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Where is your favorite place to write?
I have an enclosed porch on the front of my house with a lot of windows. I’ve made a little office at the end. I can look out on the beautiful North Florida scenery while I work.
What is the most difficult for you to write: Characters, conflict, emotions?
Emotion is the hardest part for me. I grew up with military parents. We learned to soldier on without showing much reaction. I know, weird for a romance writer, right?
Do you have critique partners?
No. In my area, the closest book store is thirty miles away, the local library is closed most of the time, and the nearest RWA is over sixty miles away. No writing groups, no book clubs, and no interest. My mom helps with the mechanics, my husband with the technical stuff, and my sister with the plotting problems. It’s a family affair.
What music are you listening to lately?
I love all kinds of music. For inspiration, I like country or jazz best. For fun, I like reggae or classic rock.
Favorite romance Movie?
If I have to name only one, I’d say ‘The Wedding Date’.
What is your favorite time of year?
Summer time! I love the heat. The less clothes the better. I recently noticed that all my stories take place in the summer time. A habit I need to break.
Tropical or European vacation?
Need you ask? The Caribbean or South Pacific Islands would be great.
Ginny Dearing has finally realized her goal of teaching, but finding a position is proving impossible. After exhausting all possibilities, an Internet ad is her only hope. In a small town hundreds of miles away there is a job with one huge string attached...a husband.
Burned by love once, Brett Silverfeather finds his bachelor life more than satisfying. He’s facing re-election for sheriff, but this time the voters are looking for a family man. Brett finds himself pursuing a marriage he doesn’t want.
Ginny and Brett are opposite in every way, but opposites do attract. Can Brett protect his heart as well as he does his town? Can Ginny hide a secret past that could possibly destroy her future?
When she opened the door, she caught her breath in a gasp. Brett stood in the center of the room. The only things he was wearing were his arm sling and a pair of black boxer briefs. The tight, stretchy garment dipped low in the front due to the nice way he filled them out. She honestly tried to look him in the eye, but on her way up, her attention was caught by the expanse of dark smooth skin over washboard abs and a wide strong chest. The man was Playgirl centerfold ready.
Brett cleared his throat. “A little help here, please? I can’t get my britches on one-handed.”
Ginny was confused until she saw the uniform pants in his right hand. He needed help dressing and she couldn’t think of who to call. Suddenly it hit her. She was his wife. He expected her to help. Would this fall into the category of for better, or for worse? And what was he doing with his uniform anyway? He’d left the hospital less than twelve hours ago.
“Why are you out of bed?”
“I got lonely,” Brett smirked. “Are you volunteering to keep me company in there? I’d be glad to crawl back in, in exchange for some serious body heat. Who knows,” he winked, “it could be mutually satisfying.”
A wave of heat overtook her entire body as her imagination kicked into overdrive. What was wrong with her? She’d never had erotic fantasies until she got to Three Trees. Perhaps it was caused by something in the water. She should have it bottled and sell it to make a fortune.
“You know I have to go to the school today,” she croaked. Embarrassed, she cleared her throat. “It’s my last chance to check out my classroom before the kids arrive tomorrow.”
Brett took a step closer. “Hmmm, I didn’t hear a no in there anywhere.”
“You were just shot three days ago.” Ginny looked as panicked as the only girl bunny in a full hutch. “I thought you’d still be heavily medicated and resting for a while.”
“I’m not taking those pain pills,” Brett stated matter-of-factly, “I need to be alert. The county doesn’t pay me to lie on my back. Instead, I plan to sit on my butt at my desk.”
“Well then, you can just go to work naked.”
Brett glowered at her. “I don’t have to. Lisa is picking me up this morning. If you won’t help me get dressed, she will.”
“Like hell.” Ginny jerked the pants out of his hand.
Brett grinned. “Careful, Dove. That almost sounded like jealousy.”
She knelt in front of him and held his pants open as he gripped her shoulder with one hand and stepped into them. Her head was turned to the side and her eyes were squeezed shut. She was leaned back at a dangerous angle.
“You have seen men before, haven’t you?”
“Of course,” Ginny said.
“Then you know there isn’t anything down there that bites.”
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