Editor: Pedantic Punctuator
Cover designer: Najla Quamber Designs
240 Pages
Genre: Contemporary Romance
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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.
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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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