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About the author:
Lisa Kumar is a wife, mother, and romance writer who grew up in small-town Indiana. She now resides in the suburbs of Chicago with her husband and two sons. When not spinning tales of romance and fantasy, she can be found with her nose buried in a book, or more accurately, her e-reader. Her scholastic background is in psychology, which enabled her to get low-paying jobs in the human services sector. Needless to say, she’s now writing full-time.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Given the difference in our lifespans, I don’t possibly see how I could stay here, even if I wanted to.”
“We can remedy that issue.” He hesitated, discomfort flashing across his face. “If we join through marriage, I can complete a ceremony that will enable you to share my lifespan.”
Stunned disbelief poured over her, and before she could halt them, words exploded from her.
“What! Are you crazy? Marriage! Marriage?”
Inside, every alarm blared. Marriage? Whoa! Why would he want to marry her? Sure, he desired to have her here for some cockamamie reason that she couldn’t even begin to understand, but marriage?
“Natalie,” he said in a soothing voice, holding out a hand. “I know this sounds quite shocking, but once you get —”
Lurching out of the chair, she eyed him like the insane man he was. “No, don’t even finish that sentence.” Whirling around, she sprinted toward the exit, but before she could get in more than a few steps, he stood before her.
She shuddered. How…how did he get around his desk so fast?
Lorh placed his hands on her arms, his grip strong but not bruising. “I’m sorry, but I can’t let you run.”
His touch seared through the thin sleeves of her gown and seemed to brand her down to the bone. Panic seized her. This place, this male, they were driving her mad.
Natalie yanked against his hold, wanting — no, needing — to be free. This was all too much.
Everything pulled at her — her fright, her strange attraction to Lorh, his mysteriousness, and his latest declaration. She feared she’d explode into a thousand tiny pieces from it.
Words bubbled out, and she didn’t even try to hide the desperation in them. “Please, let me go. Let me go home. If this is what you brought me here for, it’s not going to work.”
Remorse flashed in his eyes before a look of resolve replaced it. “I can’t allow you to go. If you listen to me, I’m sure we can come to an accord.”
“I’m not going to listen to any more crazy talk. You won’t get me to agree to…to that.”