he was frowning again, which meant he was thinking. I was an expert on how easy and deadly overthinking things could be.
I couldn’t have that. And he didn’t deserve to continue to beat himself up over something he couldn’t have controlled.
Slapping my hands against the side of my leg, I marched over to the door. I stopped before leaving, turned and cocked an eyebrow. “I drink my coffee black.”
Gareth’s lips twitched and he shook his head. I crossed my arms and narrowed my gaze. “The banana bread sucks there now. They have a new owner.”
“Then we’ll buy muffins.”
I took another step forward so I was standing on the threshold.
He smiled, nodded once and followed me through the door.
About the Author
It took Christine a lot longer than the average bear to figure out what she wanted to be when she grew up. When she was home on maternity leave, she decided to take a stab at saving her sanity and sat down to write a romance novel. After dabbling with various sub-genres, she realized she really enjoyed creating strange new worlds and writing about sex. Whether due to the pregnancy hormones or sleep deprivation, she thought this was a great combination.
Many years later her kids are in school and she’s back at her day job, but the writing bug is here to stay. When not torturing her characters, she’s busy playing with her children or conducting “research” with her husband.
Christine welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com .
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I couldn’t have that. And he didn’t deserve to continue to beat himself up over something he couldn’t have controlled.
Slapping my hands against the side of my leg, I marched over to the door. I stopped before leaving, turned and cocked an eyebrow. “I drink my coffee black.”
Gareth’s lips twitched and he shook his head. I crossed my arms and narrowed my gaze. “The banana bread sucks there now. They have a new owner.”
“Then we’ll buy muffins.”
I took another step forward so I was standing on the threshold.
He smiled, nodded once and followed me through the door.
About the Author
It took Christine a lot longer than the average bear to figure out what she wanted to be when she grew up. When she was home on maternity leave, she decided to take a stab at saving her sanity and sat down to write a romance novel. After dabbling with various sub-genres, she realized she really enjoyed creating strange new worlds and writing about sex. Whether due to the pregnancy hormones or sleep deprivation, she thought this was a great combination.
Many years later her kids are in school and she’s back at her day job, but the writing bug is here to stay. When not torturing her characters, she’s busy playing with her children or conducting “research” with her husband.
Christine welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com .
Tell Us What You Think
We appreciate hearing reader opinions about our books. You can email us at [email protected] .
Discover for yourself why readers can’t get enough of the multiple award-winning publisher Ellora’s Cave. Whether you prefer e-books or paperbacks, be sure to visit EC on the web at www.ellorascave.com for an erotic reading experience that will leave you breathless.
www.ellorascave.com
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