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I like tropes.  Knowing you’ll find something familiar and loved within a book just appeals to me.  I think that tends to be fairly common… it’s why you see them.  The older brother/best friend, the friends to lovers/enemies to lovers, the high school sweetheart/reunited lovers theme.

Writing Revenge, it’s hard to say, exactly, just which trope would best suit this story.

Ten years ago, the heroine, Shan, was friends, of a sort, with Drake.

Ten years ago, it went from friendship to something more.

Now, she’s running on a need for revenge and a decade’s worth of hurt, so it’s almost an enemy thing.

In the end, though, I think what really fits is that these two are being pulled back together. Reunited lovers.

Shan is out for revenge, but her heart has other ideas in mind.

Of course, she’s got a lot of mental blocks, a lot of old hurt getting in the way and she hasn’t even come close to dealing with any of it.

Those old hurts are tied into everything that happened when she was seventeen, although none of it is really over.  There are things that will haunt her the rest of her life and instead of dealing, she’s…shut down.

Book 1, Revenge is all about her coming to grips with that.  Redemption, book 2, takes it a step further and Shan has to look at things she wasn’t ever ready to look at.  Things like letting go, moving on…forgiving.  Which touches on another trope.  Second chances.


You can read more about Shan & Drake in Revenge, and then find out how everything turns out in Redemption, the conclusion to Shan & Drake’s story, due out in early 2014.



For now, here’s a snippet.



Don’t think about his kisses.

It was almost impossible not to, but I managed.

His suit, a deep, deep gray, stretched over wide shoulders, fitting him to perfection. I knew how those shoulders looked without the suit, how his skin bronzed under the sun—it wasn’t fair, really. He was a redhead. If fate was fair, he should freckle. Instead, he tanned. I freckled, or burned.

Although I could only see the barest edge of his profile, my heart slammed hard against my ribs.

Don’t do that. Stupid, stupid heart. I’d had a good, long hard talk with myself this morning. I had a goal in mind, a mission. If by some stupid twist of fate I ended up getting this job, I had a mission. I wanted to see him feel as I’d once felt. Miserable, empty.

How I’d accomplish that, I didn’t know, but that was what I wanted.

I’d never get there if my heart got mixed up again. I couldn’t let myself keep remembering how I’d once felt about Drake Gallagher.

But here I was, my heart pounding away, the same way it had when I was seventeen.

And he hadn’t even looked at me.

He nodded, absently reached up to brush a thumb down his jaw as he spoke to the woman before him. She was slender, her midnight hair swept into an elegant knot. Her hand rested on the high mound of her belly, and she nodded at him before turning her dark eyes to look at us.

Her gaze bounced off me, lingered on the blonde who’d smashed my foot, moved to Beth. Measuring up each one of us.

Normally, I’d watch her, subtly, try to figure out how we were stacking up in her eyes.

But Drake had turned around.

And for the first time in ten years, I was looking into the eyes of the man who’d destroyed my life.



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About the book




I was seventeen when I met Drake Gallagher. Seventeen, naive, foolish…and in love. Or so I thought. That summer, and the months that followed, set the course of my life.

Ten years later, I’m still struggling to put the pieces of me back to together.


It’s time to stop struggling. It’s time to take control…and maybe, it’s time for a little revenge.


He doesn’t have time for naive little virgins?


Well, I’m not naive anymore.




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