Aimée writes steamy, contemporary romance for the 21st century woman who enjoys the 21st century alpha male. She's addicted to reading, shopping and can't go a day without music.
When she's not writing you can find her traipsing up the Ochils (weather permitting of course) or procrastinating on Facebook (https://www.facebook.com/aimeeduffyx) and Twitter (@aimeeduffyx).
“You’ll be fine. I won’t let you drown.” His lips quirked, like he found her terror entertaining. All the pent up anger, grief and fear fought for supremacy inside. She couldn’t control what came out of her mouth. “And I’m supposed to trust you? Are you kidding me?”
“We need to mask your scent.” If stranger words had come out of his mouth, she hadn’t heard them. But then it clicked. “The thing can smell me.” And it did get a good whiff at the house”
“You’re supposed to be dead.” Her whisper was lost in the sound of a gunshot.”
“The creature pulled flaky skin back from its teeth in a terrifying grin. Then it pounced.”
“I'll never do more than kiss you for the camera, ever.""Never say never, Chloe”
“It was like looking for a Natural Blonde at Hugh Hefner's”