Here You Come Again
You don't miss what you have until it's gone. . .
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Find out if fantasy is better than reality in this sharp, entertaining and seductive novel about giving love another try!
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Book Excerpt:
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August 15, 2013
Sometimes the smallest things can have the biggest impact on your life. Sometimes innocent comments open wounds you thought had healed long ago. And sometimes the most random numbers appear and your past suddenly collides with your future.
Fifteen.
I glanced at the clock on my computer– it was fifteen minutes past five on the fifteenth day of August and at that exact moment my assistant, Christina walked in holding an envelope.
“Guess what just arrived!” she said in a sing-song voice. She smiled brightly and waved the generic packet in the air.
“A winning lotto ticket?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “No, you have to play to win and I wouldn’t waste my money on lotto tickets. Besides this is bigger, better than that!”
“Really? Okay, I’m intrigued.” I leaned back in my chair and gave her my full attention. She walked closer to my desk and placed the envelope in front of me but before I picked it up, she squealed.
“It’s an invitation to your fifteen-year high school reunion!” she announced excitedly. “Open it! I can’t believe my favorite group is performing at your class reunion!”
High school reunion? My heart fluttered as I pulled a cream-colored card from the envelope, which she’d already opened. I immediately recognized the Charles Drew High School mascot and colors emblazoned on the front. The reunion was in one month, on September 15th in my hometown of Buffalo.
“Did you know Xavier Ross?” Christina asked.
I glanced up at her and took note of the awestruck expression on her face.
“What? How- you know Xavier Ross?” I asked confused.
“Turn it over, Soul Skylight- he’s the lead singer. Please, tell me you’ve heard of Soul Skylight,”
My hands shook as I turned over the invitation. There was a photo of a group of guys and sitting on a stool in the center, clutching a guitar, was Xavier Ross. My breath caught in my throat and I found it difficult to breathe. I looked at Christina as I gasped for air.
“Oh my god, Angela!” She came behind the desk and patted me forcefully on the back.
I gulped and forced air down my windpipe. “I’m okay! I couldn’t breathe, I’m not choking!” I exclaimed as I moved away from her heavy hand against my back.
“Goodness, you scared me. Do you have asthma or something?” she asked concerned.
“Um, no- I just- I-,” I stammered as my eyes darted down to the invitation.
Christina’s eyes followed mine and her mouth fell open. “You and Xavier Ross?” she whispered. “No way!”
I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or insulted by her reaction.
“It was just a silly high school thing,” I said dismissively.
“Oh really?” She smirked. And I knew she wasn’t convinced.
Christina had worked for me for almost three years. She’d started as an intern during her last year of college and after graduation, she received an offer for a permanent position. Our work relationship was solid and we’d also established a close personal bond, I considered her a good friend.
“Seriously, it was nothing. We went to high school together, dated briefly, went to prom and he took me home early. I haven’t seen him since.” I quickly recapped my relationship with Xavier and slid the card back in the envelope.
“Why do I get the feeling there’s much more to that story?” she folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head.
“Christina please, I can’t do this with you right now. I've got to go, I’m meeting someone for an early dinner,” I reached forward to turn off my computer and she picked up the invitation.
“Do you want me to RSVP for you?” she asked hopefully.
“I don’t really have a reason to attend my high school reunion, it’s my past.” I declared. But there was a small part of me that wanted to see Xavier in person one more time.
“But what about the performance? Maybe we could go just to see the band play,”
“We?” I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“I tried twice last year to get tickets to see them. They did a show at the Apollo and a pop-up performance in Jersey but both shows sold out! This might be my only chance to ever see them perform live.” she pouted.
“Fine, you can use the invitation. Take Greg and have a great time,” I stood and grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair as she moved around to the front of the desk.
She sighed. “Angela, I can’t take Greg, I have to go with an alumnus. And besides, Greg and I are taking a break,” she said quietly.
“What?” I asked surprised. I thought she and Greg would be engaged before year-end, they’d been dating since college. I could tell by her tone that the “break” wasn’t her idea.
I walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” I asked.
“Not really, but I know what would make me feel better.” She sighed dramatically.
“What’s that?”
“Seeing Soul Skylight live,” she smiled.
“Wow, I fell right into that one,” I laughed and shook my head. “Okay, we’ll go! But right after the performance, we’re leaving.”
“Yay!” she exclaimed with the excitement of a little kid.
The thought of seeing Xavier Ross again made me feel like a kid as well. A kid afraid on her first day at a new school, afraid of being judged by the entire student body but she ends up forming an unlikely friendship with the most sought-after boy in school and eventually falls in love with him, only to have him break her heart. Oh wait, that actually happened.
I had been content not knowing the whereabouts of Xavier Ross for the past fifteen years; I’d buried him in the memories of my past life. And now he had been resurrected. I couldn’t believe he’d become a famous singer. Soul Skylight, huh? I was definitely Googling that when I got home.
(CHECK OUT THE TRAILER BELOW!)
August 15, 2013
Sometimes the smallest things can have the biggest impact on your life. Sometimes innocent comments open wounds you thought had healed long ago. And sometimes the most random numbers appear and your past suddenly collides with your future.
Fifteen.
I glanced at the clock on my computer– it was fifteen minutes past five on the fifteenth day of August and at that exact moment my assistant, Christina walked in holding an envelope.
“Guess what just arrived!” she said in a sing-song voice. She smiled brightly and waved the generic packet in the air.
“A winning lotto ticket?” I asked.
She rolled her eyes. “No, you have to play to win and I wouldn’t waste my money on lotto tickets. Besides this is bigger, better than that!”
“Really? Okay, I’m intrigued.” I leaned back in my chair and gave her my full attention. She walked closer to my desk and placed the envelope in front of me but before I picked it up, she squealed.
“It’s an invitation to your fifteen-year high school reunion!” she announced excitedly. “Open it! I can’t believe my favorite group is performing at your class reunion!”
High school reunion? My heart fluttered as I pulled a cream-colored card from the envelope, which she’d already opened. I immediately recognized the Charles Drew High School mascot and colors emblazoned on the front. The reunion was in one month, on September 15th in my hometown of Buffalo.
“Did you know Xavier Ross?” Christina asked.
I glanced up at her and took note of the awestruck expression on her face.
“What? How- you know Xavier Ross?” I asked confused.
“Turn it over, Soul Skylight- he’s the lead singer. Please, tell me you’ve heard of Soul Skylight,”
My hands shook as I turned over the invitation. There was a photo of a group of guys and sitting on a stool in the center, clutching a guitar, was Xavier Ross. My breath caught in my throat and I found it difficult to breathe. I looked at Christina as I gasped for air.
“Oh my god, Angela!” She came behind the desk and patted me forcefully on the back.
I gulped and forced air down my windpipe. “I’m okay! I couldn’t breathe, I’m not choking!” I exclaimed as I moved away from her heavy hand against my back.
“Goodness, you scared me. Do you have asthma or something?” she asked concerned.
“Um, no- I just- I-,” I stammered as my eyes darted down to the invitation.
Christina’s eyes followed mine and her mouth fell open. “You and Xavier Ross?” she whispered. “No way!”
I didn’t know whether to be embarrassed or insulted by her reaction.
“It was just a silly high school thing,” I said dismissively.
“Oh really?” She smirked. And I knew she wasn’t convinced.
Christina had worked for me for almost three years. She’d started as an intern during her last year of college and after graduation, she received an offer for a permanent position. Our work relationship was solid and we’d also established a close personal bond, I considered her a good friend.
“Seriously, it was nothing. We went to high school together, dated briefly, went to prom and he took me home early. I haven’t seen him since.” I quickly recapped my relationship with Xavier and slid the card back in the envelope.
“Why do I get the feeling there’s much more to that story?” she folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head.
“Christina please, I can’t do this with you right now. I've got to go, I’m meeting someone for an early dinner,” I reached forward to turn off my computer and she picked up the invitation.
“Do you want me to RSVP for you?” she asked hopefully.
“I don’t really have a reason to attend my high school reunion, it’s my past.” I declared. But there was a small part of me that wanted to see Xavier in person one more time.
“But what about the performance? Maybe we could go just to see the band play,”
“We?” I looked at her and raised an eyebrow.
“I tried twice last year to get tickets to see them. They did a show at the Apollo and a pop-up performance in Jersey but both shows sold out! This might be my only chance to ever see them perform live.” she pouted.
“Fine, you can use the invitation. Take Greg and have a great time,” I stood and grabbed my jacket from the back of my chair as she moved around to the front of the desk.
She sighed. “Angela, I can’t take Greg, I have to go with an alumnus. And besides, Greg and I are taking a break,” she said quietly.
“What?” I asked surprised. I thought she and Greg would be engaged before year-end, they’d been dating since college. I could tell by her tone that the “break” wasn’t her idea.
I walked over and placed a hand on her shoulder. “You okay?” I asked.
“Not really, but I know what would make me feel better.” She sighed dramatically.
“What’s that?”
“Seeing Soul Skylight live,” she smiled.
“Wow, I fell right into that one,” I laughed and shook my head. “Okay, we’ll go! But right after the performance, we’re leaving.”
“Yay!” she exclaimed with the excitement of a little kid.
The thought of seeing Xavier Ross again made me feel like a kid as well. A kid afraid on her first day at a new school, afraid of being judged by the entire student body but she ends up forming an unlikely friendship with the most sought-after boy in school and eventually falls in love with him, only to have him break her heart. Oh wait, that actually happened.
I had been content not knowing the whereabouts of Xavier Ross for the past fifteen years; I’d buried him in the memories of my past life. And now he had been resurrected. I couldn’t believe he’d become a famous singer. Soul Skylight, huh? I was definitely Googling that when I got home.
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