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Tilly Muir
Category:
Romance
Publisher: Tilly Muir
Type: Fiction
Pages: 84
Copyright: Jan 10,2014
Price: $0.99 (eBook)
Fun romance novella that follows Ben and Natalie as they are thrown together in unusual circumstances.
Natalie Matthews is not happy with her life – her on off relationship with Jake is definitely off, and her job does not excite her – but knows if she works hard and earns enough money she can change it round and follow her dreams.
Ben Hawkins desperately wants to make use of his Law degree, but working two jobs and having to look after his younger brother Don is not giving him enough time to pass his Bar exam. If only Don didn’t take up so much of his time – but he was responsible for Don’s problems and he will not let him down.
Follow Natalie and Ben who both live in the picturesque coastal town of Woodbeach. They meet when Ben’s brother Don breaks into Natalie’s house. It is definitely not love at first sight…
Excerpt
Natalie Matthews rubbed at her eyes with the back of her hand and blinked her eyes twice. She had thought that somehow if she did this the person sleeping on her couch would evaporate into the ether or return to the land of dreams, which is surely where he had come from. She stood there in the doorway for a little bit longer, unsure of whether or not to approach the sleeping form.
Nat walked over to the back door and checked it to make sure that it was still locked. Although she’d been out with Jake earlier in the night, she had come home at a reasonable time and she had definitely not been drinking. After all, if she’d been drinking she might have had another lapse in judgment and spent the night with Jake instead of telling him that the time they’d been spending together was a useless waste. She sighed at the memory of the fight between them that had officially sealed the “off” status of their relationship.
Running her hands through her short, bobbed hair so that she could sweep it back out of her face and tuck it behind her ears, she tried opening and closing her eyes one last time in hopes that she could wish the whole mess that was her life away. But when she opened them, she saw that she was still standing at the backdoor and there was still a stranger sleeping in her sunroom. It was when she turned to walk back to where he was that she saw the fake rock where she kept her key hidden in was now open and sitting on the floor next to the door.
Going back over to the couch, she took a closer look at the intruder.
It was a younger man, probably in his mid-twenties with dark brown hair. He was clothed in torn and frayed jeans as well as a threadbare black t-shirt. She studied him as she circled the couch a couple of times. Finally, she decided to shout at him to try and wake him from his slumber.
“Hey!” she yelled. When she couldn’t get a response, she increased her volume to the level her mother used to refer to as her “volcanic voice” and leaned over until she was even with his ear, but still about two to three feet away. “Hey!!”
Nothing. He didn’t even flinch. Now, she began to get a little worried. She knew from experience that she had a voice that could rouse people three houses down from a deep slumber. If this guy didn’t even move, that could mean bad things.
Leaving the stranger for a few minutes, she went into the kitchen. The brightly-painted yellow and white walls mocked her current mood. When she’d painted the room six months ago, she had done so with the idea that having something so cheery around her would help to elevate her mood and make her more receptive to positive outcomes.
At least, that’s what she’d read in some new-age article about decorating. Now, however, every time she walked into the room she was assaulted with its happiness as if it were reminding her of the life she couldn’t have.
Stalking across the room, she grabbed a large stainless steel pot from the hanger and the metal knife sharpener. Going back into the other room she turned the pot upside down and used the thick metal rod as a drumstick, beating on the pot while continuing to yell at the individual to try and get a reaction.
Nothing.
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