Words, words, and more words. When I’m not writing them, I’m reading them. Pages of them. Where is this coming from?

School has started again and I’m in my second week. Second week? I could have sworn we just got out? *groans.* Of course this means I’m already exhausted. Thankfully, I live off coffee. For my readers that means I’ll still be putting out your beloved stories. Even if it means typing while resting both eyes. LOL.

I know. I know. You don’t want to hear about me. Its Wednesday. So, you want to read what I’m working on. Well here goes. I’ve started (and technically finished) a novel called Satisfaction Gaurenteed. I’m re-editing it and changing some scenes. Here’s a 900 word snippet from the first chapter. Let me know what you think.

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Sela Newton spotted him the moment she walked into the brightly lit gymnasium. Her awareness of him was both shocking and exhilarating. With every step Sela took, she felt her heart rate pick up, her attention to detail sharpen, and her nerves tighten.

She should not have been able to tell who anyone was. It was their ten year high school reunion after all. And she had purposely stayed away from her classmates for the whole decade.

She didn’t recognize a single face.

Every last person in the room was a total stranger. All of them except for him.

Rome Vicenza.

The first boy she had ever kissed.

The only man she had ever envisioned herself in love with.

The one man who had broken her heart.

Ten years ago Rome had walked away from Sela when she needed him the most. She had never really forgiven him for the betrayal. But as her mother said, “That which doesn’t kill you only makes you stronger.” Sela was a much stronger woman thanks to him. Rome had taught her a hard lesson. She had learned to never give a man the power to break her heart.

It had been so long since Sela thought about the night she stood on Cherrywood Hill waiting for him she had almost forgotten about the incident. But as she walked through the gym, avoiding Rome’s searing gaze, the memories came rushing back to her. She’d waited until it rained, until the cold was so bitterly she couldn’t handle it.

When she realized Rome wasn’t going to come to her as they had agreed, she had promised herself she would never depend on another man.

Sela had yet to break her promise. And she wasn’t about to. Not for him.

Unfortunately, she hadn’t counted on him looking as delicious as he did.

He was tall, approximately six feet three inches, with long, strong muscles. His broad shoulders and inky black hair differentiated him from every man standing in the room. He turned and glanced in her direction. Bright green eyes rimmed with the longest, darkest lashes stared at her. He smiled briefly, full, lightly tinted lips curving around straight white teeth.

He was even more handsome than she remembered.

Sela strode deeper into the room determined to ignore him as she cursed her mother and younger sister for forcing her to go to her reunion. She had arrived in town less than three days ago for a week long visit with her mother. It was part of their family tradition. Every year, during the first week in June, she and her sister came back to their hometown to celebrate their mother’s birthday. Sela and her sister, Selma always spent the week doing any and everything their mother wanted. Anything.

The tradition had started when Sela was nine and Selma was six. Back then the rules had been different as Sela couldn’t get out of school. Instead their father had made sure that their mother didn’t do a single thing for the week and received whatever she wanted.

Lately, the week had become more important because the Newton girls lived on different corners of the world. Her sister spent most of her time in the South Pacific studying native plants and she was a currency trader in Britain. The week long celebration had become even more significant to the Newton girls since the death of Sela’s father eight years earlier.

Unfortunately her mother had used her birthday wish to force Sela to go to her ten year high school reunion.

Sela had purposely ignored the notices and emails announcing the occasion, hitting delete any time something popped up that even appeared to be coming from her alma mater. She had not considered that her mother had been receiving letters about the event until dinner last night. Her mom had made it painfully clear what she wanted for her fifty third birthday.

Damn. Damn. Damn, she mentally growled as her heels clicked against the linoleum floor. Her skin itched and she feared her carefully crafted face was running down her chest. To top things off, Sela had a sticky nametag plastered against her right breast announcing who she was to the world. It totally underscored the bright red designer dress she’d spent almost a grand on that very morning.

It had been a highly calculated, spur of the moment purchase. Sela figured if she was going to go to the damned reunion, she might as well look her best. So she was decked out to the nines in a new dress, shoes, hell even a brand new haircut.

She was nervous enough as it was about running into the five hundred students who had been her world ten years ago. She needed to look her best to be her best.

Sela had not been entirely sure Rome was going to come to their reunion. The boy she remembered blew off anything having to do with school. And then there was the fact that, unlike their classmates, Rome had achieved the impossible. He had found fame in New York City. From all the magazines and press releases she had seen Rome Vicenza was living the high life in the Big Apple. Rome was the it boy in the art world. His paintings were selling well and garnering world wide critical approval.

But he had come to their reunion in little Breckwood, New York.

END of EXCERPT

Hmmm, so what do you think? Are you curious? In any way interested?

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