Here is the first teaser from Love Square! It’s from Sam’s POV. Hope you enjoy and feel free to Share it!
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The
line of people was endless. I couldn’t wrap my head around the fact
that so many people were interested in meeting me and enjoyed reading
the stories I had created. This was what I loved so much about being an
author – knowing I was affecting people, even if it was just for the
time they were immersed in the world I created. My goal was to make
people believe they were a part of the story and could feel what my
characters feel. I had read enough books myself to know what a great
story could do to a person.
The girl standing in front of me was
acting slightly crazy. She had bright pink hair, frizzed out in a
ponytail and couldn’t contain her excitement. She jumped up and down
squealing for what felt like five minutes before finally talking – no
scratch that – screaming at me.
“OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! OH MY GOD! I CAN’T BELIEVE I’M REALLY GETTING TO MEET YOU!!!”
The
level of her voice had me mentally cringing but her enthusiasm was
infectious. She had a friend with her who looked slightly more
conservative but no less excited. They started dancing around and I just
had to jump up and join them for a second. I knew people would think I
was losing it but really, how often do you get the chance to make
someone’s day? I rounded the table, grabbing her arms and undulated my
hips in time with hers for a minute. I couldn’t stop laughing. Boy did I
need this release after dealing with Aiden last night.
As I sat
back down in the chair, my eyes caught on the next person in line and I
thought my heart was going to explode out of my chest. It was Jacob
Matthews. There was no doubt about it. Time had certainly been his
friend and he looked even more beautiful than he did fifteen years
before. My first real love and my first real heart break.
His
dark hair was a little long, giving him a bed head look that totally
worked on him. He was more fit than he had been as a teenager, muscles
showcased under his tight t-shirt. His green eyes sparkled just as I
remembered. He was six foot three inches of yumminess and still had
gorgeous man hands.
I could do this right? Sure. Yes. Totally. I
wasn’t going to freak out in front of all these people and lose it just
because Jacob FREAKING Matthews was waiting to see me. Nope. Not me!
As
he walked up to the table, all eyes were on him. He had such grace in
the way he moved. He was a man who was comfortable in his own skin and
owned whatever room he was in. His smile widened and I suddenly felt
like a shy sixteen year old seeing him for the first time. There was a
definite thrill running through my body at the thought of seeing him
again. I couldn’t help but give him a small smile of my own.
“I
can’t believe it’s really sweet Sam Monroe. When my sister Monica told
me about your book and that you’d be here today, I have to admit I was
skeptical that it was really you.” His cheeks flushed a little and it
appeared as though he was nervous.
“Well it’s actually Sam Parker now. How have you been? It’s had to be at least fifteen years right?”
“Oh
wow! Parker huh. Guess you’re married now. Of course you’re married
now. You’re even more beautiful than you were back then. Listen, I don’t
want to hold up the line too much, but are you going to be around for a
while? I’d love to grab a drink and catch up.”
He handed me the
book he was holding and told me to make it out to Monica. I had never
actually met his sister but I knew they were close. She was away in
college when we dated but he spoke of her constantly.
Here was
the moment of truth. Do I go for drinks with him and satisfy my
curiosity about what he’s been up to or do I politely decline? Ugh I
hate decisions sometimes. Well I guess no harm could come of meeting
with him. It was just a drink in a public place. He didn’t have the
power to hurt me anymore. I looked up and into those green eyes and the
decision was made – I was going to go and to hell with the consequences.
“I’ll
be finished around 7:00 if you want to get together then. I’m staying
in the hotel across the street tonight and they have a great pub there.”
“Sounds great! I’ll see you then!”
As
he walked away I couldn’t help but stare at his nice, tight ass. Boy
does he fill out those jeans nicely! Some things hadn’t changed, that
was for sure.
The rest of the book signing flew by. I tried to be
attentive to my fans but it was so hard when I kept getting sucked into
the vortex of my mind. Different scenarios played out in my head of how
our conversation would go. As I was grabbing my coat and purse out of
the back room of the store, my phone signaled I had a text message. It
was Aiden asking me how it went. I was surprised he actually cared
enough to ask. These days I didn’t think he heard what I was saying but
rather thought of me as an adult in Charlie Brown – with the only sounds
coming out of my mouth being “mwa mwa mwa mwa”.
I quickly text
Aiden back that the book signing was spectacular. Dropping my cell
phone in my purse, I rush back to my hotel room to change. What does one
wear to meet up with an ex boyfriend? Hmmm… that was a good question. I
didn’t bring too much extra clothing due to my short stay here in
Delaware. Typically I would have just driven back for the night, but the
publishers were footing the bill and I desperately needed space from my
husband.
Grabbing a pair of skinny jeans, a light pink cami and a
white crocheted off the shoulder sweater, I head to the bathroom. I pin
my hair up so it won’t get wet and jump under the hot spray of the
shower. My mind keeps going back to the impending meeting and why the
hell I’m even doing it in the first place. I have an angel on one
shoulder and a devil on the other. The angel keeps warning me nothing
good could come out of spending time with Jacob while the devil keeps
telling me it will be fun to catch up with an old friend and to just go
with the flow. I’m sure I’m just over thinking the whole thing. It’s
just drinks with an old friend.
Rockin’ outfit? Check. Subtle make up? Check. Hair down and styled to perfection? Check.
As I head to the elevator, the angel chides me one last time with a “famous last words.”
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