This week I’d like to welcome Miranda from Willa Edwards Valentine Next Door
Jeremy’s not about to let a few numbers get between him and the woman he’s dreamed of since high school. Can Mrs Valentine do the same?
What do you hope reader’s take away from this retelling of your story?
That it’s never too late to live the life you want to. After my first husband died I thought my
life was over, that I would just wither away in my house like one of the Bronte sisters. But by
opening my heart to someone I never expect, my lovely Jeremy, I’ve received everything
I’ve ever dreamed of and more.
Excluding your own, what is your favorite book?
That’s way too hard a question to ask a librarian. But if I had to pick one, it would probably
be Pride and Prejudice. I probably reread that story at least once a year.
What first attracted you to your love interest?
I’ve always loved Jeremy’s easy way with people. He makes everyone feel comfortable
around him. Even when he was a kid he had the charm. I also love his sense of adventure. I
certainly need more of that in my life.
What surprises you most about your love interest?
Jeremy is more old fashioned than many people realize. He’s very focused on being a
good provider, a good husband and hopefully soon a good father. He seems like a
carefree kid sometimes, but he takes the important stuff very seriously.
What event in your life would make a wonderful short-story addition to your story?
I don’t know if it would make a good short story, I’m not much of a writer, but telling
Jeremy’s parents we wanted to get married was certainly an eventful conversation.
Considering I’d been friends with them for over fifteen years and they knew my first
husband, they had some reservations. But they’re coming around.
Also, Jeremy and I are scheduled to spend this summer in the Andes. He’s been
commissioned to take some photographs of some rare birds, so that might be a hoot to
If price was no consequence, what gift would you buy your love interest?
A red Mustang. He’s always wanted one, but since he lived in New York City for the past
ten years he never bought himself one. I’d love to give it to him. Something special, that just
for him, to show him how much he means to me. But he would never let me purchase one
for him. It wouldn’t fit a car seat.
Were you reluctant to have your story told?
Certainly. My relationship with Jeremy isn’t exactly traditional, and though most people
have accepted us being together, I know there are many out there that might look down on
the age difference between us. Allowing my story to be told opened us up to a lot of
Also I was concerned about how my previous husband’s family would feel, reading about
me with another man. I just want to state for the record that I love my previous husband very
much, and I have no doubt that it he were still alive we’d still be married. He was a fantastic
man. Unfortunately life didn’t work out that way.
What is your favorite chapter of your story?
My favorite part of my story is what’s happened since the book ended. What happens after
Happily Ever After is so much better than the buildup.
Put three items in a time capsule you will open in 25 years. What are your items?
A kindle full of great books. A thumb drive full of Jeremy’s amazing photos. And a family
album, full of pictures of our beautiful family and all the great adventures we’ve had.
Thank you so much for stopping by and reading my interview. I hope you’ll check out my
story, Valentine Next Door. Now available with Totally Bound Publishing.
Want to learn more? Check out the blurb…
Jeremy Callahan has been in love with his next door neighbor, Miranda Valentine, since he
was fifteen years old. As a teen he used to watch her, fantasising about how he could make her his.
But he never acted on it. Miranda was older, married and out of his league. Forced to return home
ten years later after being injured on a photo shoot, all those old feelings return, and this time
there’s no reason to keep them at bay. She might be a decade older than him, but Jeremy’s
not about to let a few numbers stand in his way.
Since her husband’s death, Miranda’s been left with a big hole in her life. Never able to fulfillher dream to be a mom, Miranda isn’t sure what do with herelf. She certainly isn’t expecting to find the most gorgeous man she’s ever met next door. She can’t believe Jermey Callahan is that sexy younger man, or that he’s had a crush on her for years. When he kisses her, all bets are off.Jeremy’s young, gorgeous and makes her feel more than anyone has before.
But she knows he can’t want the same things she does. He can’t be ready to settle down and start a family, but she’s running of time. Will her dream of being a mother keep her from the man she loved?
Or can they find some middle ground where they both can get everything they want?
Miranda hastily climbed the porch steps, balancing the cake in one hand while
pushing the doorbell with her left index finger. If she was lucky, the Callahans would be in the middle of dinner and she could just drop off the cake and head back home. She was already looking forward to settling down in front of the television to watch the latest romantic comedy Netflix had sent her, something about finding love in the wilds of Africa. That and the carton of ice cream that wouldn’t be taking up space in her freezer for much longer.
The door slid open and one of the most gorgeous men she’d ever seen stood in the doorway.
His dark hair was cut short. His chocolate-colored eyes focused on her and she swallowed. He looked at her with such intensity her skin tingled. His red T-shirt club to a chiseled chest, and a pair of dark sweats bunch up around the cast molded to his right leg.
“Jeremy?” This couldn’t be little Jeremy Callahan standing before her. The man holding the door open was very different from the boy who had left home.
But he has to be. How many men could the Callahans have wandering around their house with a broken leg?
He smiled at her with the same boyish grin he’d given her that first morning she and Leo had moved into the neighborhood. She still remembered him standing in his driveway playing basketball with one of his buddies a few weeks before his first days of high school.
Jeremy had always been tall, but as a kid he’d been skinny and lanky. He’d definitely grown into his height. His chest was now broad and solid. His biceps flexed as he dropped the doorknob, crossing his arms along his chest. Even his waist was thick with muscle, the kind that would be defined beneath that red T-shirt.
“Hi, Mrs Valentine.”
She cleared her throat, gripping the cake container a little tighter in her sweaty hands. “Please, Jeremy. You’re not in school anymore. You don’t have to call me Mrs Valentine. Miranda is fine.”
“Okay. Hi, Miranda.”
She liked the sound of her name on his lips. It took her a second to realize she’d never heard him say it before.
He’d always been a very polite boy, always respectful. But she was starting to like the man a lot better.
“Well, I…uh, made this for you and your folks. Just a little I-hope-you-feel-better cake.” She handed the dessert to Jeremy, forcing herself to stop rambling.
He grabbed the Tupperware container with quick hands that looked much bigger than they used to.
“Thank you.” He glanced down at the Bundt cake. “Is this mocha fudge?”
“Good. I always loved that cake.” He leaned forward a little, as though to tell her a secret, his mouth moving toward hers.
His woodsy, masculine smell wafted to her across the space between them. His heat and strong
presence calling her like a moth to a flame.
“I’ve always had quite a sweet tooth.” He grinned at her. Her mind flashed to what else he could
do with those teeth. Those lips. That mouth.
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