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About the author:
Along with worky work I’ve been band mom, theater mom, football mom, and reading room mom. I write witty smut and sizzling love stories.
What inspired you to write your book?
I wanted to create smart, sexy characters, that had a past. I wanted them to be older than 20 and not virginal newbies. In The Consultant I have romantic leads that are great at their careers but not so great at love. I wanted to show that fantastic love can come from confidence and maturity, not always inexperience. I wasn’t able to find that kind of book so I wrote one! This is a book where second chances are really possible and that love is better in your thirties — even forties!
Here is a short sample from the book:
A small finger of panic arose as she realized she was now alone with Mr. Wes Thompson.
She’d never been so physically affected by another person in her life. It was distracting, and it left her off balance. This is what she got for living the life of a nun for the last year—she had the internal reactions of a teenager when faced with a handsome man.
Edit that, a handsome, sexy man. No, no, a handsome, sexy, muscular… Macy had to force herself to focus. She needed her brain right now and it appeared her libido had taken control of the ship.
Wes walked from behind his desk and towards her. She took a reflexive step back, but he put his hand on the back of her shoulder to gently pivot her focus to the wall of the office. Her nerve endings all jumped in response. What was her problem? She couldn’t really feel his fingertips through her suit coat and her silk blouse, but she swore each finger sent a jolt to her skin. Out of nowhere, and instantly, this man thawed what she’d had packed away in the ice box for ages. Since leaving Phil she had no interest in any entanglements.
Wes’s light touch moved to her shoulder blade to guide her to where he wanted her to direct her focus. “Here, these pictures on the wall will give you a little bit of history. My dad was the original owner, but things have gone to pot. I’d really like to see if there’s something to salvage here, if WLUV can be profitable.”
Macy looked at several framed black and white pictures on the wall. A kid’s clown show, a cooking show, a weather man doing his forecast outside on a chalkboard, a couple of white guys with giant collars and mustaches… either these were all nostalgic photos from the early days, or they were photos of the cast of Anchor Man. “Great pictures, I can see why the station is important to you and your family.”
She knew she needed to minimize alone time with this man if she wanted to stay in control. And she very desperately wanted to stay in control. “Why don’t I get that tour that you mentioned? From there I can watch tonight’s evening news product and see where to start.”
Wes directed a devastating smile in her direction, “Right this way.” He shifted the pressure of his hand on her back while making a museum tour guide gesture with the other.
Warning bells went off in her brain. Danger, danger, Will Robinson! Wes’s sexy smile was clearly capable of melting even the coldest corporate consultant’s heart. Macy feared that the tenuous grasp she had over her new life was just waiting to unravel, and all he had done so far was smile and touch her shoulder.
She hoped Wes Thompson would be too busy to spend much time with her in the next six weeks. Surely the station owner had better things to do…terror gripped her chest when she realized he was looking at her like he was starving and she was a juicy steak. Did he look at all women that way? Probably. And it probably worked like crazy.
But if there was one thing she knew how to do, it was ignore distraction and perform. She’d done live shots in battle zones, on the side of highways, and even once while a steer took a shit behind her at the county fair. She had a lot of work to do in this small-market disaster, and she could perform the role of a cold-hearted consulting bitch no matter how steamy this man was making her feel.
Hopefully Wes was a hands-off kind of boss and she wouldn’t see too much of him. Except she also hoped she’d see all of him. Somewhere inside, her subconscious was banging its head against a wall.