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Magan’s Minions (Reader Group): http://on.fb.me/1lVsZEo
What inspired you to write your book?
In 2009 there weren’t any books about college aged characters or someone who failed out of college, so since I couldn’t read it, I wrote my own.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Well we both didn’t think our first time together should be in the front seat of his car, but I really thought that I should make up my stupidness of the night to him.
“Libby, I don’t think we should be doing this out here.” Blaine stammered, trying his best to keep his attention away from me.
“Come on Blaine. We are out in the middle of nowhere and no one will have to find out.” I looked up at him, batting my eyelashes and pursing my lips.
“Well…if you insist…” He grinned.
I tried to lean back, but realized that I was caught. Okay I was actually, really caught and something was pulling on my hair.
“OW.” I screeched as I furiously started yanking my head back and forth.
“What the hell, Libby?” Blaine’s eyes widened as he lifted his arms in the air.
“I’m caught on something.” I stammered, finally stopping to inspect what I was caught on.
Blaine looked down and covered his mouth, trying to stifle his laughter. “Honey, your hair is caught on my belt buckle.”
I looked down to see a big chunk of my hair wrapped around his bright green John Deere belt buckle.
“Ack!” I waved my arms in the air, like I was scratching at nothing. “Get it out, get it out!”
He laughed again, but this time he stifled it quicker. “Alright baby, calm down.” He put his hand on the top of my head. “Now you are going to have to lean back down, so I’m not ripping your hair out.”
I leaned my head back down on his lap as Blaine finagled with the belt buckle, trying to pull out the blonde strands without hurting me.
“Oh shit.” he mumbled.
“What?” I looked up, hoping not to see a huge clump of my hair in his hands.
“COP. COP. COP.” Blaine screamed as he stared into his rearview mirror.
I tried to lift my head up, but then he pushed it back down, hitting the exact spot I had hit on the floor at the bar on the steering wheel. “OW!” I screeched, ripping that last piece of my hair out of Blaine’s belt buckle.
“Aw baby I’m sorry.” He kissed the top of my head quickly and tried to straighten out his belt.