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About the author:
Novelist, Reviewer, Content Editor, Blogger, T-shirt Wearer, and Professional Snacker; Tracy A. Ball is a native Baltimorean and a veteran West Virginian whose family is blended from three cultures. She has opened her home to foster children, drug addicts, AIDS victims and anyone who needed an assist. She knows people who have committed murder and people who have dined with the Pope.</p><br /><br />
<p>Which is why she writes sweet stories about tough love…and takes naps.
What inspired you to write your book?
I was once asked if there was a circumstance in which I would forgive an infidelity. It took a while and a lot of factors, but I came to the conclusion, only in this one, weird, twisted scenario where it actually makes sense. And, even that has to be fixed.
Here is a short sample from the book:
“How do you do that?” she whispered.<br /><br /><br />
“Do what?” He twirled the strand around his finger, not sure of the topic, not sure he cared.<br /><br /><br />
“Make a girl want to agree.” She didn’t know what it was. The warm night. The excitement of feeling a little bit naughty. Maybe it was just him.<br /><br /><br />
Damn. He knew he was grinning like a sixth grader, but he didn’t care. Her eyes were soft pools of misty-gray that he was sure would linger in his dreams. Slowly, he closed the space between them, feeling like he was falling into those misty-gray pools. “I want to kiss you.” His voice went low. “I won’t if that frightens you or gives you the wrong impression.” He could feel her breath.<br /><br /><br />
“I am so out of my league.” She licked her lips.<br /><br /><br />
He almost lost his control.<br /><br /><br />
“I…I think I might let you. What does that make me?”<br /><br /><br />
“Amazing.” He captured her mouth, pressing against her softness, drinking in her moan, mingling it with his own. From her conversation, he assumed her dating history was close to non-existent. Even so, tasting her first real kiss rocked his universe. Now, he had an addiction.<br /><br /><br />
Wanting more, yet not daring to take it, Holden pulled back, enchanted by her dreamy reluctance. Eyes closed, lips partly open, she leaned forward trying to follow his mouth.<br /><br /><br />
Holden was a sexpert. Deflowering virgins, illicit affairs, one night stands; he and Eric had been at it since they were twelve. When it came to women, there wasn’t much he hadn’t tried. The Latche twins had a knack for conquering females. Since they reached maturity, their success rate was a steady one hundred percent. But something was different about this one. One kiss, one touch and he knew. Something was off.<br /><br /><br />
It didn’t take him an hour to get her outside. He didn’t have to manipulate the circumstances to get that kiss. Getting her into bed would be a challenge, but not beyond his abilities. The thing was, he didn’t want it…he did want it…but it didn’t stop with the physicality. He wanted…he wanted… he didn’t know what he wanted from her. He wanted to see her in the morning. Maybe take her to lunch and hang out. He wanted to talk to her on the phone, not avoid her calls. He wanted to protect her from men like him. He wanted to kiss her again. And again. He wanted to make love to her…No, he wanted to f… Hell. He did want to make love to her.<br /><br /><br />
He watched her eyes flutter open as she floated back to earth. Misty-gray sparkled under a film of gloss. Her mouth was kiss-swollen and juicy sweet. For the first time in his life, Holden Latche was lost.