Book blurb:
They can't forget the
past, but is it enough to create a future?
When an accident leaves her guardian to her six-month-old niece, Emma Stanton must return to her small hometown of Hastings, Montana to find the one man she's spent the last eight years trying to forget. She and Dillon had grown up together--he was her sister's best friend. But that hadn't stopped him from sharing a kiss with Emma that had followed her through the years. Now, not only must she break the news of her sister's tragic death to Dillon, but she must risk the only family she has left and tell him he's the baby's father.
Wealthy nightclub owner Dillon James has been used for his name and money one too many times, so when he comes face-to-face with Emma Stanton and her gorgeous lips, he's determined to keep things light. All he wants is to be the father his daughter needs, to make up for not being there for her and her mother. But spending time with Emma, as she shows him the ropes of caring for his daughter, is wearing down his defenses. Perhaps it's time he took a chance on love.
If only he can convince Emma to take a chance on him...
When an accident leaves her guardian to her six-month-old niece, Emma Stanton must return to her small hometown of Hastings, Montana to find the one man she's spent the last eight years trying to forget. She and Dillon had grown up together--he was her sister's best friend. But that hadn't stopped him from sharing a kiss with Emma that had followed her through the years. Now, not only must she break the news of her sister's tragic death to Dillon, but she must risk the only family she has left and tell him he's the baby's father.
Wealthy nightclub owner Dillon James has been used for his name and money one too many times, so when he comes face-to-face with Emma Stanton and her gorgeous lips, he's determined to keep things light. All he wants is to be the father his daughter needs, to make up for not being there for her and her mother. But spending time with Emma, as she shows him the ropes of caring for his daughter, is wearing down his defenses. Perhaps it's time he took a chance on love.
If only he can convince Emma to take a chance on him...
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Now for the character interview:
This was my first ever character interview. I’ve always wanted to write
one, but I hadn’t a clue what questions to ask. So for this, I followed
questions I’d seen someone else use. Ended up being fun, because they took over
the rest.
JS: Hi Dillon. Thanks for meeting with me today.
Dillon: smiles
No problem.
JS: Tell us a bit about yourself.
Dillon: grins I’m awesome.
JS: rolls eyes. Seriously, Dillon.
Dillon: Oh, all right. I like to have fun. I own a nightclub. It keeps me
busy, brings in a damn good profit, and I enjoy being there. I’m a people
person, a laid back kind of guy. Family’s important. I’d be lost without Emma
and Annie…
Baby Annie toddles
unsteadily into the room, arms outstretched and giggling as she heads for
Dillon. Emma follows in behind her, one
hand idly rubbing her swollen belly.
Emma: Sorry. She just woke up
from a nap and she heard his voice.
JS: I see Annie’s walking now. How brilliant. How
far along are you, Emma?
Emma: *smiles
proudly as she rubs a hand over her stomach* seven months now.
JS: Not too long then. Are you nervous, Dillon?
DILLON: *reaches
out to take Annie.* Nah, I’m an old pro at this now.
JS: But you weren’t always. If I remember correctly,
you had a hard time at first.
DILLON: *shakes his head* Oh no. Not going there. I have my pride.
JS: come on, Dillon, you agreed to this interview.
DILLON: *sets his forehead in his hand and shakes his head* diapers. There should be
directions on the package. That’s all I’m saying.
EMMA: *secret smile
curling at the edges of her mouth* We practiced that one, too.
JS: *tries to
hide a smile* The tabs go in front. How many was it before you finally
figured it out?
DILLON: *lifts
his head, narrows his eyes at me, cheeks reddening* next question please.
JS: Okay okay, favorite car?
DILLON: *grins.*
Emma knows this one.
EMMA: *laughs
quietly, mutters under her breath,* spoiled rich boy.
DILLON: *still
grinning, winks.* See.
JS: Well, I know what it is, because I wrote it, but
would you mind sharing it with the readers?
EMMA: *rolls her
eyes.* His Escalade. Comes complete with a 17-inch monitor
in the backseat, a stereo system that when turned up loud enough can vibrate
the windows of the house next door, much to Mrs. Danbury’s displeasure.
DILLON: *A self-pleased grin spreads, ear to ear.*
EMMA: And a pair
of baby shoes hanging from the rear-view mirror.
JS: baby shoes?
DILLON: Annie’s
first pair.
JS: that’s very
sentimental, Dillon.
DILLON: I’m a
sentimental kind of guy.
JS: okay, favorite Scent?
DILLON: looks over
at Emma. Oh that’s easy. Her perfume. She dabs it here -- *points to his neck, just below his earlobe* -- and here –*points to the hollow spot at the base of his
throat.* Now ask me where my favorites spots to kiss are. *winks*
EMMA blushes
JS: We have to stay G-rated here, Dillon. Next
question: favorite movie?
DILLON: horror. I love it. Though Em’s been making
me watch those romantic chick flicks.
JS: Since when do you like chick flicks?
EMMA: *blushes and
looks down, suddenly very interested in readjusting the baby*
DILLON: *gaze
on Emma* Oh, I don’t. Em sits in my lap and she watches them. I get to nibble on her neck.
JS: G-rated, Dillon, remember? What do you like the
most about Emma?
Dillon: Easy. Her huge heart. She takes of
everybody but herself. She’s
very humble. Won’t call herself beautiful, either.
Emma:
*shrugs* Because I’m not.
Dillon: I’ll
be the judge of that.
JS: What would you say she likes most about you?
Dillon: *waggles his brows as he holds up an arm and
flexes his bicep* The gun show.
JS: *rolls eyes.*
Emma: His
gentleness. For being as big as he is, I’ve never met a man so gentle. He’s
also a sentimental fool. With a penchant for grand romantic gestures.
Dillon: *grins proudly and winks* spoiled rich
boy.
JS: Ah. I remember. Do you mind if I show them instead of
telling them?
Emma: *smiles warmly* It’s one of my favorite
scenes.
JS: then I think I’ll leave them with that scene. It’s
one of my favorites as well. Thanks for being here with me today guys.
Dillon: My
pleasure.
***
“Keep them closed.” Taking both hands in his, he helped her
exit the car. The nippy winter air stung her cheeks. He led her through the
snow a few feet then released her. A few moments later, his body pressed
lightly against her back, and his voice came low beside her ear again. “Ready?”
This time she couldn’t help the grin that spread across her
mouth. He really enjoyed tormenting her.
“Open your eyes.”
When she finally did, she couldn’t believe what she saw. She
stood at the end of the front walk of the house she grew up in. After she and
Janey moved to Helena, it had taken her a year to find a buyer. She hadn’t seen
it since she sold it seven years ago, and the sight of it took her breath away.
It looked so much the same. The old, two-story,
colonial-style house had been painted white with black shutters, with new
gleaming gutters lining the roof. Her mother’s rose bushes still lined the
front of the house on either side of the small front porch, larger than when
she left, all of them covered now by a blanket of snow.
Memories bombarded her. Christmases around the big tree in
the living room, Thanksgivings with the three of them, numerous birthday cakes
in the kitchen, summers in the backyard. Each one of them included her mother’s
smiling face and the sound of Janey’s laughter. Her heart twisted and moisture
gathered at the corners of her eyes. She hadn’t realized how much she missed
this place.
“I should never have sold it.” She still couldn’t afford to
make the mortgage payments, but she should have tried harder to keep the house.
Dillon’s hands slid onto her shoulders. “Want to go inside?”
My bio:
J.M.
writes what she likes to call sweet and spicy contemporary romance. She's a
stay-at-home mom by trade, married to her very own hero. They live in the Great
Northwest with their two boys and two very spoiled puppies. J.M. has been
devouring romances for as long as she can remember. Writing them has become her
passion.
Social
media links:
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