​Character Interview
 
Answer all three (as yourself):

1. Your name—Marianne Rice
2. Name of your book—Then Came You
3. First and last name of the character being interviewed—Grayson Montgomery

 
Answer each of the questions as if you were your main character—Architect and heir to the Buchanan Fashion empire Grayson Montgomery

1. What is your greatest fear? That I won’t be able to find my true self. I’ve lived so long being the person others wanted me to be. I’m working hard to step out from the pressure of my family and discover myself, my desires, my new goals.
2. What is the trait you most deplore in yourself?  I wish I could stand up to my grandmother. She’s the matriarch of our family and for my entire life I’ve watched her employees and my parents bow to her. I’ve watched her mentally and emotionally abuse my mother and have become the emotionless robot she wanted me to be. It never bothered me before, or maybe I never noticed before…Thyme.
3. What is your greatest extravagance? *smirks* My private jet. It was only used for business until I met Thyme.
4. What is your current state of mind?  Ha! My mind was career focused until I met Thyme and Maddie. Now I can’t think straight and find myself smiling and laughing when I should be crunching numbers or designing my next building.
5. What do you most dislike about your appearance?  I wish I was more comfortable in my skin. Being wealthy never used to be a fault. Until I met Thyme. I never used to smile much but can’t help myself these days. It’s a big improvement. I’m sure Thyme will tell you the same.
6. When and where were you happiest? *A smile as big as his jet plane lights up his face* When I’m with Thyme and my newly discovered daughter, Maddie.

Title: THEN CAME YOU
Author: Marianne Rice
Series: The Wilde Sisters, Book #2
SYNOPSIS:
Thyme Wilde doesn’t make long-term decisions—until she falls in love with one… 
 
Easily bored and quickly distracted, Thyme enjoys her freedom, so being a temp at her sister’s company is the perfect job. But when she takes a position as a nanny, she instantly falls in love with the five-year-old princess named Maddie—and just two months later, Maddie’s parents are killed in a plane crash, leaving Thyme in an unfamiliar role of responsibility. 
 
Multi-millionaire architect Grayson Montgomery lives in the lap of luxury—but at a cost… 
 
Being the sole heir of his family’s fashion empire and his father’s architectural firm, Grayson has never lacked for anything. But in return, he must stay subservient to the matriarch of his family—his grandmother—and date the heiress of their largest business partner. The only freedom Grayson has is his architectural designs, which are his true passion. 
 
One day changes Grayson’s future forever… 
 
A lawyer summons Grayson to Maine for the reading of the will of a woman he once knew. He doesn’t expect to be named the father of a five-year-old orphan. Then he meets his newly-discovered daughter—and her incredibly sexy nanny. 
 
While acting as Maddie’s loyal nanny, Thyme develops feelings for her new employer that are more than professional. And after several passionate nights with Grayson, it’s clear the feeling is mutual. 
 
When it’s made evident Grayson sees her as a convenient placeholder, Thyme must push aside her desires and put Maddie above herself—even if it means sacrificing her heart to do it.
 
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THE WILDE SISTERS - SWEET ON YOU, Book 1
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR - Marianne Rice writes contemporary romances set in small New England towns. Her heroes are big and strong, yet value family and humor, while her heroines are smart, sexy, sometimes a little bit sassy, and are often battling a strong internal conflict. Together, they deal with real life issues and always, always, find everlasting love. When she’s not writing, Marianne spends her time buying shoes, eating chocolate, chauffeuring her herd of children to their varying sporting events, and when there’s time, cuddling with her husband, a drink in one hand, a romance book in the other.
 
Limitless Publishing: http://www.limitlesspublishing.net/authors/marianne-rice/
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/MarianneRiceaut
Twitter: https://twitter.com/mariannericeaut
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I'm always excited to share an interview with you...getting behind the scenes information on authors is fun! Let's see what Tamara has to say once she's in the hot seat!

​Hello Tamara Lush, and thank you for visiting today.  Tell us a little about yourself.
By day, I’m a journalist with The Associated Press. At night, I write fictional romance tales about complicated, sexy men and the independent woman who captivate them.

Thanks! It sounds like you have an interesting life. Now on to some personal questions. If you could go back in time to when you were seven years old, what wisdom or advice would you pass on to yourself?
1. Don’t waste your money on moisturizers. Use coconut oil instead.
2. That guy? The sexiest, most arrogant one in the room? He’s not worthy of your time and attention. Move on. (Repeat as needed).
3. Follow your instincts. They’re always right.

For what are you grateful?
I’m insanely blessed to have a husband that loves and cares for me and I’m eternally grateful for him. I’m also grateful for my health, because without that, everything is incidental. My friends, my co-workers and my dogs are all sources of immense joy.

If a zombie virus took over the world, how many days do you think you could last before you were infected? And what would you do to postpone the inevitable?
I don’t think I’d last long because I’d likely have to write news articles about the outbreak and I’d get infected quickly. I’d wash my hands a lot, though.

Ouch. Well at least you'll know where the outbreaks are! What television sitcom is most like your family? Why?
The Addams Family. We have an unusual and macabre sense of humor.

What’s your favorite thing to do to relax?
Walk with my husband and dogs on the beach.

Okay... now I'm jealous...the beach! *sigh* Let’s find out a little bit about you as an author. Did you always want to be an author?
I always wanted to write, in some way. I started writing in grade school. I’d write little books about adventurous men who were archaeologists or explorers and their equally adventurous girlfriends. Really, I don’t think my themes have changed all that much, I guess.
 
What authors had an impact on you growing up and as an adult?
I loved Judy Blume as a child, but my favorite book was Harriet the Spy by Louise Fitzhugh. As an adult, I love narrative non-fiction. Cheryl Strayed, in particular, is one of my favorites. For romance, I love Lisa Kleypas, Molly O’Keefe, Tiffany Reisz and Roni Loren.

Do you have any “must haves” with you while you’re writing?
My critique partner, Kat Faitour, got me hooked on writing to the sounds of rain and thunder.

How did you decide to write a contemporary romance story? 
I decided to write contemporary romance because I love the genre and read it for years. I believe that romance novels are mostly stories of a woman’s experience – how a woman chooses love and life on her own terms. I believe that writing romance, and writing about women choosing (and usually getting) exactly what they want, is a deeply feminist act.

What have you learned the most from being in the writing business?
I’ve learned to have a neverending well of patience. Submitting my manuscripts to agents and editors took a level of patience that I didn’t know I possessed.

Tell us about your latest release: 
My latest release is called Tell Me a Story. Here’s a blurb:
 
A flirtatious reading of erotica blossoms into something deep and tender in the steamy Florida heat...
 
Tell Me a Story
 
Emma, a free-spirited bookstore owner in Orlando, keeps her business afloat with innovative ideas. Her most popular evening event is Story Brothel, where customers can pay writers to read aloud to them in a story-time for two, complete with cocktails. Despite the name, the event is usually tame. But things take a steamy turn when a handsome, urbane businessman hires Emma for a session in a private cabana. Daringly, she shares with him a reading of her erotica. Soon both of them are feeling the effects … and Emma’s wondering what kind of lover is underneath his expensive suit.
 
Caleb may be a billionaire real estate mogul, but he’s never been captivated by a woman as he is by the lovely, quirky Emma. Her rockabilly vintage dresses make him long to strip them off and do very wicked things to her. And her refusal to share her personal life only makes him more curious.
 
Soon the couple are spending every available moment together. But Emma’s building is in danger of being razed out from under her bookstore … and worse, Caleb may be behind her problems. Can she trust him with her life as she does with her body? Or will the prickly walls built during her harsh past keep them apart?

For More Information

• Tell Me a Story is available at Amazon.
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Book Excerpt:
I wanted him the second I looked into his steel-blue eyes.

“How much?” he asked. It was a sexy voice, a deep voice, and I smiled—a smile that alluded to everything but promised nothing, aware of appearing coy and knowing and not-too-eager.

I was in the mood to flirt.

Before I could answer, my friend Sarah broke in. “It’s two dollars a minute. Two dollars, one minute of reading. Half goes to charity, half goes to the writer. But you can negotiate with the writer, if you know what I mean.”

The man smiled and ran a thumb over his full bottom lip as he looked me up and down.

Sarah laughed and wiggled her dark brows. “That’s why I called it Story Brothel. It’s between the reader—” she clapped him on the shoulder “—and the writer. God, I love this. I feel like a madam. Like the Heidi Fleiss of Florida fiction.”

She reached to squeeze my arm, then leaned into me and lowered her voice playfully. “Remember: half for charity. No skimming.”

I rolled my eyes. “Like I’d do that.” Sarah stood on her tiptoes and kissed me on the cheek.

“He looks rich. Maybe he’ll pay you extra so you can save the bookstore,” she whispered.

I scowled, not wanting a reminder of work. This was my rare night out, a time when I wasn’t buried in orders or paperwork or my writing. It was when I transformed myself from serious shop owner into romance writer, like some pulp fiction superheroine. Glasses off; wild, curly hair down; blood-red lipstick staining every napkin and cocktail rim in my path.

And maybe this man’s mouth in a short while. I was long overdue for male attention. At least, that’s what I told myself as I took in his charcoal suit, his crisp white shirt, and the platinum glint of a wristwatch dial. I hadn’t been kissed in a long time—not well, at least. And not by a man this interesting looking.

An unfamiliar song came on, some Arabic-lounge groove with strong, heavy drums. It was how my heart felt against my ribcage. Sarah moved into the crowd. I kept smiling. So did he.

“Story Brothel,” he murmured in a voice so low I could barely hear the words. Because he was tall, he had to tilt his face and his gunmetal-blue eyes downward to look at me.

I shook my head dramatically and clicked my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “You don’t seem like the type of man who’d come to an event like this.”

“I don’t?” His eyes glittered and teased. They were such a gorgeous hue that popped against his long, dark lashes. He wasn’t the most handsome man I’d ever seen, but he radiated confidence and sensuality. His features—high cheekbones, a slightly big nose, a strong jaw—wouldn’t have stood out on their own, but the combination was irresistibly masculine. Intriguing. Fuckable.

“No. And I’ve never seen you here before.”
“This isn’t a one-time only thing?”

“It’s a monthly thing, for the Orlando Literacy Council.”

“So you’re an experienced…story…?” He motioned in a half-circle with his hand, and a salacious grin crept on his face.

“Whore?” I offered with mock innocence.

“You said it. I didn’t.”

That made me giggle.

“What’s that quote about writing and prostitution?” he asked.

I tilted my head, and a grin the size of the Everglades stretched across my face. It was impossible not to react because his question surprised me. Even though I owned a bookstore, meeting well-read, hot men was a rare event in my central Florida city, which was better known as the home of a giant cartoon mouse.

“Writing is like sex. First you do it for love…”

He chimed in. “…then you do it for your friends, and then for money.”


How did you decide on your story plot?
Tell Me a Story came from an actual literary event in my city called Story Brothel, where people pay writers to listen to them read aloud. I loved the concept and wondered what would happen if an erotica writer met a handsome man at Story Brothel and read him a sexy story.
 
How did you choose your characters names and location for your story?
I love the sound of the name Emma. And I wanted a very masculine, yet unusual name, so I went with Caleb. I set most of my books in Florida, and Tell Me a Story is no different. It’s set in Orlando, largely because that city is a place of fantasy and fairy tales – and Tell Me a Story is a fairy tale for adult women.

Do you have a favorite scene? Why?
My favorite scene is the beginning, when Emma and Caleb lock eyes and banter. When he buys her a drink, and they flirt erotically without touching or saying anything particularly sexual. Sometimes the biggest turn ons come from witty banter.

I agree. Minds are so sexy! Do you have a character that you identify with? Who and why? No, the characters in Tell Me a Story are purely fictional! I don’t live half the exciting life Emma does.

Let our readers know how they can get a hold of you…
Readers can find me at www.tamaralush.com -- that’s where they can check for new releases and sign up for my newsletter.
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​Bianca’s Guide to Riding on the Bus
 
Bianca is the horseman of conquest. She enjoys riding the bus but not necessarily all the time. Here are a few handy tips on surviving the bus ride to work in the morning.

1. Avoid the smelly humans. Ok to be fair immortals can smell bad too but humans seem to smell awful more. Peak stick times are late late (after happy hour and last call) or on certain routes past gyms in the early morning. Peak time is rush hour after work. Lots of milling smelly humans.
2. Hand sanitizer. Enough said there.
3. A book. Avoid direct eye contact if at all possible. Crossword puzzle, phone, whatever. Don’t meet eyes with the crazy ones.
4. Don’t eat or drink on the bus. Just a bad idea. Takes one deep pothole or one off balance drunk to send the food or beverage all over you.
5. Bring flats. Heels and walking between bus stops and destinations do not make for a good morning…or evening.
6. Make sure you have correct change or your charge card has money on it. Nothing more embarrassing than having the lesser beings stare at your like you’re wasting their time. (You’re welcome for not reducing you to a pile of dust by the way).
7. Did I say hand sanitizer?
8. If your friend offers you her car service, don’t be an idiot and too proud to take it. Just take the chauffeured, leather interior, shiny black, beautiful car.
9. The ability to control people helps clear them out of the way. So have that whenever possible. Humans don’t come standard with that though…so SOL.
10. Just don’t take the bus. That’s the best tip. Only ride the bus when you have no other option. Might I recommend fairy king’s with magic portals. They are handy for getting around.

You can read more about Bianca in On a White Horse.

​On a White Horse
 
Blurb:
Victor Brandt has a secret. As a new resident to New York, he goes out in search of diversion, and he finds it behind a red door. The Underworld embraces him, and soon he realizes he's going back night after night just to see Mistress Lethe: a Dominatrix so demanding she will satisfy her submissive into forgetting their own name before stealing her pleasure. But soon Mistress Lethe draws Victor into her world, and he realizes it's a lot larger than he thought.
 
Bianca's coffee business is booming, but her love life is lacking. With each step her friends—the other three horsemen of the apocalypse—take toward happiness, she holds herself back. As visions of the future threaten everything the horsemen have built, Bianca finds a man who sees all of her: the light and the dark, and for a little while she becomes Mistress Lethe, a simple woman and the embodiment of Conquest. But fate plays cruel jokes, and after only a short time with Victor she is confronted with a decision that can save the world but cost her the first man that’s ever made her want to be human.


 
When a mysterious stranger arrives bearing ill omens, Bianca wonders if she can keep together her motley crew in order to save the world. Or will the threesome’s tangled emotions usher in the apocalypse? Come and see.

Excerpt:
 
Bianca berated herself for succumbing to such distraction. Victor, his body, sighs, and all that toned brown skin. Even after her seal was stolen, she still couldn’t get him from her mind. It’s not like they didn’t have an idea of who stole it. It made sense she’d target Bianca since she’d humiliated her when they fought with Hel in the Underworld. The fact that a hellhound had entered her home while she and Katherine were out and stole the crown enraged her. Even Victor’s beautiful body couldn’t heal that sense of violation. When she raced home and found the place empty, at first fear flashed through her for Katherine’s safety, but she called the others and located them all at Scarlet’s place. They partied along completely oblivious through the theft of her seal and where was she? Shame poured over her as her mind drifted back to Victor.

Every inch of her wanted to take Victor again and mark him as her own. His sighs resounded in her mind as she stared at her ceiling during the night. And often, since she’d woken up, she’d stop and think about him. She’d ridden him on the floor, and he’d taken everything she dished out and wanted more. For her first human BDSM relationship, she wadded in neck deep. She researched online about BDSM relationships and learned she’d claim him if he wanted her to. Collar him and then set the standards of whatever came afterward.

For a moment, she considered what kind of collar one would put on a human and if he might actually wear it. Maybe only at the club or in play. Parts of her discounted the notion because she loved nothing impeding her hands from his bare skin. Beautifully unmarred by accessories…but he also cut a nice suit.

She slammed the open book in her lap closed as the bus rattled along between taxis and tourist rigs. No point in pretending anymore. She’d read ten words since she opened it fifteen minutes prior, and three stops remained until she would exit the bus and trek the couple blocks to work. Cloris wanted her, and all of them, to use her car service, but most of them loved the independence and the ability to go about their day and live their own life. Even if they did spend most of their time together. She worried after Katherine though. The woman cared too much about others for her own good, and Bianca feared someone would take advantage of her gentle heart.

A man bumped against her as the bus hit a pothole. He grabbed the pole in front of her that aligned with the seats. All the seats were taken, or she’d have shifted to another one. She glared over at him to find him leering down her cleavage. If she were Scarlet, she’d make him hurt for the insult. Cloris would stare him down and make him regret his daring. If she were Katherine, she’d politely excuse herself to another area of the bus until departure and then forget about it. She glanced back at him as he continued staring, and she didn’t care. None of it mattered because a numb emptiness suffused her. Sitting on a bus full of humans, milling around, living their menial lives. The end of the world might be a favor to them. Give them something to fight for.

Her hands tingled with the power inside her. She shook them to try dissipating the sensation, but it didn’t work. The edge she’d worn off at the club returned with a vengeance. A reminder as that conquering power began to force its way back up again. The man shifted his hand and grazed her breast as he shifted it up the pole in front of the row of seats. Her control snapped and she grabbed his chin. For a moment, the lust in his eyes, and then behind it the disgusted dirty deeds he’d committed in his life, were all she could see. The way he used and abused women before tossing them away.

His voice broke the spell. “You know you want it.”

She leaned in and pressed her lips to his in barely the promise of a kiss, and shoved the raw power inside him. When she pulled away, she smiled and whispered against his mouth. “You will never touch another woman again. Every time you do your skin will itch and burn as if you caught fire.”

He shifted and attempted to break the grip she held on his chin. She wasn’t Cloris, Katherine, or Scarlet, but she was stronger than a human woman. She patted him on the cheek, before releasing him, and he flinched back with a pained expression.
The bus jerked to a halt and she parted the crowd to exit. Once the cool air hit her face, she realized the direction her mind drifted and stopped cold. She’d only seen Victor a couple days prior, and the time she spent with him kept the edge of the need to control at bay, but after two days without the power, it began to rise from the depths of her demanding to be used, demanding the respect. She sighed as a cold sweat sprouted at her temples. She began a heavy march toward the shop and started to wonder if working would be a bad idea. To be around customers and people making demands of her. That might not be a good mix to her already unpredictable powers. She reached into her pocket for her phone and hit one of her worker’s numbers. “Hey, Tina, it’s B. Do you mind taking my shift this afternoon?”

Goodreads Links
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Author Bio:
Monica Corwin is an outspoken writer who attempts to make romance accessible to everyone no matter their preferences. As a new Northern Ohioian Monica enjoys snow drifts, three seasons of weather, and disliking Michigan. When not writing Monica spends time with her daughter and her ever growing collection of tomes about King Arthur.
 
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Mia has faced demons and fallen angels, let alone love...She's always fought for Michael and their relationship. Today, we get to see what Mia's been up to....

Mia Crawford is a prophet.

She can see angels. She also sees demons. Everywhere.

She knows the angels are preparing for war to get her fallen angel boyfriend, Michael, back.
 
A war that could take years.

Haunted by visions of Michael’s soul being tortured, Mia can’t rest until she knows he’s safe.
 
To save him, she must make an impossible journey through Hell. Her only guide is the one person she prayed she’d never see again.
 
Excerpt

He tucks his wings into himself, but they are still so close I could touch them. He walks a small circle around me. Still a dance.

“That’s very different,” he says.

“I don’t see how. I am human. They are my people.”

He bends forward until his face is inches from mine. “Your mother had passed. You needed me. We’re allowed to appear when we are needed.”

His breath warms my cheek and it’s all I can do not to lean closer.

“Really?” My eyes search his for a sign—any sign—of feelings for me. “She died ten moons ago.” Did only pity bring him? “Why did you stay?”

A light breeze ruffles the leaves overhead. It’s warm but welcome. Michael backs away, the tops of his cheeks lit with pink. He swallows and his Adam’s apple jumps in his throat. “Perhaps I needed you.”

His voice is music, and his energy hums through me, making me bold. I couldn’t imagine him needing anyone, least of all me. With a smile, I glance at him and hold up the feathery filament. A small piece of his magic, its light sparkles and plays along my hand, the lines of his throat and jaw, the front of his tunic.

“If I return this,” I say. “What will you give me in exchange?”

“Well.” He frowns and thoughtfully strokes his chin, but his eyes are still smiling. “What do you want? Riches and jewels aren’t mine to command. I am but a humble servant.”

“Can you make it rain? It would be good for my father’s crops.”

“You know I cannot,” he scolds. “Doing so would be interfering.”

I do know, but enjoy the game, the way he looks at me as though he sees something hidden deep inside me, the secret of who I am.

“How about a kiss?” I ask.

He casts his gaze to the ground and bows his head. “Of course. A blessing.” He rests his hands on my shoulders, and even that light touch scorches me. White-hot like the sun.

Closing his eyes, he leans in to kiss my forehead, but I want a real kiss. Not the kiss of an angel, but of a lover. I rise to my toes, lifting my chin, and press my lips to his.

About the Author:
A Canadian-born author, Lisa Voisin spent her childhood daydreaming and making up stories, but it was her love of reading and writing in her teens that drew her to Young Adult fiction.

Lisa is a technical writer, a meditation teacher, and the leader of the Lynn Valley Literary Society’s Young Writer’s Club, a writing group for teens. A self-proclaimed coffee lover, she can usually be found writing in a local café. When she's not writing, you'll find her meditating or hiking in the mountains.

Though she’s lived in several cities across Canada, she currently lives in Vancouver, B.C. with her fiancé and their two cats.
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More about Lisa can be found on her web site: http://www.lisavoisin.com.
 

In the small town of Caseville strange things have occurred…

From the time Jane Hensley was little, she knew she was different. Instead of hanging out with friends, she was often in the woods, alone, chanting magical words that filled her with power and effected the environment around her. A sudden summer storm on a perfectly sunny day. Monster waves crashing into the shores of Lake Huron. Strange things happening in nature with no rhyme or reason. Residents are mystified by these occurrences, but would never dream they could come from Plain Jane Hensley, the girl that was so quiet, it was like she wasn’t there at all.

But David Reynolds, the town’s football star, has noticed Jane. In fact he has been secretly in love with the strange girl for years. And on the morning of her sixteenth birthday, he is determined to finally reveal his heart to her. Instead David discovers Jane’s powerful secret. A secret that has brought a magical stranger to their town. One who claims to be a Pixie King, and entices Jane on a quest.
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Now David must choose whether to allow the girl of his dreams to disappear forever. Or follow her on a journey that defies logic.

Her first and also her once.

Jonathan and Rebecca’s paths cross at exactly the right moment, when each most needs to hear what the other has to say.

But Jonathan is three days from entering the priesthood, and Rebecca leaves him to his peace. But he is unable to find peace.

Without each other’s comfort and strength, they must each struggle to forge a new path, with only memories of the one day that changed everything.
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But are they able to forget and let go?

She just might be the woman of his dreams….

Maggie Heugan has her life all planned out, from her engagement to a handsome doctor, to her perfect nursing career. Then why does a chance meeting with a captivating stranger, have her questioning everything she has ever known?

Pro wrestler, Sean Miller is on a fast track to his destiny, until an unexpected injury derails his course. Now he can’t refrain from chasing the enticingly beautiful Nurse Maggie, when she just might hold the key to healing him in more ways than one.
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For these two conflicted lovers, life spirals out of control, when Love collides with destiny.
 
EXCERPTS: 
“Hold on, beautiful.” Sean grabbed her leg, and Maggie froze, looking down at his hand. His touch was hot against her thigh, and the long fingers wrapped above her knee made her shiver. Maggie sucked in a breath. Sean was holding her in an extremely inappropriate manner, one that should make her angry, not set her body on fire.

She locked eyes with him, and he offered her a wicked smile, as if he were completely on the same sizzling page. How could a man with a broken face manage to appear so devilishly handsome? Maggie shook her head and brushed aside his hand. “Let’s get a few things straight, Sean,” she said in a cold tone. “I’m never giving you a ride home, and I won’t tolerate you touching me again.”

“Got it.” Sean raised his hands above his head, showing her his immediate cooperation, and added, “About the touching part, at least.”

“Please, beautiful—”

“And that’s another thing.” Maggie placed her hands on her hips. “My name is not Beautiful, it’s Maggie. And I happen to be engaged, so you can cut the flirty games.”
Sean expression became bitter as he took that in before closing his eyes and moaning in pain. “If only I could open my pills.”

“Your pills?”

“Yes.” He squinted his eyes open, looking apathetic. “I can’t seem to open the medication my doctor prescribed.”

“Why not?” Maggie grabbed the bottle of pills off his lap and looked at them curiously. “This is the standard medicine bottle, easily opened by adults. I assume if you are capable of flirting with a strange woman, you are capable of opening a bottle of pills.”

“We’re not strangers anymore, Maggie,” Sean pointed out with another smile. “And flirting with someone as beautiful as you is easy. Opening a small bottle of pills while the world spins is not so easy.” 

Romance Author, Susan Vaughn understood the meaning of sarcasm before she could walk.  Her childhood in the suburbs of Detroit was spent mainly trying to outwit her six creative siblings.  When she wasn’t working on the next soul crushing jab, she sharpened her imagination on romantic literature and day dreamed about her knight in shining armor.
It didn’t take long for this hairdresser by trade to turn her passion for reading romances into writing her own unique love stories.  Susan lives her life finding laughter in all situations, and delights in marrying sarcasm with romance to create realistic falling-in-love stories in the unlikeliest of scenarios.  
Susan lives on the shores of Lake Huron with her real life knight in shining armor and enjoys watching their three children learn the art of sarcasm and wit.
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www.susanvvaughn.com
Twitter handle: @susanvaughn1124
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