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“I want a new one on the spot.” I furrowed my brows. “What do you want me to write?” He’s challenging me, so fine… let’s take the challenge! “What’s your genre?” he asked, now sitting on the leather chair opposite mine. “Contemporary romance, fantasy romance,” I answered, Joaquin giving me a single nod. “Alright. Then write something romantic,” he replied, giving more details. “A domineering man, softening to a sweet woman. Go.” I held the pen on my hand as I stared on the blank paper. I felt cold sweat on my back as I grew conscious of the fact that Joaquin, the famous author, watching me as he got a bottle of whiskey from the mini fridge beside his table.

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What was your inspiration to write The Lady and the Scoundrel? I am a writer and full-time editor for many different projects, including a short story magazine. I wanted to write a contemporary romance inspired by my favorite romance novels as an exercise in discipline, to see if I could take on longer writing projects. There are several winks to what once was one of my favorite romance novels sprinkled throughout the story, so you can say it’s very loosely inspired by that one. If any of you figure out which one it is, let me know in the comments! While the historical setting, characters, and plot are completely different, it draws on the famous concept of the strong female lead that has

Hi, I'm Ivy Sharon James. I'm an award-winning romance writer, praised for my ability to put the perfect love stories into words. Sadly, it's all words, my reality is far from what I write in my books. Trust me when I say my intense love stories put my marriage to Cole James to shame.

“You never really learn, don’t you? How many crazy plots have you made for Ibarra long ago that backfired?” “Shh! I am a different person now.” She said mixed with laughter. “And I already made a lot of plots that actually worked in my story.” “You crazy, dumb girl!” I hit her head with my knuckles. “Stories in books and real life is different! No matter what happens, if the author wants her hero and heroine to end up together, then it’ll work! You should already be aware of that! Tsk! knowing that every love story comes with a happy ending in your books.” I hissed as I looked at her pissed.

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I hope to touch base with you on social media soon! About the Author Multi-genre author of Victorian maritime romance/family saga, Heiresses in Love, and 18 other books. Marie Lavender lives in the Midwest with her family and two cats. She has been writing for a little over twenty-five years, with more works in progress than she can count on two hands. Since 2010, Marie has published 21 books in the genres of historical romance, contemporary romance, romantic comedy, romantic suspense, paranormal romance, dramatic fiction, fantasy, science fiction, mystery/thriller, literary fiction and poetry.

“This… doesn’t feel real.” Cas brushed hair from my face. “It’s real. And we’re not done.” He glanced at Damien, something passing between them. “Are we?” Damien smirked, that wicked curve I knew so well. “Not even close. Your birthday’s not over.” He leaned across me, hand sliding to Cas’s chest. “You’ve been thinking about this too, haven’t you?” Cas’s breath hitched. “Fuck yes.” Their mouths met right above me—deep, rough, tongues visible. I watched, mesmerized, as Damien gripped Cas’s jaw the same way I’d seen in the hallway. My pussy clenched at the sight.

he mumbled, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, cheeks and lips. His hand idly caressed her breast, thumb brushing the still-sensitive nipple. She giggled, tilting her face up to capture his mouth. Brad's fingers traced lazy patterns on her skin, his dominance a comforting blanket over her submission. Marie nestled closer, content in the afterglow, knowing this affair had woven itself too deeply into their souls to unravel easily.

I said softly, “how you can write multiple romances based on a single topic.” “Hm,” Rome murmured. “For example,” I continued, my thoughts flowing more freely now, “two people might meet at the same place. A cafe. A workplace. A school. But the way they fall in love will never be identical.” Rome leaned slightly closer to the railing beside me. “Why is that?” he asked. “Because people are different,” I said. “Their wounds are different. Their fears are different. Their hopes are different.” He nodded slowly.