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Janice Maynard came to writing early in life. When her short story, "The Princess and the Robbers," won a red ribbon in her third-grade school arts fair, Janice was hooked. Since then, she has sold numerous books and novellas.

She holds a BA from Emory and Henry College and an MA from East Tennessee State University. In 2002 Janice left a fifteen-year career as an elementary teacher to pursue writing full-time. Suite Fantasy, her first release for NAL, hit number eight on the Barnes & Noble trade romance list.

 

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He cocked his head. “Don’t you think we should program some dates into this little electronic thingy of yours?” He poked at a button and the screen went blank.

“Give me that,” she hissed. “And no. I’m all booked up in the date department. Thanks anyway.”

Now the devilment spread across his face and his straight white teeth flashed in a grin of blinding proportions. “Well, Miss Caitlyn... you may be willing to offend the mayor, but I’m not. Turn this thing back on and let’s get down to business.”

Her mouth gaped. “What the hell are you talking about?”

He brushed her lips with a fingertip. “Tut. Tut. Such language from a lady. I know your mama wouldn’t approve.”

Temper threatened to blow the top of her head sky high. Her pale skin blotched with color when she got angry, and she knew from experience that it wasn’t a good look on her. But God, he made her mad.

She pursed her lips. “My vocabulary is none of your concern. I’m out of here.”

She grabbed up her things and scooted around him, but he was not so easily defeated. He caught hold of the end of the pretty braided raffia belt she wore and reeled her back in, tucking her firmly between his thighs. It would have been a highly inappropriate position had the room not been empty. Even so, she deemed it insulting.

She narrowed her eyes. “Swear to God, Duke Yancey. I’ll knock the crap out of you with my purse if you don’t let me go right this instant.