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About the author:
She finds forbidden romance to be the hottest kind, and seeks it out wherever she can find it– in fiction, and in life.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to write something that would make people tremble with heat, but warm their heart at the same time. I love second chance stories, and think forbidden second chances are even more romantic.
Here is a short sample from the book:
My heart started to pound my chest from the inside, like it was trying to escape. Wherever it was headed, I wanted to go with it. I licked my lips, trying to stay calm.
“What do you mean us?” I said, playing dumb. Horribly, I might add. You’d never know I was nominated for an Emmy. Should have won. Didn’t. But that’s neither here nor there. “What about us?”
“You know what I mean.”
I could feel heat crawling up the back of my neck. He couldn’t be talking about that night all those years ago. The one I never forgot, never got over. It couldn’t still be burned in his brain the way it was in mine. I refused to believe it.
“If you mean all the stupid fights before I left, I forgive you. You were jealous of my career, I get it.”
He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at me sternly, and my heart beat overtime.
“Why are you always so obnoxious?” he demanded. “Why can’t you just say what you mean? You always have to act like you’re so tough all the time.”
“What do you mean all the time? You haven’t spent any time with me. You don’t know me.”
He shook his head. “On those shows. You’re always yelling at everyone to get away from you. Screaming like a brat. Treating your bodyguards like shit.”
“You keep talking about all those shows. You obsessed with gossip or obsessed with me?”
“Maybe a little of both.”
I had no answer to that, so I just ignored it.
“If it didn’t look fun, you shouldn’t have offered to do it,” I said, flippantly. “Getting treated like shit is your job now.”
“My job is to make sure no one hurts you, including yourself. Not to be your doormat. I think you have plenty of those.”
I glared at him. “Your job isn’t anything yet. I told you this was a trial basis. I can change my mind whenever I want. I can change it right now.”
“Even if you change your mind, if you push me away again, I’ll always have a job. It’s to protect you.”
I laughed. “I don’t need your protection. I’m fine on my own, I don’t need anything from you. Obviously.”
“You know what, Jenna? Cut the shit.”
How his low, rumbly whisper managed to cut right through my annoyance and frustration, straight to the core of me, I don’t know. But suddenly, all I could hear was his voice, all I could see were his eyes, all I could feel was his hand gripping my arm, holding me gently, but feeling like steel.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Yes, you do. And if you don’t stop lying to me and to yourself, you might not like what happens next.”