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About the author:
Barbra Campbell writes fast and hot contemporary romance/erotic romance as an escape from the regular world. When she was raising her natural born children, exchange students, dogs, cats, birds, horses, chickens, a rabbit, and a cow, she found time to nearly get her PhD in Genetics, help with her husband's construction company, play cello in multiple symphonies, and volunteer for roughly seven hundred organizations.
Life happened. New paths were taken, and she's finally escaped most of the rat race to dream up sexy fantasy worlds where the characters are guaranteed a Happily Ever After, or at least a Happy For Now! And since she's busy, she appreciates stories that get right to the point!
What inspired you to write your book?
I LOVE reading steamy short story romances, and I love to write them too. I'm really busy so I enjoy stories that give me a quick escape.
Even the littlest event can inspire a romance for me: a gesture someone makes, a comment, a fleeting glance…then my fantasy world explodes. I scribble frantic notes or leave myself text messages until I get get to my laptop and secure my next story idea.
SINGLE DAD SEDUCTION started with the thought of being obsessed with a school teacher (I won't reveal which real life teacher that might have been), and of course, the complicating factor of a student and teacher hooking up.
The Carissa's Cabana component for the series was inspired by a friend of mine who's a school teacher. In real life, she loves the idea of running a beachfront smoothie cabana, even though we live in the Colorado Mountains.
Girls have to dream!
Here is a short sample from the book:
Hoping to salvage my pride after thinking I had a chance with Mr. Stevens, I’d left work with my head held high. My family had a beach house where I stayed most of the summer. It was roomier than my apartment, and only ten minutes down the road, away from the strip where all the tourists hung out.
I’d stocked the fridge with wine, and I could relax while Mr. Stevens wondered why I wasn’t throwing myself at him. I wasn’t a ménage type, or sloppy seconds, or whatever he was thinking.
When I opened the door and he was standing there, confusion flooded me. I’d gotten home about a minute before him. He must have followed me. What should I have felt? Flattered, angry, worried, horny. The last one took center stage.
“I’m looking for a friend’s house. Do I have the right place?” Coy, not what I expected from him.
“What kind of friend?” Playing along would give me time to sort him out.
“One I’ve waited far too long to visit.”
I’ll say, but I liked it better coming from him. “Just a casual drop in?”
“I hope not.”
Thrill shuddered through me. “Didn’t you have another friend earlier?”
“That’s not what I usually call my ex-wife, but we keep up pretenses for the kids.” He offered a sheepish grin, and heat pooled between my legs.
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