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D
eep inside the house
, the chiming reverberates, echoing throughout. Just how big is this place, exactly?

I
expect
to be greeted by Alfred the butler, or even Yvette, the maid, but instead the door opens and I'm standing a mere arms-length away from the man himself.

A
ll six-feet
of him leans in against the doorway, a curious look on his handsome, clean-cut face. His dark brows draw together in confusion but his white, toothy smile tells me something else. He's like some sort of sexy anomaly standing there in front of me.

"
H
i
. . . how can I help you?"

K
errigan Grant is
a romance author with a huge heart, wide curves, and a solid imagination. She's been writing stories of her own since she was old enough to hold a pencil in her hand, and knows that no matter what, she will never stop. Before she was lucky enough to snag the opportunity to sit around in her pajamas and write all day, she did a wide variety of things that gave her a very interesting take on the world. She enjoys that small window in the south where it's not too hot but still warm, reading any book she can get her hands on, laughing with her friends, all things pizza-related, and a huge pitcher of her bff's sweet tea. 

Most days she's working hard on her writing and spending as much time with her family as she can. She and her husband are high-school sweethearts and the biggest goofballs when they're by themselves. She completely adores her son and daughter and hopes that one day she can inspire them to live happy and do what they love, just like she gets to do every day. Kerrigan lives with her family in warm and sweet Charleston, South Carolina.

T
his book was
like fitting a puzzle together, and I wouldn't have been able to accomplish it without help from a few different people along the way. 

Thank you to my readers. My goal in this one life is to be happy and make others happy, so those of you who personally email me to tell me how much you enjoy my books and my characters are the real #MVP here ;)

Thanks to my sisters, who keep pushing and encouraging me to stay committed no matter what. Your baby sister loves you dearly for it! 

And most importantly, thank you to my husband, for all of my craziness you put up with. Especially when I stay up two days in a row during deadline week and can only be fueled by energy drinks and pretzels. Thanks for the late night trips to grab me whatever I needed to stay on task. You are my rock, baby.