“I’ve got you, lass.”
The words escaped his lips before he could stop himself, his Yorkshire accent back in full throttle after almost twelve hours of speaking in his acquired tongue. He was tired, by God, and all he wanted was time alone where he could think about what he’d just done, and accept the consequences. But then, there was this new development.
The damn elevator was stuck.
Today is the official launch day of my novel, Everything She Ever Wanted. It’s the culmination of work that started around April this year, which makes it a seven-month journey.
True, it tackles the overused older woman-younger man trope, the “cougar” on the hunt, and while it’s something some readers and reviewers apparently are tired of, there’s one thing I know about my style of writing: Anything close to my heart isn’t written to market. I write to heal invisible wounds and answer questions I never stop asking. And that’s why this book is special to me, and I hope you enjoy it.
To learn more about Everything She Ever Wanted, click here.
I know it’s no accident why I’m here and why I’m not about to let some arrogant kid like Dax Drexel bully me into leaving. I’m here to start over, let Marcus go, and move on with my life. And that’s exactly what I’m going to do.