Kelsie Leverich
New York Times bestselling author, Kelsie Leverich, lives in Indiana where she spends her days behind the chair at her salon helping women feel beautiful, and spends her nights, (once the kids are fast asleep and her hunky boyfriend is binging Netflix) dreaming up Happily-Ever-After’s.
Kelsie’s busy life is fueled by coffee and Cabernet, and she embraces her chaos with day-dreams and romance novels as allies. She is most definitely not a morning person, has a soft spot for animals, loves musicals, hates seafood, and thinks laundry is the source of all evil.
Kelsie writes emotional, gritty, toe-curling love stories, but she also writes playful, lighthearted, sexy love stories as well. Either way, you can always find passion at the heart of her books, and her life.
“I don't do flowers remember? But I want more too”
“I can't be this close to you and not touch you”
“Isn't that what most everyone wants? To be loved by someone so fiercely that you hold their world in your hands, that you were the one to keep it safe.”
“Kale Emerson?” Ronnie said, scanning the waiting room. There were only two people there, one was Harold’s intern who was waiting to do his nightly bitch work, and the other one was a fuckingly handsome Captain America impersonator.”
“You can stop mind fucking me now ." Kale's Eyes Came close to popping out of his head. "Excuse me ?" Ronnie rolled her eyes . "Let's get this straight, soldier. I'm not sleeping with you. You can get it out of your pretty little head, and I suggest you do so before I stick a needle to your skin.”
“Whoever said it got easier with time was wrong, death never got easier. The pain dulls around your heart, numbing the spot the deceased inhabited in your chest-- but it was never easier. Loss was still loss-- a physical pain, a hurt that reaches deep inside you and smothers your soul, forever indenting their memory. No, death was still death, loss was still loss, and pain was still pain. Time didn't change that.”