For one entire and blissful night, I wasn’t Megan the widow. I was Megan out having a drink with her best friend. I was Megan, getting hit on by a hot, younger guy. I said no to him, but everything inside of me said yes.
I was still grieving and healing the loss of my husband Sam. Getting my life back to some kind of normal. Until it got complicated. Very, very complicated. Because that hot young guy who wasn’t even supposed to be on my radar? He came crashing in with this weird electric pulse between us and a chemistry that’s off the charts. If that wasn’t complicated enough – he’s is a student in my creative writing class with enough complications of his own.
The words in his poems remind me of Sam’s. He says things that are too familiar. Knows things about me no one else knows. It’s like seeing a ghost. I wasn’t supposed to fall for him, but my happily ever after is gone, and his arms feel like home.
But when everything starts to make sense, and the pieces come together in the end, am I in love with him? Or the memory of Sam?
She loves writing real, flawed characters and writing about realistic, gritty and raw romance. She’s a romance junkie and happy endings addict, and if you’re a lover of deeply emotional, flawed and realistic romance reads with lots of delicious angst, her books are for you. Alyne’s stories involve characters with bigger problems than just finding love. She writes stories about making peace with the past, rekindling old flames and healing old wounds. She loves small towns, men in uniform and alpha males with a heart of gold.
She began her story-telling journey first with her dolls, then it progressed to paper. She has a deep love for anything romantic, and she’s a believer that in love anything is possible.
When Alyne isn’t writing, you can find her reading, scrap-booking, and spending time with her two children and her boyfriend. She enjoys trips to the mountains just as much as trips to the city, live music, chick flick movie marathons and hanging out with her eclectic group of friends.