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About the author:
Award winning Author of the Independent Press Award and NYC Big Book Award.
My love for writing began several years ago after an early retirement from a demanding job that I loved, but also hated because it consumed so much of my time. Now, I am able to focus my time on what I love. Writing romance has been a life long dream and to actually say that I am a published author is beyond what I would have ever expected.
Even though some may say I have a little naughtiness in my books, I look at it as an added bonus for my readers. After all what is a romance book without a little spice.
When I am not writing, I enjoy spending time with friends either at home or out on the town. Mostly, I enjoy a relaxing night at home where I can enjoy a glass of wine in the company of a good book.
What inspired you to write your book?
I love reading and the way the stories I read came to life. With a little time on my hands after taking an early retirement. I thought what a better way to fill my time then to write. My mom always said I had a great imagination.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Hell’s Gate was already in full swing when I pulled up to the best bar in this little town. I will never forget the first time I came here. I was only seventeen, with a fake ID my friend Jimmy managed to get his hands on. It was supposed to be the last hurrah before I went off into the service. Only my last hurrah ended up being my first fight over a damn girl who was four years older than me. That was the day I decided to ward off women completely. Well, not completely. A man still had needs.
As I opened the door, I could smell the scent of liquor and cigarette smoke in the air. Stepping up to the bar, I asked what they had on draft and scanned the room while I waited for my beer. My eyes were glued to the vision at the end of the bar. There she was, Ms. Sassy Pants herself. It should have been illegal, the way she bent over to pick up the case of beer. I had never been so turned on by looking at a sweet little ass like the one she had. All I could imagine was how it would feel to press that tight ass against my hard cock.
Taking a swig of my beer, I watched as she maneuvered between a couple of guys standing at the end of the bar. One thing I had to say, she sure did know how to carry a case of beer bottles. I just about lost it when she pushed the swinging door at the end of the bar with her butt. Man, oh man, did I ever need relief, but there was no way I was going to move and miss out on the show I was watching. Even the way she was stacking the bottles in the cooler had me turned on. Her sizable breasts peeking out under her tank top had me wanting to put my hands over them and caress them to no end.
When she looked up, her eyes met mine like a lightning bolt. I had never seen anything like it. The way the dim lights caught them, I swore they were made of glass. Like a shimmering light bouncing off of the blue sea. But what got me most, was the look she was giving me. I wasn’t sure if it was a look of delight or disgust. Whatever it was, she had me, hook, line, and sinker. With her hands on her hips, she walked over to where I was sitting. I knew then that the look she was giving me was a look of anger, but I had no clue as to why.
“Are you some kind of stalker or something?” she asked as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Don’t get your lacy panties in a wad, doll. I grew up here and my mom just passed, so give a guy a little break,” I replied.
“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I thought… never mind what I thought. My name is Paige,” she said, holding out her hand.
“It’s okay, my mom and I weren’t close. I’m Hawk, by the way.”
“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Hawk. Can I buy you another beer?”
“Yeah, but only if you promise to have one with
“I can’t drink on the job, but I get a break in about fifteen minutes, we could maybe talk then.”