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November 16, 2018

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๐˜Ž๐˜ฐ ๐˜ต๐˜ฐ ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ ๐˜ช๐˜ด๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ฏ๐˜ฅ, my publisher said. ๐˜™๐˜ฆ๐˜ค๐˜ญ๐˜ข๐˜ช๐˜ฎ ๐˜บ๐˜ฐ๐˜ถ๐˜ณ ๐˜ธ๐˜ณ๐˜ช๐˜ต๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜จ ๐˜ฎ๐˜ฐ๐˜ซ๐˜ฐ, he added. ๐˜‰๐˜ฆ ๐˜ช๐˜ฏ๐˜ด๐˜ฑ๐˜ช๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ฅ, he suggested. Oh, sexy shenanigans, was I inspired. Drew Carolla would do that to a woman. Reclusive and brooding, an ex-pilot-come-sexy-woodcutter-come-luxury-wedding-venue-owner-comeโ€ฆ ๐˜ฉ๐˜ฆ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ.ย 

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Writing romance doesnโ€™t come easy when you donโ€™t have a muse, and I was on a deadline. Four weeks to write my next bestseller or face being dropped by my publisher. Thankfully, watching Drew chop wood, sweaty and shirtless, soon had the words flowing like water through Cornish coastline rock pools.

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But Drew had his own stories to tell. Why did his luxury wedding venue no longer host weddings? Why did he scoff at the idea of romance? And why, despite that, did he look at me like he wanted to wake up on Christmas morning and find me naked in his bed?

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Conundrums. Drew was full of them. Too bad I wasnโ€™t writing psychological thrillers.ย 

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Would Drew Carolla, a man who didnโ€™t believe in romance, inspire my ๐˜จ๐˜ณ๐˜ฆ๐˜ข๐˜ต๐˜ฆ๐˜ด๐˜ต love story or leave me with unfinished chapters?

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