I’ve had three pet tarantulas: Harry, Mr. Fuzzinelli, and Quatzequatel.
One of my favorite comments from my husband came from this book. At the beginning of the second chapter when Amelia is waking up to a horrible headache and her gown in disarray, Bob wrote in the margin, “Moral of this story: don’t drink the fruity punch.”
I absolutely LOVE the name Elijah (and I certainly wish I’d thought of it while thinking up names for my boys)–it’s probably my favorite name of all of my heroes.
I had no idea that Henry was so…difficult and serious until this book! But I still love him.
I got the idea for the glass blowing scene after seeing a glass blowing demonstration. I think the skill is fascinating.
I didn’t want to rehash the sadness of Edward’s death, so I simply eluded to it (and in the next book), but still wanted to give him a little scene, hence the beginning.
I got the idea of prologue a few years back when my son used to come home from Kindergarten and complain that all the girls used to chase him around, tackle him and try to kiss him. He hated it. I thought it was hysterical and just had to hang onto the idea until I found a book where it’d work.
It took me almost six months to write this book and at times I honestly wasn’t sure it was going to happen, but then it all just came together.
I really didn’t have a plan for this book other than that they’d known each other their entire lives. How romance would form I didn’t know until I started writing.
USA Today Bestselling and Award Winning Author of more than a dozen unusually unusual historical romances that have been known to include scarred heroes, feisty heroines, marriage-producing scandals, far too much scheming, naughty literature and always a sweet happily-ever-after.
When not escaping to another world via reading or writing a book, she spends her time chasing two young boys around the house, being hunted by wild animals, or sitting on the swing in the backyard where she has to use her arms as shields to deflect projectiles AKA: balls, water balloons, sticks, pinecones, and anything else one of them picks up to hurl at his brother who just happens to be hiding behind her.
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