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Forget being quiet. I couldn’t do it. I turned my head and opened my lips to give him a less-than-polite answer.

Every single word fled my brain. I mean, my vocabulary literally ran away. I couldn’t even blame it. There was no word that could compete with such a face.

His eyes were such a deep blue that they held me captive in a single glance. He had a masculine and angular face, with a straight nose, full lips, and a cleft in the center of his chin. He was clean shaven and smelled so good that I actually leaned closer.

Who in the hell actually leaned closer to an officer who wanted to give her a speeding ticket?

He was lean, but not too thin, tall, and did his uniform justice. I was a little embarrassed to admit the gun strapped to his hip turned me on.

And then I saw the handcuffs.

I didn’t know I was a dirty ho until that moment. I imagined all kind of inappropriate things that would involve those handcuffs.

He took off his hat and ran his hand through his hair. “Ma’am?”

I glanced at him, once again struck by his eyes. I felt the need to lean even closer, but I stopped myself.

“What?” I said, the word coming out a little harsher than I intended.

I swear he stifled a smile. “You were speeding…” he said, trailing away.

I couldn’t stop staring at the little dent in his chin. My tongue would fit in it perfectly. I cleared my throat. “I’m late for work.” The statement brought me back to reality. “Shit!” I yelled, hitting the steering wheel. “I’m late for work.”

I winced and turned back to him. “Are you going to arrest me now?”

He laughed. He actually threw his head back and laughed.

God, he was sexy.

“Where do you work?”

“Right up the street at Razor’s Edge Salon.”

“You make a habit of speeding through an intersection?”

I made a frustrated sound. “Only on days I don’t get my coffee, have to get out of bed at ungodly hours, and…” Oh, crap, there I went again. I looked at him meekly. “No?”

“No coffee, huh?”

“No,” I grumped.

He sighed and straightened. He pulled a pad out of his pocket and then proceeded to write on it. I wondered how much this was going to cost me.

A minute later, he handed me back my ID and registration. I put them away and turned back to collect my sentence.

He put the notepad back in his pocket.

“Isn’t that for me?”

He leaned back down in the window, bracing his forearms on the side of the car. “Nope. It’s for me.”

I felt my forehead crease. “I know I’m not properly caffeinated, but don’t people who speed usually get tickets?”

“Usually,” he agreed.

I lifted my eyebrows. I was back to being unable to speak. He was incredibly close.

“I’m going to let you off with a warning this time.”

I made a sound that might have broadcast like an agreement.

He grinned. “On one condition.”

I scowled. “I read an article about this once. Officers of the law letting people go in exchange for… favors.”

He chuckled. “Is that so?”

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not that kind of girl, Officer Shady.”

He lifted an eyebrow, and I felt my cheeks heat. That’s good, Julie. Insult a cop.

“Are you the kind of girl who would go on a date with a shady police officer?”

My hands broke out in a clammy sweat. Did he just ask me out? “That depends,” I said saucily.

What the hell is wrong with me this morning?

At the rate my day was going, I was going to shave off someone’s eyebrow and turn their hair green.

“On?”

“How many times this admitted shady cop has pulled women over to ask them out on dates.”

He flashed a smile and my heart stuttered. “Never.”

I wasn’t sure I believed that, but I wanted to. “If I agree, will you let me go to work?”

“Yep.”

“Okay, then.”

He smiled again and straightened, putting on his hat. “Watch your speed,” he said, tapping the side of my door with his fingers.

“Don’t you want my number?”

He leaned down once more. “Already got it. What do you think I was writing down?”

“I’m pretty sure that’s abuse of your job.”

He chuckled. “You gonna call my boss and rat me out?”

Hell no, I wasn’t. “Maybe.”

“I don’t think so,” he said softly.

“What makes you so sure?”

“Because, Julie,” he drawled, and I swear my name on his lips made me lightheaded, “you want to go out with me.”

I did. But I wasn’t going to tell him that. He was already suffering from an oversized ego. “You gong tell me your name?”

“Blue,” he said, stepping back from my car.

I’d never heard that name before. But considering the pull of his eyes, I understood it.

“Well, Blue, I guess I’ll see ya when I see ya.”

“Oh, you’ll see me. Tonight. I’ll pick you up at six.”

Tonight? He worked fast. Maybe he should get a speeding ticket.

I waited until he was in his cruiser before I pulled out onto the road. He pulled out behind me and followed my car the entire way to the salon. When I pulled in the lot, he kept going, and I blew out a nervous breath.

I needed to revise my earlier statement. It was no longer the morning from hell.

For once, I was actually glad I got my ass of bed.

This book was like a little whirlwind in my life. Let me tell you about that. Oh, and I was thinking… maybe I shouldn’t be calling this section the acknowledgements… maybe I should be calling it a “Note from the Author” because I do more babbling about the book and what I was doing when I wrote it than I do actually acknowledging people. Besides, I thank the same people over and over again… Y’all know who I’m gonna thank by now. Tweet me at @cambriahebert and tell me what you think!

Okay, anyway, back to my story. TIPSY was supposed to be the book published in November of this year. I was going on with writing Julie and Blue’s story and I kept getting distracted. I kept losing focus. The people in my head would not be quiet. The loudest of them all was Honor. This girl had a story and she wanted to tell it. Now. And Nathan… Well, Nathan really wanted some pie.

So… I put Tipsy on hold to just start TEXT, just to give Honor her voice. Once I started writing, I couldn’t stop. This book literally poured out of me. The more I wrote, the more special it became. I thought about Nathan all the time. Oh, and by the way, Nathan is named after my son.

I think this book has a lot of similarities to my own life. It kind of turned into a personal story for me. Before you go gasping, NO, I have not been kidnapped and thrown into a hole. But I do have a very active imagination, and this is actually something I used to fear.

My husband is a Marine. He was stationed in Allentown like Nathan. Honor’s house was the one that we lived in when we were stationed in Pennsylvania. I used to walk on the Slatington Trail almost every day. Our house sat on the trail just like Honor’s did. I ran on the trail one morning alone. I got about a mile into my run and realized that I could be kidnapped at any moment and no one would know. I spent the rest of my run trying not to pee my pants and peering into the heavy trees and bushes that lined the path.

True story.

I never ran alone again. I did walk with my dogs and kids and my husband. It is an absolutely gorgeous area. The roads are narrow and curvy. I got carsick every time we went somewhere for like the first month we lived there. One time we went to Wal-Mart using the GPS to give us directions… It took us over a mountain (like the one Nathan drives up to find Honor) and there was literally a sign that said, “Drive at your own risk.”

I stopped shopping at Wal-Mart when we lived there. Ha ha hahahaha.

Honor is a writer like me. So I could identify with that as well. I also have a little dog that is the love of my life. I wanted to name her Lucy. My daughter wanted to name her Cocoa. Her name is Cocoa. LOL. But that’s okay. It fits her really well.

So I guess really what I’m getting at is that this book is sort of born of my own life. The location, the house, Nathan’s profession (a Marine), and Honor’s profession, the dog, the trail… writing about it all came naturally to me.

Oh, and I really like apple pie.

The homemade piecrust recipe that I put in the back is actually my great grandmother’s recipe. It’s a family recipe. My mom makes it really good. I’m like the worst pie crust maker ever. I can bake, but pie crust is not my thing. I always buy it. Ha ha. While I was writing this book, I made two apple pies all because of Nathan.

So that’s how this book came about. I really hope you enjoy it as much as I do. The cover, the story… it really became a love affair for me. I hope it does well out there in the world.

I would like to acknowledge Regina Wamba for creating this cover. It is my favorite cover to date. Something about it just speaks to me. Thank you, Regina, for making it and for putting up with my crazy messages about how much I love it.

I’d like to thank the model, Matt Hansen, who is pictured on the cover. Matt, you’re hot. And you take an awesome cover photo.

To Cassie McCown, my personal book doctor, who whipped this book into shape, got rid of all my gibberish (and let me tell you, some of the sentences I wrote made no sense), and polished up the story the way it deserved. You’re a great editor and I love working with you.