sorry. My mouth runs away from me sometimes.”
“Well, maybe we should keep it occupied.” Before he could stop himself, he gripped her chin between thumb and forefinger and pressed his lips to hers.
After the quick contact, they stared at each other. Her lips remained parted, making his groin stir to life. The shock in her eyes, sharp and bright, grew hazy…with desire. He kissed her again, drinking deeply from her beautiful mouth. As if she were the only medicine on earth that could save his life.
God, she felt soft. Her mouth. Her body. Like a favorite pillow. A home. Her hands coasted over his shoulders, gliding to the back of his neck. Until he ached to feel her gentle fingertips all over his scalp.
Instead, she let go and backed up.
“What are we doing?” she whispered, brushing her fingers across her damp lips. “This is completely inappropriate.”
He shrugged as he tried to catch his breath. “We’re not breaking any rules, are we?”
“Well, a kiss like that is going to break something.”