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About the author:
She writes romance because she’s in a long-term relationship with the genre and writing such stories makes it happy.
What inspired you to write your book?
The characters and their conflicts. As a plotter, I developed Vera and Leeson prior to writing, and once I’d established their conflicts – contrasting and clashing with each other’s – I knew I HAD to write their story. They were both such strong people, ruled by secrets and self-doubt, that I wasn’t going to be happy until they were.
Here is a short sample from the book:
He murmured, ‘We have a problem here.’
She didn’t move. ‘Avoidable?’
‘Doesn’t feel like it.’
Vera’s eyes were wide. ‘You sure?’
Blood was pumping hard through him, charging him with such energy he felt he could carry her through the Staff Only door and not come out for days. ‘Fairly sure, yeah.’
Her bottom lip disappeared between her teeth. She inhaled, drew away fractionally, and asked, ‘What should we do?’
‘It’d be best if we deal with it now,’ he suggested, using his body to back her against the wall and keep her there. He didn’t do relationships and she was leaving in five weeks. As far as he was concerned, the stars had aligned. He lowered his head until the freckles on her cheeks blurred. ‘Don’t you think?’
She made a soft humming sound, a sound that walked the line between denial and temptation. It was a clever little noise that left her in complete control.
‘Was that a yes?’
‘Does your method of dealing with it involve discussion?’
One side of Leeson’s mouth rose in a half-smile. ‘No.’
‘Then no,’ she said, her eyes dropping to his mouth even as she said, ‘it wasn’t a yes.’
He didn’t pull back. ‘Okay,’ he said silkily. ‘What would you like to discuss?’
A boundary was nothing but a challenge to overcome. ‘You want to be careful where you put them,’ he told her, ‘if I know you don’t really want them there.’
‘I draw the line between flirting and anything physical.’ Her breasts were currently crossing that line by brushing against his chest.
‘Flirting is harmless.’
‘My kisses don’t hurt.’
‘You intend to stop with a kiss?’
He was too aware of her body against his to lie. ‘No.’
‘Then we don’t start.’
Leeson’s forehead touched hers. ‘You don’t want to get hurt,’ he said, trying to sound rational rather than desperate. ‘So let’s keep emotions out. The sooner we dive in, the sooner we’ll surface.’
Vera didn’t answer immediately, and for that time, Leeson thought he’d won. Then she said, ‘What would you say if I told you I haven’t dived in before?’
He stilled. Frowned. ‘I’d say we have metaphor confusion.’
She closed her eyes briefly. ‘We don’t.’
‘Pool of sex,’ she said, ‘in which the diving is the having.’