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If you could apologize to someone in your past, who would it be?
Probably my mom, for being such a horrible and difficult teenager. Since she is still around, I might just as well do it now. However, I think she is sitting back, and watching me with my daughter, and quietly laughing that what you sow, you will reap.
If you could keep a mythical/ paranormal creature as a pet, what would you have?
I wouldn’t mind curling up at night with the luck-dragon from Neverending Story, Falkor. I wonder when they are going to remake that movie. I was thoroughly enchanted when it came out.
How do you keep your writing different from all the others that write in this particular genre?
I hope my exotic settings would set me apart from other writers.
What are the best and worst pieces of writing advice you ever received?
I think the best and worst piece of writing advice was actually the same bit of advice. At the point I received it, I thought that it was terrible, two years down the line it clicked. It was about goal, motivation and conflict in romance and how the characters must be in conflict, at the time the instructor only referred to physical conflicts¬ – crossing swords as such – which didn’t resonate with me. I’ve since realized that she was right and that we both didn’t express ourselves very well! I think all advice is like this, sometimes you’re just not ready for it…don’t worry, things make sense eventually.
Are the experiences in this book based on someone you know, or events in your own life?
Perfect Mistake is pure fiction – if someone actually lived this life, sorry I didn’t know about you!
Read an excerpt:
She glanced at him but had to look away from the intensity of his eyes, which held her with such dearness that she knew he’d spoken of her. Inwardly she trembled, her murmur of need escalating to an oscillating quake.
“Simone, there’s something you’re not telling me. If you are in trouble, please–”
She extracted her fingers from his, but he cupped her elbow in his hand. She felt like crying, but the only sound that slipped out was a strangled choke as she jerked away from him. “I’m in no trouble, thank you.” Four years too late for that one.
She wanted to laugh but it hurt too much. She had to phone her mom, but it would only be to confirm her suspicions. Her mother had never passed on the message that Carlo had phoned. Her eyes misted over and she had to blink, looking away. “I just wish someone could show me where I’m to sleep tonight.”
With me. He didn’t say the words, but they hung between them, heavy and drenched.
She curled her fingers into her palms, her nails cutting into her skin. Any physical pain that would stop her from showing him where it truly ached. “It’s such a fine bloody line, Carlo. Please understand.” She swallowed the last words, biting hard on her lip to transfer the pain that had settled underneath her heart.
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