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About the author:
JM Stewart writes heartfelt, contemporary romance. Whether the heat level is sizzling or sweet, her stories are always deeply emotional. Her heroes are strong but sensitive (no alpha jerks here!), and her heroines are more Cinderella than Buffy the Vampire Slayer, women she hopes readers can relate to.
Recently transplanted, she now lives in a small city in Texas along with her husband, two sons and two very spoiled dogs. When not writing, she enjoys reading, cooking and playing computer games. As a sensitive soul with a romantic heart, she believes in crazy things like angels and ghosts and hopes everyone finds their happily ever after.
What inspired you to write your book?
I knew I wanted my next book to be set in Washington State, where we were living at the time. Around the Seattle area. The islands out in Puget Sound have always intrigued me, but a friend of mine had recently visited Whidbey Island in particular, a small town on the coast called Coupeville. She said the town would be perfect for my needs and she was right. Around 2000 residents, situated on the bay. My town, Angel Bay, is completely inspired, I let the characters tell me about their town, but Coupeville provided some gorgeous inspiration.
As for the characters…honestly? They introduce themselves to me, tell me about themselves. They have a story to tell and I see it as my job to tell it in the best way I can. It's an odd process, but they're very real to me.
Here is a short sample from the book:
She eyed Luc as an idea settled in her mind. It would be so easy to tease Sam. Not allowing the more rational side of her brain to talk her out of it, she leaned toward him and lowered her voice, in case Sam could hear them inside the house. “I have an idea. I want to have a little fun with my best friend. A little payback. You game?”
He smiled, slow and lopsided. “Oh, count me in.”
Her gaze dropped to his mouth, and her heart tripped over itself. In about two seconds, she was going to plaster herself all over those luscious lips. Had she lost her mind?
She straightened her shoulders. “Kiss me. Like you mean it.”
For a moment, he simply stared, and a fierce heat climbed into her cheeks. If he turned her down now, she’d die of embarrassment.
“I think I can do that.” He settled his elbows on his knees, meeting her halfway across the space between them. “Baciami, bella.”
He leaned closer, his scent drifting across her path. Thoughts of that full lower lip caressing hers made her tingle, and she suddenly ached to taste him. What was she doing?
“What’s that mean?” She needed to think. “The thing you just said.”
He leaned closer. “Kiss me, beautiful.”
His warm breath whispered over her cheek, and goose bumps shivered across the surface of her skin.
“You’re enjoying this too much.” Although only to herself would she admit that she was, too.
“I can’t resist teasing Sam. I also love that you have such a wicked mind.” His eyes narrowed. “Are you going to kiss me or what?”