With: Kris Rafferty
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Clive Barker once
gave an interview (I believe on Charlie Rose) where he said the worst thing he
did as a writer was major in English. He then went on to discuss how it gave
him a sort of writer’s block. The details of why is fuzzy all
these years later, but that interview played a major role in my life as a
writer. I bailed on a Boston University full scholarship, with the option
to major in English, because I feared what it would take from me, that it might
make me one of many. Full disclosure, I now believe the whole thing is
garbage. I probably should have stayed at BU, got that English degree,
and probably would have cracked the code of the publishing years earlier, but
then as most things in life, if you change one chess move, you change the
outcome of the game. I love my life and wouldn’t change it. I am my
choices. And Clive still lives in my head—the Clive I remember talking to
Charlie—and he tells me to protect my voice, protect my unique vision of a
story. If I have one credo for writing, that’s it.
“What are you doing?” she said.
She arched a brow, clearly skeptical. “Kids playing
outside? Lawn mowing? Ice cream trucks? It’s a family neighborhood. Careful,
Lucas, it might give you the hives.”
He smiled, wondering if she were right. She could
be. No one knew Lucas better than Harper. That’s why it was a blow when she
left. “Seems nice enough.” Right out of a 1950s sitcom. Unreal. Glancing at his
watch, he knew time was getting tight, and the porch stairs weren’t becoming
any more comfortable. “Ready to go?” He
hoped she’d take this chance to back out of the meeting. “Or stay.”
“Go.”
He sighed, knowing if he pressed too hard, she’d
dig in and stop listening to him altogether.
His best bet was to bide his time and work on her during the trip
downtown. She stood, hung her leather
pocketbook over her shoulder, and led him down the walkway and through the
gate. As was his habit, he surveyed the neighborhood as he hurried her to the
street and the passenger side of his car. He wanted to say something to ease
the tension, but Harper beat him to the punch.
“I see you finally gave her a new paint job.”
Harper ran her fingers along the sleek lines of his Chevy, reminding him it
wasn’t so long ago she’d caressed him with such studied attention. He wondered
if she’d triggered his memories on purpose, but then a quick study of her
expression told him he was suffering from wishful thinking. She was oblivious
and he was resigned and disappointed by that reality.
“Aren’t we all?” she said.
“A work in progress. Are you going to open the door
or do you want me to wrestle you for it?”
People keep dying around Harper MacLain. Try as she might,
she can’t stop bad things from happening to those she loves. When her
closely guarded secret lands her in the middle of her ex-boyfriend’s
investigation, she’s in over her head. She hates that Detective
Lucas Sullivan is in her life again, tempting her to fall back into bad
habits…and his bed.
When Harper left him, Lucas tried not to care, burying
himself in his job instead. Then Harper became the job. Now they’re on the run,
and all he can think about is keeping her safe…and his hands off
her. Lucas knows she's the key to solving his case, if he can keep them
alive long enough to do it. And that's the trick...because falling in love
can kill you.
Author bio:
Kris Rafferty was born in Cambridge, Massachusetts. After
earning a Bachelor’s in Arts
from the University of Massachusetts/ Boston, she married her college
sweetheart, traveled the country and wrote books. Three children and a Pomeranian/Shih Tzu mutt
later, she spends her days devoting her life to her family and her craft.
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ReplyDeleteCongratulations on another new release, Kris. The book surely got an interesting cover! ;-)
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