Name of Editor – Pedantic Punctuator
Name of cover designer – Najla Quamber Designs
Page # – 240 pages
Official genre of book – Contemporary Romance
Abbie Bennet is a twenty year old bookworm
who considers herself well-balanced and sensible. Her heart and intuition agree
on most things and she has no intention of upsetting this for anyone. When she
ventures out of her comfort zone to join her friends at a local bar, her
balance is knocked way off course by a stranger who is everything her mother,
and intuition, have warned her about.
Phillip takes Sarah’s hand and leads her through the crowd
toward the bar.
‘So, I guess the lead singer is the band manager too? Abbie,
go and ask him for his card,’ Ethan gestures at him, the man who made my knees
turn to jelly.
‘Um, no, not me... you go,’ I shout quite loudly. I have a
lump in my throat. I can’t talk to him.
‘You’re closer, just go and get a business card,’ Ethan says,
as he turns his back to me and continues canoodling with Hannah. I sigh and
turn to the bar. Here goes.
‘Um, excuse me!’ I say, as loudly as possible over the
thumping of the music. He doesn’t seem to hear me. I touch him on the shoulder
lightly. His skin is hot through the dampness of his t-shirt. I pull my hand
back quickly when he turns.
He smirks and shows his perfect white teeth. ‘It’s okay, I
don’t bite,’ he shouts out over the music.
I step back a little and he moves toward me.
He bends toward my ear. ‘Do you wanna dance?’ he says
loudly.
Instinctively, I move back again, bumping up against another
girl. ‘Oh, um, no thanks. Your friend said you may have a business
card?’
He lifts an eyebrow and continues standing way too close. He
looks a little confused. I assume he doesn’t get turned down very
often.
He leans towards me again and says, ‘You might like it.’ I
feel my cheeks burn and when I glance at him as I move away, I notice him
looking at my neck.
Stepping back, I clear my throat to make sure my voice works
and shout over the music, ‘I don’t think so.’
He moves closer again and I feel my heart jolt. ‘You looked
like you were enjoying yourself before.’ He’s grinning and looking me over. ‘I
promise to be gentle.’
‘I,
well, no thanks, I’ve had enough for one night.’ Did I just say that? I sound
like my mother.
‘Okay,’ he shrugs, ‘your call.’ He glances around and leans
against the bar, his shirt stretching across his chest. ‘What can I do for
you?’
I must look a little confused or dazed, or something. I’m
trying to place his very slight accent. Irish? But, he looks Greek. I gulp and
try to sound calm. ‘My friends and I would like to book your band for a party.’
A smile plays on his lips and I can see he’s watching my mouth as I
speak.
‘Sure, but I don’t have any business cards available.’ He
turns away from me to ask the attractive girl behind the bar something and she
quickly hands him a pen. I notice the gleam in her eye and feel an unexpected
pang of jealously. Then he writes on a napkin and hands it to me. ‘Here’s my
number.’
‘Er thanks...’ This is my comeback? Absolutely no grace and
now he probably thinks he’s made my heart flutter.
I push my way through the crowd and back to the safety of my
friends. Shoving the napkin into Ethan’s shirt pocket, I try to look
unflustered, because there’s no way I’m calling this guy.
Michelle
Dennis lives in Perth, Western Australia; she has always loved reading and in
the past few years this love has expanded into creating her own written words
and worlds.
Michelle has a love of medieval and fantasy creatures, and
her first book, Wolfbaene, revolved around this theme and brought the world of
knights, castles and dragons to children around the world.
Michelle is a devoted wife and mother, and fits her writing
schedule in around her busy lifestyle. She is currently working on a sequel to
Wolfbaene, and when she's not in the world of dragons and other mythical
beings, she can be found listening attentively to the other characters in her
head, who are shouting for her attention because they want their own stories to
be told.
Michelle shares her home with a very mature Dachshund named
Phoebe Rose, a whole pile of cats who are under the impression they are the
owners of Michelle's home, and one small rabbit who is under the impression
he's a cat.
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