I live in Missouri with my husband and my children. In my personal life I am working on my dissertation for my Doctor of Business Administration with a concentration in finance. I also study taekwondo with two of my sons. When it comes to writing, it came from my mother. Growing up my mother always read books. Sometimes several in a day. Her love for books inspired me but I never actually did much with it. During Nanowrimo 2016 challenge, I decided to take the plunge. I am so glad I did because from that I published my first book. It is a series that I have decided would consist of four books. I also have a supernatural romance trilogy in the works once I finish this series. I am excited to see what 2017 brings in both my personal and writing life.
Excerpt from For the Love of a Centaur
“Matt, please stop. I have had a really bad night and do not want to go through this again with you.”
“How could you possibly have a bad night working in a nursery? What did the babies all decide to start crying at one time?”
“You can mock me all you want. But even in the nursery things are life and death. A little boy is about to learn what it is like to grow up without a mother. He will never know her.” Tears fell down her cheeks.
“I am sorry. I should not have made fun of your job. I didn’t think. I just figured all you do all night is play with babies. Analise, truly I am sorry.”
“It is alright. I just need a shower.”
He watched her walk off, wishing there was something more he could do for her. In a twisted way, he knew he could use this to his advantage. After all, he knew how much she hurt for others. When she came back into the kitchen after finishing her shower, he wasted no time.
“What if I told you again that I needed you there? That I want us to try, really try one time.” He stepped towards her.
“Give me one good reason beyond you not being able to end this without at least trying.”
He knew at that moment he only had one option. That option would rip her heart out in the end. He would take her being broken hearted over broken and dead at the hands of a hit man. Taking a deep breath again he sealed his fate.
“Because I love you is why. I think I always have, but loving someone scares the daylights out of me. I don’t do scared, remember? Plus I am too old for you and you deserve someone your own age who can give you the life you need. That is why I refused to acknowledge my love for you. I don’t care anymore if I am too old, though. I love you and at least want to make this work. One month, Analise. Please, give me one month.”
She just stood staring at him until he ran out of steam and stopped rambling. “You love me?”
Not giving her another moment he picked her up and headed toward the door leading to her bedroom. “Yes, I love you,” he whispered.