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Writing is a solitary pursuit where you’re holed up in your office for hours every day (if you’re lucky). While you may not be interacting with real people, you are interacting with the characters in your head. Creating those characters and discovering a world for them to live in, grow in, deal with conflict, and find love is a special place to be. I am happiest when I’m starting a new book and learning about my hero and heroine and how they deal with issues as well as each other. I love when they’re together physically and emotionally and I also love when a conflict arises that tears them apart. Reaching into my experiences, whether joyful or devastating, helps with the emotions of my characters experience.
The scary part of writing comes with sending my completed manuscript out into the world. Rejection is very hard (although I’ve developed thick skin over the years), especially when you love what you write. Even when my book is being published, I fret for months leading up to the release date wondering if readers will like it as much as my last book. And what if no one buys it? Or they buy it and write a bad review? What if my friends think this book is just not very good? All those thoughts go through your head making what should be a happy time, a worrisome time.
Since I’m not a negative person, I don’t dwell on these things. I keep my nose to the grindstone and work on marketing my soon to be released book while coming up with the characters and plot for my next book – which brings me back to my happy place.
Brian Stanhope, a Harvard graduate, poised to join his father’s company, suffers a brain injury in a horseback riding accident, which affects his memory. He has no recollection of his graduation party weekend or the beautiful dancer who turned his head and stole his heart.
When they reunite eight years later, the magic of their powerful attraction binds them together, but the past holds a secret that even love may not be able to overcome.
Enjoy an excerpt:
Approaching his sister’s dance studio to the right, he heard a pounding beat, not at all similar to the classical music that fueled Carrie’s usual dance practices. He stopped to watch through a small square window off to the side. Ava, dressed in a black leotard and tights, leaped and twirled through the air like a spinning top, set on its course around the circumference of the room while Carrie spun in a more confined area in the center of the room.
Brian’s eyes sought Ava as her tight body coiled and released, coiled and released. Her arms were at once fragile and muscled, highlighting biceps and long, graceful fingers, sweeping through the air to mirror her legs. Her leaps were huge, with powerful extension and maximum air between her and the floor. No sooner would she land than she’d pull her limbs into herself and pirouette on her toes, spinning fast enough to make him question the physics of it all. This was no prissy ballet. This was fast and furious modern dance where you could feel the beat in your throat. Okay, maybe he’d experienced a little too much dance in his life, but this was definitely as good as anything he’d seen on the New York stage. Ava was even better than his sister.
What happened to the shy, vulnerable girl he’d just met? On the dance floor, she was a powerhouse. Full of confidence, energy, and magnetism.
When the music ended, he stood rooted to the floor, and his hands came up in a spontaneous clap.
“Who’s out there?” Carrie flung open the door to reveal their intruder.
“Brian, what are you doing here? I thought you were playing tennis.”
“I am. I was. I-I had to come in for more balls.”
He stared at Ava, with her dark brown hair pulled tight in a bun at the nape of her neck, drops of sweat beading on her chest just above the scoop of her leotard and above her full upper lip. Hot and sexy. He swallowed, fantasizing about licking the moisture from her mouth, her neck, molding that cute little powerful body into his.
“Then why are you just standing there?” Carrie placed her hands on her hips, challenging him to stop staring at her friend and walk away.
“I’m going.” He backed away from the door, but couldn’t seem to make his body turn and move down the hall.
Until Carrie slammed the door in his face.
About the Author:
In addition to practicing law and writing fiction, Maria enjoys spending time with her husband and two daughters either at home or at the Jersey Shore.
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