K.T. Wells has been telling stories since before she could read. She used to narrate books for her baby brother, concocting a plotline from the pictures. Not much has changed. One of her husband’s favorite pastimes is to listen to her tales after asking her to tell the story of people they observe in restaurants, airports or the subway.
Fascinated by the human condition, K.T.’s writing captures the emotions that drive the engines of our hearts. She is captivated by the rituals of love and believes everyone is entitled to a happily ever after.
Join her in celebrating her first published novel – Nobody’s Angel.
Learn more about KT Wells and her work by visiting the following links:
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Could you please tell us a bit about your book? The story? The characters?
Loving each other from childhood, Jake and Angie seemed destined to spend their lives together. Youthful mistakes separated them and twenty years later neither of them could form a long-lasting emotional attachment to another person. With their twentieth high school reunion looming, their cadre of quirky and loyal friends break all the rules in attempt to reunite the lovers. Just as forever seems possible again, tragedy strikes and the strength of true love is put to the test.
How did you come up with the title and how much say did you have on the cover design?
The heroine’s name is Angelique and one of the main characters, Avery, has called her Angel all her life. Given the heartbreak she suffered and the torch she’s been carrying, Nobody’s Angel seemed fitting.
I wanted the book cover to communicate Jake and Angie’s passion, as well as tenderness. The result was exactly how I envisioned it.
Do you have a favorite line or excerpt that you would like to share from your book?
“I don’t know Jake. Too much water under the bridge and all that.” All these years later and he could still read her; she was straining to maintain her composure.
Grasping her hand tightly, he leaned in and whispered, “Ange, please. We still love each other. I know it as sure as I’m sitting here.”
“Jake our problem was never about love ... it was about trust. I trusted you with everything I had and you threw that away.”
Before he could answer her, plead his case, she extricated herself from his grasp, choked back a sob and fled from the restaurant. He got as far as the front door before Nigel stopped him.
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