Music enthusiast and diehard rock ‘n’ roll fan, Annie Mick, enjoys a quiet life with her fellow musician husband and line-dancing dog (he’s a little bit country).
Originally from the Midwest where the farmers still wave as they pass each other on the gravel roads, she found her permanent home in Colorado where the terrain is rougher, the sky is bluer, and her neighbors still wave as does the Broncos flag.
You can usually find her on the patio where the music plays and the wine pours, with a dog at her feet and a pen in her hand.
What if there were another you?
Another half you weren’t aware of, yet others were?
A life lived by someone who looks like you, but isn’t you?
And that’s only the beginning of the story . . . and the complications.
Saariella Hayes moved from California to New York with high expectations and a dream.
Liam Jenkins was a handsome and dreamy, unexpected bonus.
Her dream turns into a nightmare, which in turn brings about a reality that shatters her world.
While crazy friends and grumpy bodyguards help her pick up the pieces, only the man she loves can help her put them back together.
A fun filled and steamy romance with the always promised aha! moment and guaranteed HEA.
Recommended for 18+ audiences.
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After finishing correspondence, phone calls, and contract approvals in the afternoon once back at the office, I’m ready to go home. This day has taken more out of me than I thought possible.
Pytr met with the Tingle Bells reps. He was grinning like a fool all afternoon, leading me to forego asking what contraption he might have tickling his balls at the present time. I also declined his invitation for dinner out, suspecting it most likely included the company of a couple of reps to eat out. No pun intended. Pytr has a rather voracious appetite.
Stepping into the well-lit, white marble floor lobby at eight o’clock in the evening, flowers in my hand, I note the doorman behind the desk eyeing me skeptically. Nice place. These apartments don’t go for cheap. I should know – my company owns the building. It’s one of three high-rises we invested in years ago. She’s paying a fortune to live here. But, being a Rossi, it’s probably chump change. She doesn’t need the job; she’s striking out on her own. Damn, on top of all that gorgeous and spunk, she’s substance too.
I’d gone home and showered, changed clothes, maybe tousled my hair a little extra. I might not like the public eye, but I know what catches women’s eyes. By God, if she can haunt my dreams, maybe I can visit hers.
“May I help you, sir?”
“I’m looking for Saariella Hayes,” I state. “Could you ring her for me, please?”
He scrutinizes me from head to toe slowly as if his is the first approval I’ll need to get past the elevators. “Whom shall I say is calling?”
I hide the grin that longs to peek out from the corners of my mouth. This isn’t formal behavior, this is protective. I kinda like it.
I lightly cough into my hand, pretending to clear my throat, anticipating the usual reaction that goes with the name. “Liam Jenkins.”
His eyebrows rise slightly, and his lids lift in surprise. “Mr. Jenkins, sir,” he responds. Yup. “One moment.” His exchange on the phone goes something like this:
“Ms. Hayes, you have a visitor in the lobby. A Mr. Liam Jenkins. Should I…” Pause.
“Uh, yes ma’am, he is.” Pause.
“Uh….” I watch as the doorman blushes and winces slightly. “Do you want me to quote you on that?” Pause.
“Yes, ma’am, word for word. I understood every bit of it.” Pause. “No,” he chuckles. “You don’t have to repeat it.” He laughs. “Extra cookies aren’t necessary. I promise. Goodnight, Ms. Hayes.”
He hangs up the phone, turns to me with a smug grin and tips his chin. “Ms. Hayes says, and I quote, ‘You may stick it where the sun don’t shine’. I believe it’s time for you to leave, Mr. Jenkins.”
I glance at the nametag on his coat and reach for my wallet, pulling out a couple hundreds. “Hey, Charlie. You look like an understanding guy. Ms. Hayes and I didn’t exactly start out on the right foot. I really need to make it up to her. Any chance you’ll let me up on her floor so I can surprise her?”
The smug grin he wore only moments before disappears as he glances at the money in my hand then back to me. He narrows his eyes and the threatening growl that leaves his throat catches me off guard. “You may also stick that where the sun don’t shine. Get out of my building, Mr. Jenkins, before I help you out with my boot up your ass. The safety and wellbeing of the residents is top priority. Ms. Hayes was quite clear.”
I nod, tight-lipped and a bit ashamed for using money tactics, and head for the door.
“Oh, Mr. Jenkins,” he calls out in a cheery voice, “there is a bag lady that hangs out about two blocks down. I’m sure she would enjoy those flowers. Probably wouldn’t mind a few bucks to go with them.”
So much for step two. I may own the building, but I don’t hire the staff and I’m not about to fire one for doing his job, particularly this one. The guy seems devoted, not only to his job but to Ms. Hayes – Rossi, whatever. I wonder if he knows.
Q&A with the Author
Q: Can you tell me a bit about yourself and how became an author?
A: Being the wife of a very dry-humored husband, mother of three boys, sister to nine somewhat psychotic siblings, and a middle child makes for a mountain of fodder. The voices in my head had to be released somehow.
Q: What is your writing process like?
A: It starts with a single idea and grows from there. The characters and circumstances come to life page by page. I may have the end in mind when I start; usually changes halfway through the book, but I’m fed the ideas and script by way of those darn dreams that wake me in the middle of the night. Hence, the reason for the sticky notes and pen on the nightstand.
Q: What do you like to do when you are not writing?
A: Though writing is my favorite thing to do, I enjoy painting, gardening, and reading. While exercise is my nemesis, I have found ten minutes into it, with good music in my ears, it’s really not so bad.
Q: How do you celebrate when you are finished writing a book?
A: Deep breaths, a glass of wine, and dance like nobody’s watching.
Q: How do you celebrate when your books are released?
A: Send the first signed paperback to my mom, (it’s required). Swear off checking my sales chart for a week, then contemplate adding international seller to my bio because Australia, Japan and Denmark have made purchases.
Q: Can you tell me how the book/series came about?
A: I have been asked this question so many times. For some of my books, I have a clear cut answer. A song, a circumstance, a memory. For this one, I really don’t. It started with an unusual name and took off from there. I’m kind of weird that way.
Q: Are any of your characters similar to real-life friends or family?
A: Sometimes blatantly, sometimes not so much. I had a friend who commented once, “I remember that!” It’s a bit like Where’s Waldo? They have to find themselves in it.
Q: What was the most challenging part of writing this book?
A: Discovering the truth and how my main character was going to handle it.
Q: What part of writing this book was the most fun for you?
A: The way my main character’s bodyguards took care of her.
Q: What Authors or other Books have inspired you to write this book?
A: Honestly? None. I intentionally avoid reading the genres I write for a reason. I think imposter syndrome would be crippling.
Q: What is your favorite passage from this book?
A: The last two lines. Therefore, if I told you, I would ruin it, soooo………
Q: If you could meet any of your characters, who would it be and what would you say to them?
A: That would be Saariella. “DNA and family are not exclusive.”