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About the author:
I’ve been a “writer” since I was eight (I still have those stories!) and in high school I was the editor of the school paper. I then was a copywriter for ad agencies, moved to Okinawa, Japan and got my first five books published there. Upon returning to the USA, I became a cyber crime expert as a result of my own cyberstalking situation and my life did a complete 180 degrees. I train law enforcement, speak at schools about cyberbullying, lecture at conferences, libraries and to parents and have my own non-profit organization, Working to Halt Online Abuse, where we help cyberstalking victims for free. Writing fiction is a hobby, but my last three book have been about online crimes (see truecrime-online.com)
What inspired you to write your book?
It was based on actual things that happened in my life while I was in the middle of a divorce. I decided to put it down, changed and merged the characters and it just flowed from there!
Here is a short sample from the book:
“Sarah, this is Jean-Paul Olivier,” Marian said and Sarah turned with a smile.
The man in front of her was about an inch taller than she was, with short brown hair parted on the side. His light blue eyes watched her with interest. His smile was aloof. In fact, his whole manner was aloof.
“How do you do?” Sarah stared back at him.
He took her hand in his, brought it to his lips and lightly kissed the top of it. He held her hand at his lips for a moment longer as he looked at her, grinned, then gently let go.
“Very well, mon cherie,” Jean-Paul murmured.
Sarah tilted her head. An accent.
“I am from France,” Jean-Paul answered her unasked question and smiled again. “I am new to this country and work for Regal Industries. I have discovered your store is on my list of appointments to make, so I asked Marian to introduce us.”
Marian raised her eyebrows as she looked at Sarah.
“Ahem, Sarah? You there?” Marian teased.
“Oh, yes, I’m sorry.” Sarah blushed for the second time that evening.
“You look lovely when you, how do you say, color?” Jean-Paul said as he tucked her arm in his.
He began to lead her to the other side of the room and Marian smiled in satisfaction.
* * *
They talked about women’s clothing, rumors about what would be hot next season, her store, her family, her friends, even her cat. Sarah found herself entranced with this man and never noticed that he did not divulge a thing about his personal life. The closest he came was when the talked about France, but even then, it was general information. But Sarah didn’t mind. Jean-Paul was a perfect gentleman, attentive, adoring. She felt like she was in another century as he held out a chair for her, poured a glass of champagne for her, stood when she had to go to the ladies room. She was walking on air.
At the end of the night Jean-Paul walked Sarah to her white BMW and took her hand in his, bringing it to his lips once again.
“It was a distinct pleasure meeting you, lovely Sarah,” he murmured. “With your permission, I will phone you soon to come by your store. Is this okay?”
“Oh yes, that’s fine,” Sarah breathed out the words.
“Drive carefully.” Jean-Paul shut the car door as she settled in the driver’s seat.
Sarah grinned stupidly and started up the car, then waved and was gone.
Jean-Paul smiled to himself. It was almost too easy, he thought.