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About the author:
Laura Roberts has written an entire novel in just three days, writes steamy romance under the pen name Laure L’Amour, and publishes books that press buttons at Buttontapper Press (http://buttontapper.com). She currently lives in Sacramento, California with her artist husband and their literary kitties, and can be found on Twitter @buttontapper. When she’s not writing, she can be found editing manuscripts for indie authors, transcribing reality TV, watching rom-coms, testing chocolate recipes, or searching for more typewriters to add to her collection.
What inspired you to write your book?
My main inspiration for this book was actually another book I had to put aside when the pandemic began. I had a new travel guidebook, called "Sacramento From A to Z," ready to go in March… and that's when lockdown began in the state of California. So, obviously no one was going to be traveling for a while, and I had to put the book on hold. While I was stuck at home, it occurred to me that I could write some fictional stories about Sacramento, with a romantic angle to them, and so I began writing the "meet cute" portion of these stories as a way of introducing readers to the city of Sacramento and some of the people that live here.
Here is a short sample from the book:
CHAPTER 1: AMERICAN RIVER RUN-IN
Sometimes when Cupid’s arrow strikes it’s like a real arrow touching down. That’s how Annie Anderson felt at 3:47 on a Thursday afternoon, jogging along the American River Parkway with her trusty hound. One minute she was talking to herself about making good time (actually she was talking to Eddie, but Eddie was ignoring her – his ears flapping dramatically in the wind may have been responsible), the next she was flat on her back in the grass wondering what had hit her.
“Oh my god, are you all right?”
“Ow,” was all Annie could manage, trying to sit up and assess the situation.
“I’m so sorry, I didn’t even see you until it was too late!” The man helping her up was dressed from head to toe in yellow Spandex, and had perched his sunglasses atop his head so she could see the concern in his brown eyes.
Eddie was licking her hand, and she patted him reflexively. “Good boy.”
“Ken Thompson. What’s his name?”
“Eddie. I’m Annie. It’s 2020, and that asshole is still President, right?” she joked.
“You aren’t concussed,” Ken concurred. “Can you stand?”
“For you, I can fly.”
He blushed. She grinned. Eddie sneezed.