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About the author:
Born in Yonkers, New York, he currently resides in Arlington Virginia with his beautiful wife and a cat he is sure has taken full advantage of its nine lives. When it comes to the cat, he often wonders, but then again it might just be his imagination.
What inspired you to write your book?
From that idea, the character of Sara sprung forth, and the college setting, too.
Here is a short sample from the book:
And now here we are, outside the front door. What to do?
Kiss him goodnight and go our separate ways for the evening? Or does he come upstairs with me? I’m calling the shots right now, that’s clear. As confident as he’s been tonight, it only goes so far. I know he wants to come upstairs, but I’m going to have to ask him.
There’s a part of him that’s still trying to grasp the fact that I obviously like him as much as he does me. He’s not going to push his luck. Unless I push first.
Well, what do I want to do? It’s easy, it’s obvious, there’s no question what I want to do.
Except, if I’m being completely honest, I have to admit I am just a little bit nervous myself. If you told me last night that in less than twenty four hours I’d be ready to go to bed with a guy I hadn’t even met yet, I’d have said you were crazy. But here we are and here I am and this is so completely not me, but at the same time it feels completely right.
Besides, the truth is, unless I’m completely wrong about him we’re going to go upstairs sooner or later anyway. It’s just a question of when if it doesn’t happen tonight.
But right at this moment, what I decide feels so important. This is going to sound totally ridiculous, but it feels like something out of a movie. You know what I mean, that moment when the music softens and the romantic leads are in the spotlight and everything else is forgotten; the whole world stops except for them.
Maybe it’s only my imagination or maybe I’ve got an overly developed sense of the dramatic–a few days ago I would have said it’s definitely that. But it isn’t. It’s not just my imagination. It’s real. It’s exactly what’s happening right now.
I don’t know why it’s so important–no, that’s not true. I do know. It’s important because it’s exactly what I want and need right now, and maybe I’m lying to myself about love at first sight and everything else. Maybe I’m just using him to distract myself from the nightmares and not sleeping right, maybe–well, maybe a lot of things.
You know what? I don’t care about maybes, and I don’t care about motives and I don’t care about anything else except that he’s here right now. He’s looking at me, waiting for me to decide. Everything else is silent, frozen. The snowflakes are hanging in midair; the whole world is waiting for my answer.
No pressure, though. No pressure at all. Yes or no? Nothing else matters except what I decide.