AND THEN HE combines sex and evil in all the right ways.
The fifth year reunion. Tiffani thought she’d suck the lifeblood out of a dozen exotic locations by her fifth year reunion. She certainly didn’t envision herself as a diner waitress serving giant slices of pie to diabetic townies. The best-selling author she planned to become now writing, “Hold the pickles.” Yet limited funds, monstrous debt, and a high school sweetheart with big league ambitions of his own force her to set aside her own dreams. She soon discovers loneliness is a seductive mistress. Enter sexy stranger. Tiffani spends most of the reunion with Jeb, a classmate she doesn’t even remember. He awakens a hunger in her that both frightens and excites her. Tiffani mistakes Jeb’s lifelong obsession for love at first sight and soon finds herself a prisoner, but it’s a hot, steamy trip to get there.
“Can I help you?” He says. His low, gravelly voice awakens something deep inside me. Lust. Need. Desire. His amber eyes remind me of a fleeting memory, a whisp of someone familiar, and then it’s gone.
Warmth spreads through my cheeks. I blame the red wine again. I rub my hands together, feeling awkward and geeky, incredibly geeky. “Uhhh…,” I pause trying to remember what I wanted to say.
He raises an eyebrow, a very sexy eyebrow. “Yes?”
Think Tiffani, think. Now is not the time to panic. Grab him by the balls. Um, that’s probably not a good idea. Seize the moment. “I love your music. It’s like you’re a chameleon. You take on whatever the song demands—the highs, the lows…you’re brilliant!”
Oh. God. Did I say that? I am a geek and evidently, still quite intoxicated.
Kim once smashed into a tree while skiing. The accident led to a concussion, a cracked sternum, temporary notoriety as a sixth grader returned from the dead, and the realization that fictionalized accounts are way more interesting than just slipping on the ice.
An unhealthy obsession with conspiracy theories combined with an overactive imagination that often skips the happily ever afters and lands abruptly in nightmare land led Kim to write her NA novel, And Then He, where an innocent night of flirting turns into a nightmare Tiffani can’t escape.
When she’s not doing something writerly, Kim can be found jumping into snow drifts with her three kids, husband, and dog. She’s careful to avoid trees.