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He thinks
he’s finally found the one.
Mitch Mathews never
believed in love—at least not the happily ever after kind. Then he met
Simone Conners. Just one night with
the sexy lawyer made him reevaluate his priorities and look toward a future he
never planned. The only hang up is making her see it too.
She’s
almost ready for a second chance.
What started out as a
casual hookup with a rugged geologist has turned into something a whole
lot more. Simone’s on the verge of
handing over her heart, but fear over what Mitch will say and do when he learns
who she used to be holds her back.
The past
could destroy their future...
Just when Simone is about
to take a chance on forever with Mitch, the mistakes of her past catch up with
her. Suddenly it’s not just her safety on the line
anymore, it’s his too. Forced into hiding, Mitch demands answers, and Simone
realizes the only way to protect everything she holds dear is to delve into a
past she’s spent fourteen years trying to forget. As they search for the truth,
they discover secrets, lies and a rekindled passion that burns hotter than
before. But they also uncover a conspiracy that threatens the very fabric of
society. One that could cost them more than just their future…it could cost them
their lives.
I was never one of those
people who knew they wanted to be an author at the age of six. I didn’t have
imaginary friends. I didn’t write stories in my journal or entertain my
relatives by firelight after Thanksgiving dinner. For the most part, I was just
a normal, everyday kid. I liked to read, but I wasn’t exceptional at it. And when my teachers complimented me on my writing
abilities, I brushed them off. I did, however, always have a penchant for the
unique and absurd. And as my mother told me all throughout my childhood, I
should have been an actress—I was a drama queen before my
time.
Years ago, my husband
bought me Scarlett:The Sequel
to Gone With The Wind. If you ever saw the book, you know it’s a
long one. I sat and read that thing from cover to cover, and dreamed of one day
being a writer. But I didn’t actually try my hand at writing until years later
when I quit my teaching job to stay home with my kids. And
my husband? After that week of reading where I neglected
him and everything else until I finished Scarlett, he vowed
never to buy me another book again. Little did he know I’d one day end up
sitting at a keyboard all day drafting my own stories.
My writing journey has not
been easy. I didn’t just sit down one day, decide I was going to write a book
and voila! sell my very first attempt. As most authors will probably agree, the path
to publication is filled with hours of work, pulling all-nighters I thought I’d
given up in college, sacrifices, rejections, but a love I discovered along the
way I just can’t live without. Instead of a big, thick book to read by lamplight
(I do read much smaller ones when I get the chance), I’ve traded in my reading
obsession for a laptop. And I’ve never been happier.
I’m one of the lucky ones. I
have a wonderful family and fabulous husband who put up with my writing—and
obsessive personality—even when life is chaotic. More than once my kids have
been late to swimming or baseball because I needed just five more minutes to
finish a scene. Their support and encouragement mean the world to me. I also
have amazing friends and a support network I couldn’t survive without. So to all
of you out there who have encouraged me along the way, sent me emails and fan
letters, phone calls and congratulations, I just want to say, thank you. You
make this whole writing gig that much more enjoyable. I truly wouldn’t be here
without you.
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