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About the author:
A blossoming author who hopes to weave tales that explore the complexities of friendships and romances between people of different classes, ages, and social statuses, Kelda Mystern focuses on quality within all of her stories and hopes to leave her readers satisfied.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to do a contemporary story where romance could blossom between people of two different generations, and where a mistake could lead to something new and wonderful happening.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Walking over to the door and opening it to head next door, an icy wind robbed me of my mind and breath the moment I laid eyes on a pair of green eyes. They belonged to a man whose face I never wanted to see again. Without even realizing it I spoke his name. “David…”
He was leaning against my car with his arms crossed. That short-cut hair of his and silver-tie around the business shirt he wore were unmistakable. He seemed happy to see me. “Kris, it’s been a long time…”
After a moment of shock the chill was replaced with an aggressive heat that came from the necklace around my neck. It was as if it were a burning hot symbol of what he threw away, the physical embodiment of our lost love and past, stirring the anger inside of me. “How the hell did you find out where I live?”
“I hired a private investigator after Lucy told me she spotted you at a place near here.” He rubbed his hands together and brought them to his lap. Then, taking a deep breath, he said, “We need to talk.”
Fingers that were wrapped around the edges of the door tensed. I could slam it shut and put a wall between us so that I didn’t have to see him. But until he left I would still hear his voice through the walls. Pursing my lips after a deep exhalation, I responded as icily as I could. “You couldn’t call?”
“You’d block my number,” he retorted. True enough, I would have. And then I would have changed my own to be safe. He took a step forward and the tension in my body grew, like a loaded spring waiting to bounce back. “Can I come in to talk?”
I shook my head and responded with a curt and firm, “No.”
“Kris, we need to talk in private about this,” he said. “I’m really sorry.”
“You didn’t tell me,” I snarled. The grip I had on the door became strained and my fingers trembled. “I had to learn if from Lucy running her mouth when she thought I wasn’t around.”
“I know,” he admitted softly. “I was going to tell you once I had everything sorted–”
“Finding out your lover had gotten an intern pregnant isn’t something I should’ve had to learn through the resident gossip queen!” I snapped, my voice cracking in rage as it grew louder. “Imagine hearing her go on and on about how I was so damn clueless for not figuring out that you had been having an affair for God knows how long!”
He didn’t dare look at me after that. “Kris…I’m really sorry. I didn’t want you to find out like that.”
“Leave,” I ordered softly, in a manner that frightened even me.
He relented for the moment and drove away. Once I was sure he was gone, I shut the door and the tension that kept me upright melted away. For the moment it was over, but he knew where I lived now and could find me anytime he wanted.
Seeing him again, after everything that’s happened, left me unable to stem the flow of tears now that I was alone. With my back against the door and my knees tucked in to cover my eyes, I could only silently sob and wonder why couldn’t he have just left me alone, so I could try to forget him and the pain he gave me?
There wasn’t even time to grieve before someone knocked against the door, their knuckles rapping against it and sending vibrations through my spine. I told whoever it was to go away, but when they responded I went rigid. Even muffled as it traveled through the door and down to where I sat, it was undoubtedly Robert’s.
“Miss Deering,” he said. “Can we talk for a minute?”
I didn’t really want to talk or be seen at the moment. Things were piling up and the pain of seeing David still ate at the core of my very being. But I owed him an apology for that drunken night of sin. “Give me a minute, please.”
I forced myself up and into the bathroom to clean my face. I couldn’t let anyone see me like this, especially not him. I wiped away the tears and tried to look presentable, at least as much as I could with blood-shot eyes from crying. There was no time to try something else either since I couldn’t keep him waiting outside.
Instead I kept my head down so he couldn’t look into my eyes as I opened the door for him. “Please, come in.”