It was his self-doubt that kept him from pursuing girls. He feared rejection above all, usually relying on jokes as a half-hearted attempt to make it look like nothing. He hadn’t really been in a serious relationship ever, he was nearing thirty in a couple of years, and it bothered him. He was lonely it was as simple as that.
Daniel put the glass to his lips, when he heard a familiar female voice call out to him. “Hey Daniel.” Nina Belsky, in all her tan and blonde glory, sidled up next to him. “You should buy me a drink.”
He poured that last remaining contents in his glass down his throat. It burned. The sensation caused a blinding effect; his brain was becoming a tad fuzzy as he looked at the gorgeous Nina. Her hand was on her jean-clad hip; the jeans were almost molded to her long legs like a second skin. She wore a sparkly white top, which was almost sheer, the material flimsy and thin, and the spaghetti straps bright against her golden skin. Nina’s blonde hair was swept up in a careless knot, loose strands curled around her neck. Her pouty lips were stained the deep color of a rich, red wine, the kind he remembered having to drink for communion. Nina batted her thick, black lashes at him and placed one delicate hand with painted nails on his arm. This was a girl who was used to getting what she wanted. And right now, she wanted a drink.
Daniel tapped the ancient wooden counter to get the attention of the bartender and signaled for him to make two drinks. Maybe she was “the one”?
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I was born and raised in southern California and relocated to beautiful eastern Washington state. The rural small towns that speckle this vast area have inspired my ideal setting for most of the stories I write. The pine and tamarack trees covering the towering mountains, the shimmering lakes and rivers, the abundant wildlife and a feeling of a time forgotten, stirs so many of my creative juices. I can’t thank my parents enough for dragging this city kid on long roadtrips up to this rugged foreign area, because now it is my home and I truly love my life here.
Reading was something that spurred me to begin writing at a young age. I enjoyed creating characters, different settings, and describing anything and everything. Storytelling, I have found is something I have inherited from both of my parents. I love attention to detail, using words to fully bring the picture alive, that is something I got from my dad. Creating characters and figuring out their story and how to achieve their happy ending comes from my mom. Then there is the smell of a book, new or old, the weight of it in your hands as you balance it open, seeing all those beautifully typed words spun and woven into sentences, this was created by a writer. I knew that was what I wanted to be when I grew up.
Over the years I fiddled with a story here and there, but it wasn’t until 2015 that I realized it was time. Time to get those dreams down on paper (or my laptop) and so The Cloverleaf Series was born. Coming from a family that is focused on being involved in each other’s lives as much as possible created a great deal of inspiration and ideas for The Cloverleaf Series. My family is one that has weathered several terrible storms and still somehow keeps propelling forward. During those sunny times we can be seen gathered around, eating good food, sharing memories, and laughing until we can’t catch our breath. We fight hard and love hard.
Romance, I simply love it, that’s why I write it. I remember my mom giving me my very first paperback romance novel. It was a pretty exciting one filled with suspense and an overall excellent storyline, she had just read it and she felt it was suitable for my teenage eyes. That was it, I was hooked. I began to devour these romance stories that varied over the years from sweet to sultry, I consumed thousands of books and stories over the years. Each time I finished reading a novel, the desire to write my own grew stronger. As ideas for books swirled in my mind, it always had a romantic element to it, and I suppose it always will. What is there not to love about falling in love and finding that special person to share your life with? Who doesn’t wish for passion, butterflies in your stomach, and that happily ever after?
As a reader, I can’t even begin to thank all of the writers that have created so many emotions for me, falling in love with characters, mourning their loss, sighing as I close the final chapter or smiling when everyone lives happily ever after. As a writer, I just want to do the same.
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