He's one person throughout life you think about every so often, the one who leaves
his unique indelible mark on you, the person with whom you need closure.
For Margaret Collins that person was Mike Taylor.
After he broke her heart seventeen years ago, she left everything she knew and reinvented
herself. With a new home, a new look and a new name, Riley Williams is now an up and
coming journalist given the assignment to interview a Mike Taylor. She never suspected
he would be her Mike Taylor.
With Mike having no hint of Riley's true identity, she must decide if she will make him
pay for sins he doesn't remember committing, or if she can wipe away the past and be
with the one man who she has always wanted?
Can she finally have closure?
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Author Bio:
love of happy endings inspired her to create her own. She has a weakness for bad boys
and techno geeks, and married her own computer whiz after he proved he could keep
her all her gadgets running. When not writing, she can usually be found slathered in
sunscreen trolling Los Angeles and helping top doctors build their practices.
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Excerpt:
"Are you worried I'm going to get something wrong?" Without him knowing, they
slipped back into their old banter. She reached into her bag, found a pad and pen
and held them up. "Do you feel better now?"
"Yes, different." He pressed his back against the chair. "A challenge." His smile
let the tooth peek out, while seventeen years caused the little wrinkle at corner of
his eye to appear. "You know, I have some meetings here the rest of this week."
"Should I be writing this down?" She clicked the pen twice, trying to stop herself
from reading more into this.
"Not unless you're writing down your address so I know where to pick you up for
dinner tomorrow night."
Everything stopped. Even if only in her mind, for that second the world froze. The
constant clink of dishes ceased, the bustling wait staff stood motionless.
Back in the school hallway when he had invited her out, he used a similar
assumptive close. He turned to her and asked what time he should get her Friday
night.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she
wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to
the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been nothing but a project when
she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't blame him
for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her looks, but never
managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she
just received the ultimate do-over?
"Excuse me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.
Though the years had diminished the pain, to this day every now and again, she
wondered what would have happened if took her out rather than succumbing to
the pressure of his friends and parents. She'd been nothing but a project when
she wanted to be a girl.
Here together, they repeated history, but not in his eyes. She couldn't blame him
for not knowing her. She'd changed her name, changed her looks, but never
managed to change her heart.
She always wondered.
Maybe she always wished.
Was she handed another chance to get her heart ripped to shreds, or had she
just received the ultimate do-over?
"Excuse me for a moment." She pushed her chair back and walked away.
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