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About the author:
WS Carmichael is the author of the Laurel Creek series, attempting to write the world into romantic bliss one novel at a time. Based in upstate NY, she travels as often as her hectic schedule will allow. When she isn’t busy writing, she’s a mother, nurse and avid sportswoman.
WS Carmichael fell in love with romance at an early age when she would sneak Harlequins from her mother. A voracious reader, she eventually made the jump to writing.
Writing is her passion and she’s always jotting down new storyline and character ideas. Often, her characters take on a life of their own and don’t always cooperate with her plan for them. She loves to create well developed, strong alpha male characters that don’t fit into the typical romance hero mold. Believing whole heartedly in happily ever after, she gives her heroes the heroine they deserve.
What inspired you to write your book?
I've always loved reading, especially romance – all sorts of romance. I would often find myself thinking about characters and storylines, thinking "If I were to write a book, it would be about…" Finally, I decided to stop dreaming about writing and actually write something.
This book is my third and the third in my Laurel Creek Series. I guess you could say it was inspired by the first book because before I wrote At Long Last, I had a picture in my head of what the other books in the series would be.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“I could kill him! How dare he take credit for my work?” Amy angrily paces the length of my sizeable living room. “That freaking bastard! Six months! Six months I spent with him, thinking we had a real connection and the whole time he was just using me to get on the Harper project!” More stomping. “That was my project! I worked my ass off to get on that team!”
She stops pacing and clears her throat. “Kevin, are you even listening to me?”
I stare at the expansive view of the city from the floor to ceiling windows in my Upper East Side apartment. What I spend each month on this apartment could easily buy me a mansion back home in Laurel Creek. Of course, I would never find a job paying even close to my current salary in such a small town.
I started working for Parker, Scofield & Mayer right out of law school and I’ve worked my way up the food chain to Senior Associate. Amy and I were study partners during our first year of law school and quickly became friends. I don’t have friends who are girls – ever. Too much drama. But Amy is different. She’s real, pragmatic and logical – even if she doesn’t seem that way at the moment.
I sigh before I turn to face her because I know I’m about to act like a major dick.
“Of course, I’m listening. Half of the building is probably listening to you.” I pick up my beer from the coffee table and take a long swig, setting it back down before continuing. “Janish is an ass kisser with questionable morals. I never trusted him, not from the first time I met him, especially the way he drops names of government officials he’s tight with. I told you that six months ago when he first asked you out. Seriously? Who goes from climbing the political ladder in Albany to being a lowly associate at a law firm? Furthermore, you did not think you had a real connection with him.”
“Really, smart guy? And just how are you so sure about that?” She picks up my beer. I swipe it out of her hand before she can get it to her lips.
“First of all, get your own beer. Second, I’m sure because you are standing in my living room, ranting about him stealing the research the two of you did, instead of the fact that you caught him fucking your secretary – on your desk. You didn’t even fire her.” I kick my shoes off and loosen my tie.
Amy rolls her eyes at me as she returns from the kitchen, holding one of those hard cider drinks she insists I have on hand for her, her bare feet softly padding on the shiny marble floor.
“She’s an excellent assistant, but I did suggest given the circumstances she transfer to another department. I don’t think our working relationship would ever be the same.” She twists the top off the bottle she’s holding. “Alright. I’ll concede you may have a small point.”
We both sit on the sofa, me in a normal, upright position, her sprawled lengthwise with her feet in my lap. I absently massage them while we talk.
“Besides, he did you a favor. The Harper-Colburn merger is going to be a disaster. Colburn has six pending lawsuits for the crane accident they had last year, not to mention the numerous code violations they’re contesting. And, Harper isn’t on the most stable financial grounds. I have my doubts any judge will even allow the merger.”
Amy moans softly as I increase the pressure on her foot. “That feels so good.”
“Stop making sex noises or the massage is over. You know I hate it when you do that.” I threaten.
“But, you know just how to touch me. Please don’t stop.” She begs in an overdone, breathy moan.
My cock twitches and I drop her feet like they’re on fire. Damn, I need to get laid. The truth is Amy is perfect. She’s smart, driven, funny and looks like every teenage boy’s fantasy girl. If I were in the market for a relationship, I would want someone like Amy, but not her specifically. Just someone like her, assuming it’s even possible for there to be two perfect women in the world. Anyway, not only am I not in the market for a relationship, but Amy and I are firmly in the friend zone.
“Alright, alright! I’m sorry. I promise I’ll be good. Please do the other foot.” She laughs and wiggles her left foot at me.
I take hold of the proffered foot, squeezing harder than necessary. “As I was saying, Janish did you a favor all the way around. He isn’t good enough to lick the dirt from your shoes, let alone date you. And, he saved you from months of misery with the Harper deal. Tell me again why any of this upsets you.”
“Your logic is sound, and your conclusions make sense. I’m just pissed I worked so hard, only to have it stolen from me. As far as the relationship goes, I guess I was more attached to the idea of finding someone than I was to Janish. We aren’t getting any younger, you know.”
“We’re thirty and in our prime. I’m not looking to be saddled with a bunch of screaming kids like my brothers.” I release her feet and scoot off the couch. “Let’s celebrate Janish shooting himself in the foot and getting stuck on the Harper project by getting shitfaced at Mahoney’s.”
Amy stands up and walks to the door, her shoes dangling from her hand. “No thanks. I’m behind on my other cases because of the time I spent researching statutes for the Harper deal. Why don’t you ask Bambi or Barbie or whatever her name is to go with you?” She opens the door and stands in the hall.
“It’s Babs, short for Barbara. And, she’s not as bad as you think.” I’m lying. The girl is a twit and she grates on my nerves. But, as my brother’s friend, Eagle, would say, she can suck the chrome off a trailer hitch. I lean against the door frame.
“Please. She giggles incessantly, tries to use words way above her vocabulary level – never in the correct context, and she glares at me whenever you aren’t looking. She thinks she’s going to use those fake tits of hers to snag a rich husband. Don’t get trapped off.” Amy leans in and kisses me on the cheek. “Love you. See you at the salt mines on Monday.”