My 1st Book

Hey Lovelies!

So I did a thing. I published my first book! I’m sure some of you have seen the quote “If your dreams don’t scare you then they aren’t big enough.” We’ll I definitely understand that quote. As I got closer and closer to finishing my book I began to get nervous and scarred. After years of hard work there was no way I could NOT publish my book. I didn’t want to be stuck with the question “What if…”

Although my book was published earlier than I planned I’m so happy I did it. Below is first chapter and because I’m sure you want to know what happens next, just head over to Amazon (click here) and purchase it!

Thank you guys for your support!!

 

 

 

 

Shelly put the key in the lock, turned the key, and opened the door to her one-bedroom apartment. She brought in her suitcases, set them in the foyer and closed the door behind her. She breathed in the stale air of the apartment she lived in five months out of the year, happy to be home. She’d just finished her junior year of college and the first thing she wanted to do was get a drink. It was the perfect way to celebrate making it through finals. Her phone vibrated, and she pulled the phone out of her handbag. Her mom was already blowing up her phone, but Shelly reluctantly ignored her call. They’d already discussed plans of when she would be home, but her mother loved to be concerned. Shelly walked over to her bedroom and went straight to her closest. A drink was needed immediately. She smoothed down the black blouse she’d changed into and touched up her makeup. Even though she was going to be by her lonesome tonight. After a semester of being around college kids who partied and drank way too much for her comfort, some alone time, besides studying, was just what she needed.  Shelly checked her phone and then checked herself out once more in the mirror, picked up her keys and headed out the door, ready for an evening to herself.

***

She didn’t know who he was, but she could feel him getting closer. Shelly had noticed him when she first walked into the bar. She was immediately drawn to his good looks. In a short amount of time he had been taking baby steps to get closer to her. She was almost finished with her martini when she noticed that he somehow managed to end up right beside her.

“What are you drinking?” he asked her.

“How cliché.”

“What, I’m just asking,” he said persistently.

“Why? So you can try to buy the next round?” Shelly questioned.

He chuckled.

“You’re witty,” he said.

“You’re typical.”

He was flirting with her and she was beginning to like it, but at the same time she just wanted to enjoy her drink. Shelly had no intentions of meeting someone, she decided that interacting with him could not be that bad. A tipsy conversation with a stranger was not completely smart, but she wanted to do it for the entertainment. She could have a little fun.

“What’s typical?” he asked, leaning in closer to Shelly.

“You’re hitting on a lonely girl at a bar.”

“Maybe I like what I see.”

“Are you original at all?”

He chuckled again. She glanced down at his hand quickly. No ring.

“What are you doing here tonight?” Shelly asked.

“Long day at work,” he replied.

“Wow that long?” she said sarcastically. “And what? No girl to go home to?”

“Geez, you’re so original.” It was his turn to joke.

This time Shelly chuckled. She’d noticed he was a little closer to her than where he started.

“Why are you here?” he asked.

“Just finished my junior year of college. That calls for a celebration,” she said as she took a sip of her drink.

“Well then maybe we should celebrate together.”

“No we shouldn’t, considering you don’t have anything to celebrate.”

“How do you know I don’t have anything to celebrate?” he asked.

“Because you would be celebrating already.”

“I am. I have this drink in my hand.” He said, lifting up his half empty glass of beer. The contents sloshed around as he placed the glass back on the bar.

She motioned to the bartender for the check. What is this guy up to? Shelly thought to herself.

“Leaving already?” he asked.

“Yes I am.” Shelly replied.

“Why so soon? You just got here.”

“I know. I came for a drink.”

“Well let me get you another one. What were you drinking?”

The bartender walked over with the check, and Shelly handed the bartender her card and when she placed her hand back on the bar, he lightly touched her hand. She looked at him in shock, and she also wanted to laugh in his face. He was clearly trying too hard but at the same time Shelly couldn’t help but wonder what was he thinking? She had no idea who he was and yet he was touching her hand like they knew each other. They locked eyes and held each other’s gaze. The tension between them was palpable. Whatever it was, she felt it. She wondered if he felt it too. The feeling of wanting to release the laughter she was holding back turned into the feeling of wanting to know who he was.

“Let me buy you a drink.” He grinned, like that was going to be enough to change her mind.

“I would love a free drink from a complete stranger,” she said sarcastically. “but really I have to go now.”

“Ma’am,” the bartender handed her card back, and the receipt for her to sign.

“Thank you,” she said. She scribbled her signature on the receipt and then stood up to leave. “Nice meeting you, stranger.”

“Actually my name is Robert.” He held out his hand, and smiled, showing off his straight, white teeth.

Suddenly she wished she would have taken his offer for the free drink. She hesitated for a minute, the gesture was something she did not experience often. A guy holding out his hand for her to shake as he introduced himself. A killer smile that she just could not resist. But most importantly it was the attraction between them that she just could not ignore. What’s the worst that could happen? She clasped his hand, shaking it firmly.

“Shelly.” She grasped his hand firmly and looked him in the eyes as they shook hands. And then when they released hands she quickly left leaving Robert at the bar.

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