Part of Series
SAGE: How does this stuff keep happening to me? First it was my cheating ex and the—uhhhh—“accident” that had everyone in town calling me crazy. Now, I’ve moved to a completely different state, and what have I done? I dropped right into another problem. This time though, it’s not a cheating ex, it’s the Russian Mob. To make matters worse, I now have to live with the son of my landlords, who are part of the Devil’s Soldiers MC, who is a smart-mouthed, arrogant, jerk. I don’t care how hot he is, I’m not about to make his life easy. Except, the chemistry between us is out of this world, and now he’s the only one that seems to be able to save me from the mob that’s hot on my tail. KING: She is the most irritating woman I’ve ever met. How the hell have I gotten wrapped up in being her bodyguard/roommate? I mean, we can barely stand each other, she’s crazy, and now I have to be around her twenty-four/seven. I’m talking worse than my mother crazy. Do we have chemistry? Oh yeah, but I don’t have time for that brand of insanity. The Russian Mob is after her for being in the wrong place at the wrong time, and I need to keep her safe. So why am I constantly allowing myself to think about her in all the ways I shouldn’t?
Author
I live in New Brunswick, Canada with my husband and our two dogs, Remi and Sako (pronounced Say-co). When I’m not writing, I’m playing fetch with the dogs, talking to my parents for endless amounts of hours, annoying the crap out of my husband, or just enjoying life with my friends. Writing has been a part of my life since I was about 12. I started out just writing short stories or silly knock-offs of my favorite shows or movies. Soon, though, I realized just how much I loved to write. How often my mind would wander and think of characters and where they could go. They became real to me, and I would start to write. I used to fill up notebooks and pads of paper when I got an idea. It would be an obsession, almost, to get on paper. Then, when I was old enough to have a computer, I started there. Now, I’m 28 years old and I finally hit that button. The one that I’ve thought about it over and over again for the past 16 years. There is no greater joy, or fear, at realizing you’ve just accomplished something that you’ve wanted to do for so very long. That is my greatest accomplishment and I look forward to hitting that button on many more.
