Kathryn Olsen (aka Kaki) has been to 17 countries on five continents.
After an illustrious upbringing in Massachusetts, she studied English at Brigham Young University. As a result, she's been known to find theological flaws in zombie lore and Peruvian sacrifice metaphors in Superman movies.
When not working a desk job or overanalyzing media, she enjoys writing about anything from possessed iPhones to dragon-smuggling androids and has been called upon to lecture on writing by various organizations.
Her debut novel, Swan and Shadow, was published in March, 2016.
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"Aislin is cursed. A regular college student at night and a swan during the day, Aislin can only break the curse by finding her true love. But when her beloved discovers the truth, will his fear override their love? This modern adaptation of Swan Lake will help you discover what love really means."
Playing it by ear usually just meant that weâd spontaneously find a new store to check out or eat at a favorite place, people-watching all the way. Natalie got two guysâ phone numbers before we even boarded the T. I knew she wouldnât ever call them because she liked keeping tally more than actually dating.
âYour turn next,â Laurie announced after getting one herself.
âI donât need phone numbers. Iâve got Nick.â
âAnd weâre very happy for you,â Natalie said impatiently, âbut flirting muscles can atrophy.â
âTwo-timing isnât my style,â I retorted.
âThis isnât even that,â Natalie insisted. âNo physical contact necessary.â
âOr encouraged,â Laurie added helpfully. âThatâs the lazy girlâs way to a manâs heart.â
âWhoa.â I held up a hand. âNow youâre just fighting dirty.â
âYouâre stalling,â she shot back. âGet moving.â
Nick would probably laugh at the guys I chose, but it would be fun to give it a shot and it would shut them both up.
âNick wonât find out,â Natalie reconsidered. âItâs just a number, not a fling.â
âIâm not the type to have flings,â I pointed out.
âYouâre not over the hill yet, and neither is green sweatshirt at six oâclock,â Laurie answered. âGo for it.â
Green sweatshirt guy had dark hair and a cute enough backside for me to look forward to a front view.
âGo, fight, win,â Natalie added before shoving me in his direction.
He wasnât facing my way, so he didnât see me stumble like a nervous freshman. By the time I was ready to approach, Iâd found my footing and was now a casual passerby. He got bonus points for not having earphones plugged in and reading a book. Since I wasnât Aislin, I couldnât use Twain as an icebreaker. That narrowed my range of pickup lines, but they were all good ones.
He turned to check the route of an incoming train and looked bewilderingly like Iâd just made his weekend. âHey,â he said. âI thought you were booked today.â
I suddenly forgot every clever thing I had planned to say. âIâm sorry,â I blurted out. âDid I reject you before?â
âNot really,â he said with a laugh. âYou do remember our last conversation, right?â
âHonestly, no,â I said. I might have seen him before, but nothing about him was familiar. âYour name starts with a D?â
âN,â he corrected, his smile going a little wooden. âWell, this is humiliating.â
That went for the both of us. He looked a little like one of our football players, but . . .
And then my brain caught up. âN?â I asked quickly. âAs in Nathaniel?â
âI knew weâd get there eventually,â he said, looking slightly less crestfallen. âDoes that mean youâre not going to dinner with me?â
âNate from Michigan, the future physical therapist . . .â It was time to let an explanation fix things. âMy sister has told me so much about you.â
Color flooded back into his face and I couldnât tell if he was blushing or just relieved that he had made a lasting impression. âYour sister,â he echoed.
I dug into my purse and whipped out my real license. I held it up for comparison so he could see I wasnât bluffing, and then handed it over for closer inspection.
âIâm Maeve,â I explained, âand youâre Aislinâs favorite person on campus.â
His red face was now definitely caused by a blush. âAislin didnât mention her sister was a dead ringer,â he admitted.
âI promise Iâm not crazy. We just havenât been introduced.â
He passed the license back, turning the handoff into a handshake. âIâm Nate,â he said. âSome crazy is good.â
I wondered if heâd feel the same if he ran into my sister before sheâd washed leaves and twigs from her hair.
âIâm glad you know that,â I said, letting go of his perfectly nice hand. âItâs nice to meet you.â
âYou too,â he commented. âSo, what were you actually doing over here?â
âTrying to get your number,â I admitted with genuine embarrassment.
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