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About the author:
As the mother of four grown daughters, I'm familiar with the problems women face finding love, raising children, and stepping back when necessary. That's why family dynamics play a large part in all my books. Sibling rivalry, drug abuse, and problems with spouses figure prominently in my stories. Of course, there's always a touching love story threaded through the pages. Who doesn't love a good love story? When I'm not secluded in my office marketing my work, I like to put jigsaw puzzles together. When I really want to rest my brain cells, I sprawl out in front of the TV and usually fall asleep.
What inspired you to write your book?
I've always liked stories about time travel but never read one that didn't have the heroine returning to her present life and seeing what seemed like insurmountable problems in a different light. I was also intrigued by the idea of a man and a woman becoming good friends after experiencing an intimate moment.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He smiled down at her, and her heart soared. So far, he hadn’t made any moves on her. A few suggestive comments about her clothes that first day, but nothing to indicate he found her attractive.
After supper, she offered to wash the dishes, unaware she had to heat water on the stove. While the water heated, she sat on the edge of the bed. “Is there any more lemonade left?” she asked. “It’s awfully warm in here with that stove blasting away.”
He poured the last few drops in her glass. The drink was warm and not refreshing at all. She downed it quickly. Then, reclining across the bed, she struck a provocative pose. “Do you find me attractive?” she boldly asked.
Daniel merely stared. Then he swallowed hard. “You know I do. You’re unlike anyone I’ve ever known.”
“Then why haven’t you tried to kiss me? You certainly weren’t shy about ogling me the last time I was here.” With a deft shoulder move, the skinny strap of her tank top slid off one shoulder.
“I, uh, apologize for that,” he stammered. “I—I was raised to be a gentleman.”
“Yes, yes.” She waved her hand in a dismissive manner. “And that’s all well and good. But where I come from, if a man finds a woman attractive, he’ll hit on her.”
“Hit on her?”
“It means to try something, make a move on her. You know what I mean.”
“I, uh, think I do. But I thought we should get to know each other better first. I’m sure I’ll do that sooner or later. Move or—hit—on you.”
Lily saw her exciting dream hitting the skids. Abandoning the effort, she pulled up her shoulder strap. “Okay, I get it. I’m coming on too strong.”
“No, no. It’s just that I . . . ”
Before he could finish his sentence, she slammed her fists down on the mattress. “No, dammit, I’m not sorry. This is my dream, and I want you to make love to me!”
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. “Now?” he squeaked.
“Uh, I don’t think I can do that on command.”
Lily frowned. Something was definitely wrong with this dream. Shouldn’t she be the one calling the shots?