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About the author:
I’m Noelle Hart, my number one passion is writing, with reading, painting and caring for my six rescue animals coming in a close second. Grew up in the frozen north but migrated to sunnier climates to raise my family. I have dual citizenship of Canada and Mexico and divide my time between these two magnificent countries and their cultures, utilizing what I’m familiar with as the settings for my stories.
What inspired you to write your book?
A song! Demons, by Imagine Dragons. The lyrics say, “Don’t get too close, it’s dark inside”… and the idea for Lethal Affair was born. My protagonist, Kylie, meets a man who is challenged by his inner demons regarding women. Coming face to face with them, she decides to back off from the fledgling relationship and then meets the man of her dreams. The lyrics, “I can’t escape this now, unless you show me how…” are how the story ends, because she does indeed show him how.
Here is a short sample from the book:
It struck him right off that she was tragically beautiful. Oval face, exotic features of dark brows and lashes over slanted violet eyes filled with some kind of preoccupation. White blonde hair and a generous mouth, skin glowing in the afternoon’s dappled sunlight. She wore a simple t-shirt over jean shorts and low open sandals on her slim feet, and seemed utterly unaware of the impact she’d made just by walking into his space. He glimpsed nerves and a trace of defensiveness that prodded at his innate protective nature.
Will was good at reading people. This was definitely one person he wanted to know better. He held out his hand. “Will Delaney, Jolene’s boss. I take it she invited you?”
A wispy smile played across her lips as she shook his hand. “Kylie Lambert, Jolene’s roommate. This is some place you have here.”
He couldn’t take his eyes off her. “At last we meet. Jolene’s mentioned you a few times. Only she left out the part about you being so lovely.”
“Oh. Well. I don’t think she sees me in those terms.”
“Let’s hope not.”
The grill sizzled ominously and he turned to inspect the burgers and turn the sausages and ears of corn in tin foil lying amongst the coals. All the while he kept one eye on Kylie Lambert who hadn’t moved an inch. She seemed to be lost in thought.
He moved back to her side. Lillian was leaning against the rail watching Lyle and Jolene who were in deep conversation by the little greenhouse Will kept in the corner of the yard. As they watched, Lyle pulled Jolene inside the structure and their shadows merged. Lillian tensed. Or maybe it was his imagination.
His voice jolted Kylie out of a daze. “What can I get you to drink? We have beer, wine, soda or lemonade. No hard liquor. We like to keep things mild mannered.”
She pressed a hand to her belly. “Mineral water please, if you have it.”
He went to a side table, pulled a bottle of sparkling water from the cooler, filled a tall glass with ice and poured.
Obliging her, he selected a second mineral water for himself, wanting to pace himself for the afternoon.
“How long have you and Jolene been roomies?” Will asked her.
“Going on a few years now. Three I think.”
“Guess you’re pretty tight then, huh.”
“Tight enough. How about you? How long have you and Lyle Morris been partners?”
“Most of our lives. Grew up together, went to the same schools, worked the same construction sites. Lyle did a two year stint at a culinary school on the mainland but I never had the itch to cook or the focus to learn how. We both wanted something to call our own so when he came back we pooled our money and voilà, the Village Diner was born.”
“Jolene tells me you’re the senior partner. I gather that’s because you worked while he went to school and so your financial input was greater than his.”
Smart. Not everyone figured that out right out of the gate. “To my way of thinking Lyle’s an equal partner. But yeah, I have the controlling interest. That doesn’t mean I get to call all the shots. Without Lyle’s expertise, and believe me, he’s a genius with food, I’d be a lost puppy.”
Kylie sipped her mineral water and eyed him over the rim of the glass. Until now Will Delaney had been a mystery figure. Unbeknownst to him her intrepid roommate had campaigned to set up a date between them but to no avail. Kylie had firmly believed it would complicate things, and when she’d taken up with Drew, Jolene had finally backed off.
Today she’d caved when Jolene had begged her to come along saying she needed backup, someone to help her face Lyle in this social setting after the little fiasco she’d experienced with him a few weeks before. Since that morning she’d been in training with Kim only, Lyle having relieved himself of the duty. Jolene had bravely held up her head at work and then moped around the apartment at home.
Now that Kylie was face to face with Will her first impression was a surprise. She hadn’t expected him to be attractive, but it wasn’t in the conventional way. When you picked his face apart feature by feature there was nothing remarkable about most of them. Nose a little too large, grin wide but lopsided. Unruly black hair in need of a cut. But his eyes, now they were show stopping. Classic bedroom eyes the color of the brooding Pacific, heavy lidded and sensual, with lashes some women would kill for. Under his shirt he seemed solidly built and by the look of his muscular legs, she made him as a runner.
Those intense blue eyes were staring at her, patiently awaiting a response.
“I have a feeling you’d find your way no matter what.”