by Olivia Starke
I admit it, I’m a great big kid at heart, who never quite
gave up on make believe. What a dull world it’d be if I’d given up the fanciful
imagination I grew up with. That’s why I fell in love with writing at a young
age, I could give a voice to my imaginary friends who were as real as the real
ones I had.
As
an adult, I’ve retained this ability to create friends from thin air, ones
who’ll entertain me. One’s who never leave me bored, or lonely. And the fun
part is that I now get to share them with others in hopes that they, too, will
see their magic. This is what authors strive for, I think, to share their
imaginary friends with everyone. Sure, we want to tell a story, but more than
anything we want you to relate to those fictitious people the same way we do.
Sometimes those friends go bad, but we gave birth to them, so we want you to
see why they turned bad. Sometimes they are completely loveable, and we need
you to love them, too.
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Dating
a dead guy would be complicated and complications were one thing she liked to
avoid...
Samantha Perry expected a fun weekend in Vegas, what she didn’t expect is the hottie she wakes up next to after a wild night of drinking. Tall, blue-eyed, and all American, Jake is the epitome of male virility—give or take the fact he lacks a heartbeat. But sometimes even the living impaired need a little lovin’.
And Jake has a big surprise in store for Samantha…
Excerpt:
Some days it doesn’t pay to get out of bed,
especially if you wake up with a corpse.
Her new companion had been the most watched man in
the club, and Samantha Perry couldn’t help the sense of conquest when they
stumbled into her hotel room. The room swayed and she had to clutch his
shirt to stay on her feet.
“Watch out, baby.” His husky whisper brushed her
ear, sending chills down her spine. “I think you’re a little drunk.”
She giggled. “You try walking in four-inch
stilettos. I can barely manage these on the best of days.”
He chuckled. “Fair enough, but damn they’re sexy.”
Her hair clung around her shoulders, her blouse and
jeans still damp. “How did I get so wet?” Her foggy memory offered no
explanations.
“Such open ended questions you ask.” He captured her
lips in a hot, distracting kiss. “So many answers I could give.”
He tugged the blouse over her head, pitched it
aside, and placed his hands on her shoulders giving a gentle shove. She
squealed, but luckily bounced, the bed breaking her fall.
She studied him, or tried to—her focus was a little
off. “So what was it you were saying earlier, about the living dead something
or other?”
Tugging her jeans off, he tossed them over his
shoulder, drawing yet another giggle from Samantha. He gave her a lopsided
grin. “You mean living while dead? We’ll have this discussion, but later.” He
kissed her, his tongue pushing into her mouth, teasing her with short thrusts.
“And I mean much, much later.”
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