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About the author:
We all live in the illusions of our own realities. Cassandra's reality lies between the quiet bridge of complex and chaotic. A single mother to two amazing boys, graphic artist, author, avid home gardener, baker, reader, and introvert, her hats are many. A refined goth, she's obsessed with tattoos, shoes, hair dye, chocolate, metal and hip-hop music, and all things dark and creepy except bugs. Those are too creepy. Each of her books contains a piece of her reality. Tiny fragments laced with forbidden romance, defining miniature slices of her truths.
What inspired you to write your book?
All of my novels contain a piece of me. This one contains a huge part. It was inspired by an event that occurred when I was fifteen that forever changed my life.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“You think I don’t want you?” He drops his hands to his sides, revealing his huge hard-on through his shorts. My knees go weak. I shift my weight against the side of the bed to stay upright. “You are all I think about, Gracie. The only thing I want. I couldn’t pretend I don’t want you even if I tried. But, it’s not that easy for me.” Words tumble from his mouth, not making any sense as I blatantly gawk at his arousal. “I can’t do relationships.”
“I’m not asking for one.”
He takes a calculated step forward, the shirt falling on the hardwood floor. “Then what do you want?”
“I don’t know.” I wave my hands around the cabin in exasperation, all the alcohol in my system fogging my thoughts. “Something. Anything has to be better than this . . . this constant running in circles and walking on eggshells.”
“I can’t promise you a happily ever after.”
“I don’t need a fairy tale.”
“All I can give you is tonight.”
I nod, still not understanding his hesitation, but willing to do anything for even the smallest taste of him. “I can live with that.”