The Naughty Librarians Playground Editing and Proofreading: Taming The Whirlwind

Liz is slowly accomplishing her goals:

1. Get out of her small town- CHECK

2. Graduate College- CHECK

3. Move to New York- CHECK

4. Get a job- working on it

5. Find drama- WAIT! NO!

Finding drama was NOT on her to-do list, but apparently life didn’t get the memo, because it threw her one heck of a curveball. What curveball you ask? It’s not a what, but a who and that who would be Mr. Kade Ian Parker. The tattooed, short-tempered, sexier than should be allowed businessman, has turned her world more than upside down. He obliterated it. Her life has turned into something that even a soap opera writer couldn’t come up with.

Kade never wanted to find love. He saw how his family crumbled after his mom left; there was no way he was going to be crushed by another woman. No one had come close to making him want more, until her. No matter how hard he fought his attraction and oh did he try. Hell, he basically pushed her into another man’s arms, nothing changed. He. Still. Wanted. Her.

About me? Hmm . . . I hate this part. It kind of makes me feel like I’m answering questions for a dating service, but here you go. . .

I’ve spent most of my life in one part or another of Missouri. The last four years, through my husband’s career, I’ve gotten to live in Texas and Georgia.

My husband and I have been married for ten years. We have two beautiful boys, who will most likely drive me to insanity before they’re ten. We have three disgusting snakes (Can you tell it wasn’t my idea?). Now we’ve added a Rat terrier puppy to the crazy mix, who is beyond spoiled, but at least I get to dress someone in pink.

I’d never planned on being a writer, never even crossed my mind. It started as a way to escape during a difficult time in my life and then I realized how much I loved it. I’d finished my first book and couldn’t wait to start the next one. Now I’m on book four and already have ideas for number five running through my head.

I never thought writing would be more than a hobby, but when I was given the opportunity to publish, I decided to take it. Who knows where the future will lead, maybe I’ll sell one book or a thousand, but at least I fought my fear of the unknown and tried.

I have a ton of people to thank. My husband and children for putting up with me. My sister for giving me the idea by getting me addicted to my Kindle. If there was a Kindle’s Anonymous, I’d probably need to be a member. My parents for always believing in anything I do. Julie of Amazing Things Press for giving me a shot. Last, but definitely not least my fans (when I get some) for taking a chance on an unknown writer.

With Love,

Lindsey

“Sure, why not?” Why not? Because my relaxing evening just flew out the window, that’s why not. Well, if he is staying, we might as well do this right. “Kick your shoes off and have a seat. I’ll get you a spoon.”

“Get me a spoon?”

I looked over my shoulder at him. “Yes. How else are you going to eat ice cream? Take a seat. I’ll be right back.” I turned to walk to the kitchen, where he couldn’t see me. I bent over and took a deep breath. Being close to him was a heady experience, a dangerously heady experience. If I wasn’t careful, I would end up wanting him more than I already did, which would just end up with me having a broken heart. I stood up, grabbed the spoon, and headed towards him. Ready or not, he was in my living room so I couldn’t hide in the kitchen all night.

I sat down next to him and handed him the spoon. I grabbed the ice cream off the coffee table and curled up in my pink blanket. After setting the ice cream between us, I said, “Dig in.” I looked over at him to see that his eyes were smoldering. This was going to be the longest night of my life.

We had sat in silence through almost a whole episode before he spoke. “So this is what you do to relax? You watch marathons and eat ice cream? That seems very odd to me considering you work out every weeknight.” Why am I not surprised he knows that?

“Yep, I don’t have to think about anything when I’m doing this. I can shut the whole world out.”

“What do you need to shut out?” I paused to look at him for a minute. Do I lie or tell the truth? I went for the truth.

“Mainly you.”