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My writing space, believe it or not is in a closet. :-) I live in an apartment in southern California and my master bedroom is set-up with a walk-in closet with a vanity. Because the lighting isn't the best in that area and it's in my bedroom (which gives me the advantage of being able to close the door), I decided to use the space as a desk rather than a vanity to put on my makeup.
It's a small space that's cramped, but I enjoy using it. I've decorated the walls with my college degrees, a few of my favorite wallet size pictures, and several of my daughters' drawings.
My favorite items on my desk are:
A replica Oscar Best Wife statue -- The hubby bought it for me at a trip to Universal Studios Hollywood. It makes me smile every time I look at it. It always makes me think of him (which was probably part of his plan ;) ).
A picture of me and my grandfather when I was a toddler -- He passed away when I was twenty-one and we had been close. He would have gotten a real kick out of me being an author.
All the drawings from my daughters (ages 4 and 9) -- My daughters took one look at my work space and decided it needed color. :-) (What can I say, they take after their mom and see a white wall and start figuring out color schemes.) So they made it their mission to add to my décor. I love looking at all of them, reminds me of one of the reasons why I'm working so hard to accomplish my dreams.
The only part of my space that bugs is the fact that it’s small. It easily gets what I like to call that bomb chic look – as in it looks like one just went off right on top of it. Insert eye roll here. But it’s my space, and it does the job of getting the juices flowing. And it’s in a closet! Which I love because it’s quirky and close to my clothes, shoes, and purses. (Yes, I have just a little bit of a thing for those kinds of items.)
So, if you could set-up an office in a closet would you? :-)
Her resolve to succeed with Cyrus is immediately put to the test during her very first meeting with him and she realizes that no matter how much she prepared for all that was Cyrus, it all paled in comparison to the real man. Things only get worse when he starts hinting at wanting more than a professional relationship.
But Delaney can’t entertain the idea of having more than a professional relationship with Cyrus. After all, that’s something her mother would do and she’s not about to start emulating that woman now. However, fighting her attraction to Cyrus becomes harder and harder the more she’s around him and she finds herself wondering if she’s become so wrapped up in trying not to be her mother that she’s forgotten to just to be herself.
Enjoy an excerpt:
As he stepped up to the door, he wondered briefly what a life coach would look like.
Probably a tall skinny guy that weighed about a buck fifty soaking wet with slicked back hair, who thought he knew everything. He hated know-it-alls.
Shoving open his office door, ready for a fight, he spotted the focus of his irritation staring out the window behind his desk, her back to him.
He froze. A woman?!
Clearly hearing him enter, she turned to face him.
Pushing the door closed behind him, he took his time looking her over.
,br> Despite the neat black skirt falling modestly below her knees and the trim blazer that didn’t give away a hint of any of the skin beneath it, failed to hide an obviously curvy figure. A definite change from the usual stick figure models he normally associated with, but he had to admit, he’d always liked navigating curves.
He noted she held her hands clasped in front of her, creamy skinned hands that matched the creamy skin of her oval shaped face that wore a carefully blank expression. She watched him from a pale aqua gaze that concealed any thoughts that might be going through her mind.
At least he’d been correct about the slicked back hair. What appeared to be deep fiery strands were smoothed back severely into a bun at the base of her skull.
He wondered what she’d look like with her hair down around her shoulders.
Mentally kicking himself for letting his mind go there, he shoved his hands into his pockets. She firmly belonged on his Do-Not-Touch list at the moment. Besides, he didn’t need a prissy life coach in his bed. She’d probably try to lecture him on what to do.
“Hello, I’m Delaney Pierce.” Her smooth timbre held only the slightest of hints of a city accent.
About the Author: In between her to-be-read pile and trying to bring the characters in her head alive, Kristen spends as much time as she can with family and friends. Much to her husband’s dismay, she enjoys collecting purses, shoes, and jewelry. During those rare times she’s not working at her day job, rushing her daughters somewhere, watching movies with her husband, and trying to meet a deadline, she can usually be found energetically cheering for one of her favorite New York sports teams.
As with just about every other writer on the planet, Kristen grew up an avid reader. She started with young adult before she technically hit the age range and moved on to sci-fi classics by Isaac Asimov and Ray Bradbury. At fifteen, her best friend gave her a book she just had to read! The book was Honest Illusions by Nora Roberts. Always a sucker for a happy ending, she was a goner and fell in love with the romance genre. Having started writing novel length stories at the age of eleven, Kristen’s stories all took a romantic turn from that point on.
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