[Manga Maniac Cafe] Good morning, CJ! Can you please describe yourself in five words or less.
[CJ Riker] Staff Sergeant USMC. Semper Fi.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Can you share a typical day in the life of CJ Riker?
[CJ Riker] Get up. Run. Go to PT. Head to base, work (sorry, it’s classified). Home. Piss off my neighbor. Hit the sack and do it again.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What three words come to mind when you think of Rena?
[CJ Riker] Hot, sexy, pain-in-my-ass
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What do you find most exasperating about her?
[CJ Riker] She’s got a serious attitude problem. Damn independent woman.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] If you could change one thing you’ve done in your life, what would it be?
[CJ Riker] The things I could change are the things I have no control over. I can’t change other people’s views or actions. I can’t change how other people treated me or how they treat themselves. I can only change who I am and what I do, which means I’d change nothing.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] What’s one thing you won’t leave home without?
[CJ Riker] My pride.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] How do you relax after a hard day annoying your neighbors?
[CJ Riker] Watch UFC, football, or baseball, depending on the season. Maybe have a beer. Sometimes read. Sometimes lay in bed and stare at the ceiling until sleep finally comes.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Can you share your dreams for the future in five words or less.
[CJ Riker] A family.
[Manga Maniac Cafe] Thank you!
[CJ Riker] Ooo Rah.
About the book:
Neighbors by L.S. Murphy
Publisher: Entangled Flirt
Genre: contemporay romance
Rena Woods has a great life. She recently landed the contract to decorate the home of basketball wife, Cecilia Hood, her business is growing, and this contract could make her the elite decorator in St. Louis. Rena’s sacrificed her personal life for her company without a single regret. When Staff Sergeant C.J. Riker moves in across the hall, Rena can’t stand to be around him. He may be on the volcanic side of hot, but his attitude sucks. Riker does whatever he can to get under Rena’s skin.
After a massive blow to her business sends Rena on a self-destructive binge, Riker is there to save her from doing something she might regret. Could there be more to Riker than meets the eye? And will he open up enough to Rena to tell her how he lost his leg or shut out love forever?
The moving van blocked my car on the street outside my building. Thanks to a freak storm knocking out the power the night before, I was already running late for an appointment halfway across the city. The meteorologists in St. Louis should just add “we think” to every forecast to save themselves the trouble. Of course, my mother would have said I was always late, no matter what the reason. It’s her favorite complaint, besides pointing out her lack of grandchildren. Never mind my two older brothers with three kids between them.
“You’re not getting any younger, Rena,” she chided the night before as we had our weekly phone conversation. Mom loved using my name against me as added emphasis. “You’ll be thirty in a few years. And it’s all downhill from there.”
Such a positive influence.
The cars were covered in summer leaves. The winds had sent tree limbs to the center of the streets. Despite the storm, the air had already lost its “fresh rain” scent and regained the heavy humidity of a St. Louis summer.
Soulard’s neighborhood association had a policy that movers could not start until after nine o’clock in the morning. It was ten minutes until nine, which was also the time I was supposed to meet my biggest client.
I hammered my palm against the door of the moving van, leaving a wet handprint on the white paint. A guy with dark hair cut in the traditional USMC hairstyle—short on the sides with an inch on top—leaned out the window. He lowered his wraparound sunglasses and cocked an eyebrow. A smirk played above his stubbled jaw. I wanted to smile back—guys with dimples were a weak point for me—but I was running way too late to flirt. Too bad.
“Could you move? You’re blocking me in.” I motioned to my red hatchback, which my best friend Maddie had dubbed “The Tomato.”
He stuck his arm out the window and opened the door from the outside. His dark, sleeveless t-shirt revealed a tattoo of the eagle, anchor, and globe on a tight bicep. I figured he was around my age, give or take a year or three. As he climbed down, my gaze traced each curve of his athletic frame until the prosthetic caught my attention. I felt his eyes on me as I stared too long at the fake leg.
“Are you done yet?” he snapped with a voice hardened by the Corps. It was the same voice my uncle, a retired sergeant, used on my cousins. It made you want to stand at attention and shout “Yes, sir” at the top of your lungs.
Before I could come up with a decent sounding apology for letting my eyes linger too long where they shouldn’t have, he stalked past me and around the back of the truck. His elbow brushed against the bare skin of my arm. Goosebumps spread to my shoulder. It’d been too long since a guy, any guy, made that happen. Just freaking great. I don’t have time for this. I spun on my heel and hurried after him, glad he didn’t see the embarrassment color my cheeks. Good job, Rena. Piss off the hot Marine. It’s not like you haven’t seen a guy with a prosthetic before.
About the Author:
L.S. Murphy lives in the Greater St. Louis area where she watches Cardinals baseball, reads every book she can find, and weaves tales for teens and adults. When not doing all of the above, she tends to The Bean (aka her daughter), her husband and a menagerie of pets. “A Reason to Stay”, a contemporary romance novella, is available as of November 2, 2012. Reaper is her debut young adult novel and is available as of January 7th, 2013.
She is a member of Society of Children’s Book Writers and Illustrators (SCBWI) and the St. Louis Writer’s Guild.
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