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About the author:
She lives in the western United States, and when she’s not writing she love playing cards with her family, bowling on leagues, and snuggling with her lazy kitties.
What inspired you to write your book?
I’ve always loved the romantic suspense genre with a twist of murder mystery. Max and Rose came to me in a dream, and I knew I had to write their story.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Max pulled out his wallet and grabbed two dollars, setting them on the counter. He snatched his drink up and headed for the door, turning as he reached it. “If you ever decide I’m a good guy that you want to be with, give me a call. I can’t keep beating my head against the wall trying to prove to you I’m not a bad person.”
“Don’t put this on me.” An exasperated noise left Rose’s throat. “You’re the one who keeps pulling the hot and cold act. I’m one-hundred percent committed to this. To you. Every time I try to get close to you, you pull away. How was I supposed to know you weren’t dating Julie? It looked like a date and she’s a pretty girl. Plus, I hadn’t seen or heard from you for days.”
He didn’t like to admit it, but it sounded bad when she put it like that. He hadn’t meant to leave her alone and confused. It got busy once he started working and he had wanted Rose to be certain of his innocence before they were alone again.
She folded her arms. “Maybe you’re the one who doesn’t know how he feels. I’m not the same girl I was when you left. This experience changed me. I try to act normal and go about my life, but I’m stressed all the time and things aren’t as easy as they used to be.”
“Things haven’t been easy on me either,” he pointed out.
Her eyebrows rose and her face reddened. “I’m sorry you spent time in prison for a crime you didn’t commit, but you still have your family. You can move on and get over this, start somewhere fresh. I will never get my family back, so please don’t tell me how hard things are for you, Max.”
Damn it. She was right, and there wasn’t much he could say. They both had issues to work out.
“I do love you, Rose.”
“And I love you, but is that enough?”
He shook his head slowly. It wasn’t. As much as he wished things were different, love wasn’t a magic cure to fix either of their lives.