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About the author:
Kelly Violet is from the East Coast originally and now resides in sunny California. She is a fan of love and writes romance in all forms. You can expect her stories to be fun and flirty, angsty and gut-wrenching, or downright dark and extremely naughty. One thing they’ll all have in common is a happy ending, however it comes. No matter the obstacles or dire circumstance. Either way, it’ll be a roller coaster ride of emotions, just the way she likes it. Music and dancing are her go-to outlets. If there’s a party and a dance floor (optional), she’s usually the first one out there. When not writing, Kelly can be found working at her day job assisting people in their search for information and concocting a plan to write more.
What inspired you to write your book?
This book was inspired by the first. Evie's character got stuck in my mind while writing Touch Me Softly and I just knew her story would be next in the series.
Here is a short sample from the book:
"Evie, you okay?"
She startled, peering over at me with those big, brown eyes of hers. If I didn't know any better, I'd say something heavy weighed on her mind. Evie was closed off enough that I figured asking her about it would cut off our promising interaction this afternoon, so I stopped my tongue. I wasn't planning on going anywhere just yet, so I'd take my time.
Rushing only got me into trouble anyway.
Glancing around the now quiet diner, I realized we'd hit the hour mark already. Damn. The time flew by fast. Too fast for my liking.
"I should get back to work." My words were full of regret. Jim told me to take my time at lunch today since one of the part-time guys showed up looking for hours. He let me know that days like this I could do a split shift. Even with the extra help, there was still so much work to do at the garage. I had no clue how Old Jim handled it all without more full-time support.
Regardless, I refused to take advantage of his kindness.
"I understand," she murmured.
We both stood up from the booth. Evie reverted to work mode again. Without a word, she bussed our table, picking up both our plates and empty glasses. Before walking away, she turned. "I'll see you around?"
Her innocent question hit me square in my chest.
"Oh yeah. I enjoyed talking to you today, Evie. Can we do this again sometime?"
Her small smile was the only response I needed.