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About the author:
When I am not writing, I enjoy volunteering, gardening, and spending time with my family. I attribute all of my success to my parents, friends, and family, who have supported me throughout my career.
What inspired you to write your book?
I feel the success of Revival is due to my own experiences working in healthcare that are weaved throughout the story. These first hand experiences along with imagination allowed me to craft a truly memorable narrative.
Here is a short sample from the book:
… Unexpectedly the elevator halts in mid-flight and the lights go out. My breath catches in my throat and the jolt from the elevator makes me stumble. For a brief moment I feel like I am going to fall flat on my butt in front of these people. That’s when I feel strong and possessive fingers wrap around my curvy hips. It’s my Italian-shoed stranger. While I am still processing the touch of his fingers, he pulls me toward his tall, brooding, muscular build. I am so close I can feel his chest rising and falling on my back.
Oh. Sweet. Jesus.
I can’t breathe. I can’t breathe.
His breath is steady and calm against my bare neck, almost as if he is enjoying watching me struggle for my self-control. The cat pinning the mouse down by the tail as the mouse struggles to get away. But like the cat, he knows that this mouse won’t want to get away from him. Ever.
I debate on moving forward, but I can’t seem to will my body to move. There are so many passengers on this elevator, I couldn’t move an inch; even if I wanted to. Which, let’s be honest, I didn’t. Nope, not one tiny bit. My brain is doing a great job at trying to justify my body wanting to be permanently pressed up against this stranger. No stranger-danger here, ladies.
Time seems to have stopped or something. All I know is that he is holding me to the heat of his massive male frame. I can’t stop the images of this stranger’s tongue slowly licking his way down my entire body. My lace panties are completely soaked and I haven’t even seen this man. Well, okay, I am a shoe whore and his shoes were pretty nice so I could have soaked my panties just from looking at his shoes. At least I’m being honest.
There is no doubt that he feels the same fierce energy between our bodies that I do. I feel an uncontrollable electric pull toward him. Synapses firing in between our bodies creating sparks that would light up even the darkest of nights.
His fingers dig into my hipbones, holding on for dear life. Damn. He intensifies his grip on my left hipbone, while his right hand drifts slowly to my right ear. He gently pulls on the cord to my earbud and all I can concentrate on is his warm ragged breath against my bare neck.
He leans in close to my ear and I hear a slight sucking sound, like he is sucking on his finger. What?! This only happens in porn movies! Like the one I am living in at this very moment folks. I feel a warm sensation as he trails the tip of his wet index finger from my collarbone up to my right earlobe.
My breath catches and I hear a low chuckle escape his throat. Asshole. I smile to myself for mentally insulting him. Although for that chuckle I should have insulted him face to face. If I could move… which I can’t… and don’t want to.
He flexes his left fingers and slowly slides his large palm across my cashmere-covered abdomen. His strong palm presses on my belly. I realize he is trying to help me slow my breathing. Bringing me back to the present… with him.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.