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Alessa Martel is the pen name of sweet small town romance writing team consisting of a high school student and her mother, a bestselling, award-winning author of novels for teens and adults. They live in Northeast Ohio, where homework and a full-time job keep them busy, so they share story ideas late at night and weekends, usually while eating too many potato chips and catering to their cats.
What inspired you to write your book?
(this has to do with the Amazon link – I'm not sure why it says the ASIN isn't found but this link goes directly to the ebook: https://www.amazon.com/Faithfully-Yours-Cherish-Creek-Book-ebook/dp/B0BMJBXMVP)
Here is a short sample from the book:
"Would you dance with me? Just this once?"
Michael, who I danced with the entire time at previous wedding receptions we attended together, is looking down at me as if he's not sure how I'll respond.
I'm not, either.
There must be several sets of eyes on us now as I look into his eyes, wondering why he wants to interact with me at all.
What does Emily think about him approaching me?
Knowing him and how considerate he is, he probably asked her first, to be sure she didn't mind.
So why would he want to be this close to me again, and in front of the entire town?
"Okay, I guess."
Michael's smile is a little sheepish.
"I don't want to pressure you. It's just a dance."
I have a feeling that this is more than a dance, but maybe it's a chance to work towards being more comfortable around each other.
Not that we need to spend time together, except at the diner. Sometimes.
"It's fine."
I suck in a breath when he takes my hand, because I definitely don't expect that.
There's no need for him to touch me just yet, not until we're a part of the mix of couples swaying in the middle of the room.
But he does it, as if it's the most natural thing in the world, and I wonder if he even realizes that he has. Maybe it's just from habit.
I swallow hard and lift my head when he turns around, the other people around us allowing just enough room to fit together.
Letting my hands move up to rest on his shoulders, I can't help noticing the way my body still responds to him, the way I instinctively want to lean in to press a kiss to his lips.
His hands find their way to my hips, but I can sense that he's not entirely sure of what he's doing. But this was his idea, so I don't know why he seems reluctant now.
"This might not be the best place to talk about this, but it's been bothering me, and after talking with Emily a lot about it, I think it might be good to just go ahead and do it."
One of my hands slides down to his collarbone, and I force it back to his shoulder.
His hair is almost long enough, unruly enough, to reach the back of my hand, and I want to take a few strands in between my fingers, knowing already how soft it would be.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Michael."
It's a loud whisper, but I know he hears me because he blinks and looks away quickly before finding my gaze again.
"The party. Why did you kiss Jonah? What was so wrong between us that made you do that?"
I pull away in surprise, but his hands tighten on my hips, so getting away from him quickly without causing a commotion and a lot of attention I don't want, is impossible.
Shaking my head, I narrow my eyes.
"Why ask that now? Here?"
He shrugs, and the tips of his hair brush against my hand.
I want to curl my fingers around his neck and pull his face down to mine, to kiss him and make the last few months go away.
I'm shocked that I still feel so strongly attracted to him, and not just that.
It's more than physical attraction, and I don't want to deal with whatever feelings I have buried under the surface, the ones that make my heartbeat thud loudly in my ears now.