Sunday, September 9, 2018

Cover Reveal ~ Bet on Me by Mia Hoddell

Good Morning!
I get the honor of helping Mia Hoddell reveal this beautiful cover! I love the colors and the overall cover. Don't you like how the title pops? Check out this reveal! It is a re-release of her one novel, but she has updated the cover and some added material ;)


* COVER REVEAL + RE-RELEASE *


BET ON ME
by Mia Hoddell

Genre: Romantic Suspense
Standalone
Re-Release Date: September 8th 2018
Pages: 314

Blurb

Alaya

There are three things I want from my life: adventure, freedom, and excitement.
I’m on my way to achieving them as well, having packed up my life to travel.
But then I see him … the man with the haunted eyes.
Cole Ashford intrigues me from the moment I meet him. He isn’t supposed to be a part of my plan, yet for some insane reason, I want to be the reason his life has meaning again.
So I make him a bet he can’t refuse.
The only problem is one bet is never enough, and the stakes are increasing with every wager. My heart was never supposed to be on offer, yet I’m starting to wonder if I’ve put it in danger.

Cole

I’m drawn to Alaya Matthews’ love of life.
I know allowing her to be my light is selfish, but I can’t resist the first person to make me feel more than hollowness in seven years.
With one bet she has me hooked. It doesn’t matter continuing our game makes her vulnerable to a dark world … I want her.
However, my tainted past is catching up with me and my secrets can’t stay hidden forever. It’s forcing me to choose between leaving the best thing to happen to me or clinging to it and risking both our lives.
I know what I should do, but I can’t let go.

*Now includes a bonus, extended epilogue, which was previously only available to newsletter subscribers.*


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What reviewers are saying:
"One of the best stories I've read this year ... There are plenty of laughs along the way, but if you're an emotional so-and-so like me, there'll be plenty of tears too." - Keren Hughes, Author of More

"If you're looking for an easy romantic suspense with laughter and tears then this book is for you!" - Nerdy Dirty & Flirty​

"It will be your favorite summer read!" - A.L. Van Meter

"Fast paced, highly addictive, action packed and well written." - Cristina Urs

"A story full of suspense, mystery, and romance that had me turning the pages wanting more. I found the characters to be very likable and their chemistry was through the roof." - Alpha Book Club​

"A great book on living in the moment and seizing the opportunities that come to us." - Sassy Southern Book Blog​

"I have to say that it met all my expectations ... A romantic suspense full of intrigue right from the start that had me on the edge of my seat," - Anne @ Bookaholics Reading Haven



Excerpt

He shook his head in despair. “I’m beginning to think I made a mistake trying to save you. You’re not going to make my life easy, are you?”

I clutched my hands to my chest, giving him my best dreamy-eyed swoon. “Aww, you were trying to save me. You’re so sweet! And for the record, no, I’m not going to make your life easy. But hey,” I shrugged, “it was your choice. You could always save me by boxing him against the window and leaving me in peace.”

“Oh really? Maybe I’ll just go to the toilet instead and leave you to fend for yourself.” He kicked one leg out into the aisle, moving to stand. When his body shifted, it gave me another glimpse of the greasy-haired man who watched us from the corner of his eye and reached for his bag, as if ready to pounce as soon as Hazel … uh, Cole moved.

Throwing away all self-respect, I reached out and grabbed his wrist. “No!”

He sniggered and collapsed back against the seat with a smirk. “So you do need saving.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re cruel.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t know me, remember? Don’t sound so surprised.”

My jaw dropped at his words and my gaze shifted nervously around the carriage. Maybe I was better off taking my chances with the other guy. I swallowed hard.

“I’m not your sweetheart.”

“Would you prefer it if I called you Ice Queen or Gingernut instead? Because I didn’t think those would go over as well.”
  

About the Author

International bestselling author Mia Hoddell lives in the UK with her family and two cats. She spends most of her time writing or reading, loves anything romantic, and has an overactive imagination that keeps her up until the early hours of the morning.

Mia has written over ten titles including her Seasons of Change series, the Chequered Flag series, the Elemental Killers series, and her standalone novels False Finder, Not Enough, and Bet On Me.

Her favourite genres are contemporary romance or romantic suspense, and with an ever growing list of ideas she is trying to keep up with the speed at which her imagination generates them. She also designs book covers on her website M Designs 
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Sunday, August 26, 2018

Men of Ottilie ~ Lucas Edwards

Good Morning,
I started back up at work this past week. I'll have to go back to figuring out a way to work and write, yay for back to finding a balance. Got to love adulting. Jenn is moving through Call for Help which I can't wait to share with you all this year! I usually edit a story a couple of times, then have someone else go through it, I go through the story again, then I send it off to an editor. Right now Define a Hero (Beneath the Scars 3) is in the stage of being in someone else's hands. I mailed it to my mom and she is going through it. Apparently she edits while she is going to the city on the train. Whatever works right?
Here is Lucas Edwards. If you read Beneath the Scars, the last name Edwards should look familiar! ;) Tom Holland seems like a nice, funny guy so I was tempted to put him in as Lucas, we'll see what you all think!


Lucas Edwards
Dark Blond (might be switched to brunette)
Hazel eyes
Ex Marines
Wears a prosthetic leg
Watches his niece and nephew after school
Hates Star Wars


The TV was on as I munched on some cereal that I kept in my room. The sheets were still covering my lower half of my body. I was waiting to hear the results of the DNA test. I didn’t understand people. The woman said she loved her boyfriend, but slipped up and swore it was his best friend’s baby. She promised that she had never been with another man except those two guys. The guy on the screen pulled out the envelope. I grabbed another handful of cereal and crunched down. The boyfriend came back as not the father. The boyfriend bent over, covering his face. If I was him I’d take my chance and run off the stage, change my phone number, and make sure never to see the girl again. His best friend leaned forward in his chair. I bet was that he wasn’t the father either. The guy opened up the envelope. He wasn’t the father either. I could make money betting on this show. The second guy jumped up out of his chair, knocking it over, screaming ‘I told you so’ over and over. The woman was sobbing.
There was a knock on my door. The door creaked open. There stood my brother, Cameron. I raised my eyebrow. He opened the door completely and came in. He sat on the edge of my bed. My eyes stayed on him, waiting for the shoe to drop.
“This is seriously what you are watching?”
Quickly I swallowed. “It’s completely mindless, and I can feel my brain dying a little with each second, but at the same time I find myself unable to change the channel either.”
“So I got that job.”
“That’s great.”
I didn’t look at him.
“So I’m going to need some help.”
I raised my eyebrow and looked at him.
“What kind of help?”
“Just for you to get the kids from school and make sure they don’t die until I get home from work at five thirty.”
“Will I have to pick them up from school?”
Cameron shook his head. “Nah, the bus drops them off at the corner and they can walk here together. Just make sure no sweets after school and that they do their homework. You don’t have to leave the house.”
I shrugged. “Well in that case, I will.”
“At some point you will have to see people in public.”
I stared at him blankly. “I’m a grown man, if I don’t want to do something, I don’t have to.”
He shook his head. “Whatever, but you got the kids?”
I nodded. “Yeah, I got them.”
“You will have to leave this room though.”
I turned my head to the other side of the bed where my prosthetic was resting.
“Whatever.”
“You better get a grip soon because you’re starting to affect Hunter.”
I made a noise and narrowed in at Cameron. “I think you’re giving the kids more credit.”
“I think you don’t realize how old they are now.”
I glanced back to the TV. The girlfriend was covering her face as she was crying and ran off stage.
“I think you need to socialize with actual people instead of this real life soap opera crap.”
“Please, those writers wished they could write a script like this.”
Cameron stood in front of the TV. His arms were folded over his chest and his were practically slits.
“I don’t want to come home to the kids downstairs by themselves, or with this in the background as you are so called watching them. It was nearly impossible for me to get full custody against Laura.”
I sighed and rolled my eyes. “Fine.”
“You must be downstairs, at the kitchen table helping Amelia and Hunter with their homework when I walk through the door.”
“Yes, mom,” my voice was deeper.
“When you have kids you’ll understand.”
“I’m not a full man, who the hell is going to have a kid with me?” I barked.
“You’re right, you’re not a man. You’re a child. It’s one in the afternoon now get your lazy butt up. I’m not mom and I won’t coddle you anymore. You’ve been on that bed for nearly a year. We all took turns driving you to therapy sessions. The gloves are coming off now. Your niece and nephew will be home soon since it was a half day. Now I want you showered, in clean clothes, and acting like a human within ten minutes.”
Cameron stormed out of the room and slammed the door behind him so hard that it shook in the frame. The people on TV started to yell at each other, their voices only mixed with my groan. I threw the sheets over to the side. On the night stand was my prosthetic sock and socket. My face twisted as I swung my leg over. My one foot rested on the floor while my stub on edge of my bed. I rolled the sock over the nub that was once my leg. I docked in the socket over it. Leaning over slightly I took hold of the prosthetic leg. Hooking it up to the socket until I heard the click. Pushing myself up I felt the weight transfer, my shorts fell over the fake leg, resting over the ball of a joint.
Picking up my leg I started to walk down the hall. I could feel each roll of the foot and knee of my new limb. Once I was out of my room I turned to go down the stairs. My one hand gripped the smooth wooden railing with each step. My pace was measured, just as I got to the first floor it opened. Amelia came bursting through the door. Her arms were wide open with a grin spreading across her face.
“Uncle Lucas!” she giggled and wrapped her arms around my waist.
I placed a hand on her shoulder. Hunter was moseying up the porch stairs with his eyes on the ground.”
“School was awesome!”
“You like your teacher?” Cameron came up from behind me.
Amelia let go and went around me. I heard her sandals clapping against the tile floor. Hunter closed the door behind him. He went past me.
“Hunter, I’ll get a snack ready please take out the paperwork so I can start signing.”
I heard the thud of his book bag on a kitchen chair. I followed everyone else into the other room. Amelia was following Cameron around the kitchen as he was gathering things for a snack. Her short legs were doubling the amount of steps, but that didn’t seem to slow her down.
“Mrs. Jackson she is sooo nice. She has short hair and she likes to sing songs. Oh! Her favorite color is green. She has two kids. Oh! She has toys in the room too. She told us a story today about pie.”
Her voice was going by fast. I was pretty sure that I knew more about this Mrs. Jackson than anyone else in the past year. Hobbling by I sat in a chair at the table. Hunter plopped a folder onto the table then sat in a chair next to me. Cameron placed a table with apple slices in the middle of the table.
“Thank Mr. Mom,” I smirked.
Cameron shook his head. He grabbed a pen off the table and started to go through Hunter’s papers.
“Am I to provide fuel in such a manner?” I asked.
Cameron was reading papers and then his pen scribbled across the paper.
“I prefer chips if you’re taking requests,” Hunter muttered.
He and I smiled at each other.
“We don’t have chips.” Cameron spoke flatly.
“We can go to the store.” Hunter responded as he looked at his dad.
“Your options are fruits or vegetables. If it’s from the ground you’re in the clear.”
Hunter rolled his eyes and slid down his chair.
“Amelia loves her teacher, how was yours?”
“Miss Bennett?” Hunter raised an eyebrow, Cameron glanced up from his paperwork and returned the facial gesture.
As I looked at both of them. Hunter had his mother’s tanner skin and eye color. However, the shape of his eyes, nose, and hair color were all my brother.
“That is your teacher correct?”
“Yeah. She’s new, she’s alright I guess.”
Hunter shrugged his shoulders. Amelia was on the other side of me. She shifted herself so that she was sitting on her knees, she leaned half of her body over so that she could fingertip an apple slice. I nudge the slice closer to her. She picked it up and started to munch on it. She smiled at me and the corners of my lips curled. Amelia scooted back a little. She swung her legs around and she dropped in her chair.
“I love my teacher.”
Hunter’s features fell. “You’re in kindergarten, you don’t know the truth just yet.”
“What truth?” Amelia’s head titled causing her already slanted hair tie to droop more.
“That school is just a building that eats your soul.”
“Is that true?” Amelia’s eyes rushed to me.
Cameron’s head snapped up and his eyebrows were fused together.
“Hunter, where did you hear wording like that?”
Cameron’s eyes then shot at me. My eyes widen.
“Don’t look at me this time.”
“This time,” Cameron muttered.
Cameron put his pen down and turned towards Hunter.
“You need to keep comments like that to yourself. School is fine. I promise it is just another year, and despite what you think I swear you will live through it.”
“I wish I moved with mom,” Hunter growled.
He stood up, shoved his chair into the table and ran up the stairs.
Cameron rubbed his face with both hands.
“Look, I got the kids after school. Don’t worry.”
Cameron’s green eyes caught mine. There were deep circles under them.

“I’ll try.”

Friday, August 17, 2018

A long line

Good morning!
It is technically still before noon so I can still say that! It is Friday! Yes! However, also sad because it is also the last Friday off because I start back to full time on Wednesday. Back to balancing teaching and writing. Did I write everything that i had planned to this summer? No, but i got a lot of editing done which in the long run I knew was coming.

Which brings me to today's post. No it isn't a title of another End of the Line book ;) . It's what I have right now, a long line. So Call for Help (Beneath the Scars 2) is currently with my editor Jenn. She is a good way through. I hope everyone enjoys it as much as I did writing it. You'll get to meet a couple of the characters on Facebook this week as I do a character takeover this week.

Sadly End of the Line 2 Amy is not able to finish editing and that is fine. Jenn will be working on that within a couple of months. I keep going back and forth with the name I have two ideas for it Walking a Thin Line or Off the Beaten Path. I would love to see it as a trilogy, but i dont want to force anything either.

Talking about series, I went over the last Mistakes story and will be submitting it to an editor next so the werewolf story will be out in time for Halloween! Then Mistakes is done, which is weird to say, the five novella series done. I enjoyed writing paranormal, I don't touch it much as i probably should.

Okay that's three stories that are either at an editor or will be soon. My mom went through my pirate story that I wrote back in high school. I took it and refurbished it. I'm going to tweak the title, but here is another story that is in line for an editor. These characters might be more patient than the next character.

Who would have thought you'd hear the name Abby again? Invisible Bonds is my next for me to go through her edits then send to an editor. It is a little shorter and might end up being a novella instead.

Lastly, I just sent Define a Hero (Beneath the Scars 3) to my mom. We will see what she thinks when she edits it. She liked the second one. We'll see what she thinks of the third and last installment of the trilogy. The ending got me ;)

Haha like I said a whole lot of editing this summer! I started a new project which is a little different, but I'm excited to write again! Despite school starting up I hope to get some writing in as well.

Wow long post I'm sorry. Happy Friday!!

Wednesday, July 18, 2018

Reviews and a deal

Good morning!
I'm about to open word and work on a story. I'm not sure which one I'm going to work on. We will see what I'm in the mood for, editing or writing. However, I talked to the editor that has Beneath the Scars 2 and she has started. Yay! I hope you all are as excited as me because I can't wait to share more about Jack and Faye.

I'm going to share this deal now since the editing process has started. I'll give you all a chance to have time to read the first one. I will be sharing a form when I get the manuscript back. On this form I'm going to ask a couple of questions such as name. Email, and a link. This link will be the review for Beneath the Scars. For every person who does a review of the first will receive a free ebook copy of the second one!

When I say review it can be many ways. I mean you could post on Amazon, barnes and nobles, a blog, whatever way you choose!

If you go on smashwords right now you will even get Beneath the Scars on discount! Right now they are having their summer sale so Beneath the Scars is 50%. If you take advantage of this deal, post a review that means you get two stories of mine for $1.50. Can you argue with that? Nah, it's a beautiful summer day don't waste it arguing when you can be outside reading!
Have a good day!

Monday, July 16, 2018

Endings

Hello!
I'm currently curled up on the couch with my fuzzy blue blanket and my laptop on my lap. I have "Little Shop of Horrors" playing as I stare at word document that is labeled for End of the Line 3. I've had an idea for it for a while now. Back when I was writing the second one I was thinking dividing that story in two then working in this idea, but that didn't happen.

As I was working on the last installment of Beneath the scars 3 I did get a little emotional. I'd been working on that trilogy for a few years. I take longer than most it seems. I actually felt like I was bye to these characters. I dont know if that makes me sound crazy or not.

The more I thought about it I didn't feel that way about writing the last End of the Line. Do I miss working with Aaron and Lauren? Big time. How could I not? Have you not read Aaron? So I'm not making any promises, but as I'm editing a couple of works I miss the actual writing part. I'm editing like three different stories right now. I like editing, but I want to do a little creating as well.

Truth be told, I love my Beneath the Scars series. I really bonded with these the characters and drove straight into the pages. However, with two of the three in editing mode, and editing Family Ties 2 it was a lot of PTSD for me. It makes me feel a little off so I was happy to take a break and write my Christmas Lites short story. Getting a little out of the funk, but enjoying the writing. Actually I sent the second Beneath the Scars to an editor! Yay! Hopefully Jenn enjoys it.
Have a good night!

Thursday, June 28, 2018

Men of Ottilie ~ Jack Corrente

Hello!
I really enjoyed this story. The first was so much fun to write it made writing a second in this series a little hard to write. It was a lot of pressure that I put on myself! I actually started a version, Jack was a cop and the leading female had a different name. She was visiting the town her family had a beach house in. It started to get depressing and honestly I wasn't into writing it. I figured if I was having trouble writing it, people wouldn't want to read it. I took some time off and a new idea came to me. I started to write then not long afterwards I got the story rolling. I enjoyed the characters, some of the lines I was eager to get to. Then again some lines I didn't notice until I was editing.

I love Jack. He was interesting to write. I went back reading the flashbacks and had to tweak a few things in Call for Help. I originally wanted to have most of the story told through phone calls/text messages and flashbacks. I love writing flashbacks. I have I think in this story it helps paint a full picture of Jack and Faye. I wasn't as set on an actor for Jack, so I'm open for suggestions and interested in who you picture for Jack! I like the actor Sam Claflin so I put him, because who doesn't? Look at that smile, so sincere.



Jack Corrente


Blondish
Blue Green Eyes
Was in the Marines
Mechanic
Helps everyone
Puts others first
Great Pool Player


There was a slight breeze, but it was the first night that I could go outside without a coat. The sky was ink black and decorated with pure white stars clear as a bell. I was sitting in the backyard with my feet up on another chair. My head was tilted up, my phone that was on my lap went off. I’d been waiting for hours to hear from Faye. We had discussed going out tonight, but I hadn’t heard from her. I knew better than to blow up her phone. All I did was text her before dinner about asking what she felt like doing.
Don’t feel like leaving.
y?
I had to ask, because the day before she went on about how she needed to get out and do something. That she was bored out of her mind. She needed to do something after the week she had at school.
Just don’t feel like seeing the outside world today.
What are you doing then?
Sitting in bed watching TV.
I raised an eyebrow.
You’re seriously just going to lay in bed tonight?
y not? Long week and mom is out.
I stood up and marched up the deck stairs.
Don’t be lame.
I opened the back door and through the kitchen when my phone went off again.
I just feel eh and don’t feel like doing much.
I grabbed my keys off the hook in the kitchen. Mom got tired of finding my keys all around the house.
“Mom, I’m going to Faye’s for a bit.”
She looked up from whatever she was working on at the kitchen table. The bright colors bounced off the walls creating a warm comfortable feeling.
“Okay, but don’t be out too late. We have church in the morning then we’re with the grandparents the rest of the day.”
I kissed her on the cheek and went out the front door. I practically jumped off the front porch and walked around my mom’s car to reach my truck. It was my mom’s and she gave it to me the day I passed my test. It was a used truck for her and the once vibrant color was now a heathered version of the color. However, working for Lennie helped me keep the truck running like I was the second owner instead of the third or fourth.
Starting the truck I made my way towards Faye’s house listening to the dings of my phone as she was talking until it went silent. She was probably not going to be in the best mood about the fact that I wasn’t responding. Apparently that was a one way street of acceptability. Finally I pulled up her rock driveway. I turned the car off so that silence was in the air and slipped my phone into my pocket as I slid out of the truck. I ran up the stairs and rang her doorbell. After a moment she answered her door. Her blond hair was tied up in a bun. She was wearing plaid pajama shorts and a baggy t-shirt, just further supporting her words of not wanting to do anything.
“I should’ve known that you were driving here since you weren’t responding.” Her voice was flat as she leaned against the door, her hand was still on the side of the door.
I grinned as she let me into the house.
“What else are friends for other than making them do things they don’t want to do.”
Her open hands waved around her shorts. “Once the pajama pants are on, I don’t leave the house. It’s a golden rule that I live my life by.”
I made my way to her room. “That’s fine I don’t have any intention of subjecting the outside world to you tonight.”
“I’m not sure if that is a jab at me or not.”
She crossed her arms as she stood in her doorframe. Her room was a mess, like always. Even though she had a desk her book bag and homework was scattered on her bed. Her soccer cleats and other clothes were littered across the floor. I tried to ignore the clothes as I was sure there was a bra hanging over the foot of her bed. My cheeks warmed as I pushed some of her old assignments away from her speakers and plugged up my phone. I had to focus. I’m pretty sure that she’d kill me if she thought I was looking at any of her underwear.
“What are you up to Jack?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Well, duh that’s why I asked.”
I turned around as music came through the speakers. A corner of her lips curled.
“Time to get out of that funk.” My voice was a little louder to be heard over my music.
I turned the music louder and went over to her. She bit her lips almost to stop the smile from forming. She was not going to give me the satisfaction. She just stood there. I grabbed both of her hands and started to move her side to side. Ethan was going to take away my man card for this.
“Stop fighting our house party.”
“It’s just the two of us.”
“Whoever said a party had to be more than two people?” I asked her still trying to get her to move.
“Every normal human being,” She finally laughed and started to jump up and down.
“Embrace the dorkiness of it all,” I called out.
She broke out laughing real hard. Faye’s face lit up and I could not help the grin on my face growing bigger. She was at ease. It was at that moment I knew that I wanted to make sure there was a smile on her face for the rest of my life.


“Did you get any sleep last night?”
I lifted my head to see Ethan glancing at me through the side of the open hood of the truck.
“Sorry I didn’t really sleep last night.”
“Nightmares again?”
I shook my head and went back to staring at the engine. “Something like that.”
Leaning further into the car I tried to get a better look at the problem. That and hoping that he would get the hint.
“It might be time for you to see some professional help,” Ethan lowered his voice as he came over to stand next to me.
“I don’t need any professional help that’s why I got Bailey,” I shot back and grunted as I tried to unscrew a bolt.
“Did you just say you got a dog instead of seeking out professional help?”
I glanced up at my friend. “Dogs are great listeners and are cheaper in the long run.”
“What were you having nightmares from then?” Ethan continued to ask and started to lean against the car that I was working on.
I narrowed my eyes. I was going to smack him with a tool if he didn’t move.
“Faye-”
“Why am I even hearing that name?” Ethan’s voice came out harsh.
Groaning I got out from under the hood of the car and stood up straight. I took my hat off, gripping it in my hands, then I re-slid it back on my head. The garage’s clatters and buzzes filled my ears, but I could still hear my heart racing in my chest. Her voice came to me once again. The high school Faye was fresh, crystal clear image with that smile still engrained in my mind despite what I wanted. My palms were sweaty already. I wiped them on my jeans pretending that it was because of the grease.
“Because she accidently called me last night,” I muttered and trudged over to my toolbox, making sure not to meet his eyes.
I turned my back and took some sips of my water. His eyes were boring a hole in the back of my head.
“She still has your number in her phone?”
I shrugged and turned around so that my back was against the cool metal of my toolbox. “Apparently. There’s some restaurant near her with the name Jack in the title and she was ordering dinner or she thought she was ordering dinner.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s one of the lamest things that I’ve ever heard of in my entire life.” Ethan’s voice was dry.
“Can we please for the love of God end this conversation? I feel like a middle school girl.”
“The two of you sound like it too,” Joey called over before sliding back under his oil change.
“Answer one thing first.”
I rolled my eyes as I turned to face him instead of Joey. “What?”
“How long was your conversation?”
I scrunched my face and shrugged. “A few minutes, not long.”
He nodded. “Good, I don’t need you running off again because of her.”
“I didn’t run off because of her.” I responded flatly.
“You two broke up, and she was on a plane to New York City two hours later, and then less than a week later you were seeing recruiters for the Marines.”
“That timeline isn’t accurate and you know it.” I grabbed a wrench and raised it. “This will be lodged somewhere if you don’t stop talking soon though.”
He held up both of his hands and took a step back.
“Okay I get it. I’ll drop it.”
“Good.”
I put the wrench back on the top of my toolbox and went back to the car that I was working on.
“You haven’t tried to contact her today have you?”
I just dropped my head and sighed instead of answering him.

Leading Ladies ~ Faye Harper

Hello!
You all got to meet Jack from Call for Help. He is awesome, and I could gush over my characters, some more than others, but we won't tell them that. Faye is a character that I changed her name like three or four times. I wanted a name that wasn't overly girly or used. Then leave it to Facebook to have those pop up for baby names for different countries. I clicked on it and got the name Faye. I'm pretty sure that is the poster child example of why the ads pop up. Faye is a character I kind of could relate to. In high school I was ready to get out of school, to not see my peers, and to get out of there. Now unlike Faye I didn't go to college outside of the state, but I did move away years later. I feel like we can all relate to Faye with the sense of ready to spread our wings, to be more than what others might think of us.

For her I could almost see Lily James, but that might partly be because I like her work. I could even see her having fun with Charlotte from Beneath the Scars, I think Lily James does have a range. Fay,e goes on exploration for herself all the while helping her friend plan her wedding


Faye Harper

Blond Hair (the highlights count)
Hazel eyes
Favorite Food is Pizza
Raised by her mom
Is not a very organized person.


Natalie was already on a bike with an empty one next to her when I got to the gym. Her brown hair with the auburn highlights was tied back in a tight ponytail and a headband ensuring that everything stayed in place as she stared at her phone. She was wearing a pink tank top with black and pink yoga pants to match her sneakers.
“Morning,” I greeted as I sat down next to her.
“Oh my God, the dress was so tight in the dream that it wouldn’t even go over my thighs.”
Some parts of her dress were skin tight so I could believe it especially her reception dress. Well her reception dress was so short. Her ceremony dress was a form fitting mermaid. I didn’t know how she breathed in it.
“You’ve had a fitting you know that’s not true.”
Her brown eyes glimpsed over at me before back to her phone.
“I can’t believe you talked me into eating Jack’s last night.”
I resisted a sigh and eye roll in front of her.
“We were going to be working for a couple more hours and I was starving. I know you were too. Plus you had a salad.”
“Do you know how much fat is in a Caesar salad?” her voice became high pitch.
“Probably less than that slice of cheesecake that I had,” I chuckled.
Her head turned sharply. “You had cheesecake?!”
“I’m joking.”
Not. Totally worth it.
“Okay, because not to sound like that bride, but you all bought your bridesmaid dresses and they need to fit. When I say fit I don’t mean you can see the lumps through the material. That’s not flattering.”
Before I could say another word our instructor walked in and started class. There was a part of me that wanted to challenge Natalie about our dresses. Not that I wanted to replace that dress, it cost an arm and a leg once I bought it and had the alterations done. The shoes she wanted nearly caused me to be short on my rent one month. That was the longest month of living off generic cereal and peanut butter sandwiches.


“Payton wants to go to the bar tonight with all of us girls. That was who I was texting before class.” Natalie called over the bathroom stall.
“The whole bridal party?” I asked as I stepped into the second part of the stall of the shower to dry off from my shower.
Natalie was in the shower stall next to me. I raised an eyebrow though and crossed my fingers.
“Of course! There isn’t much more time left before my wedding and we need as much bonding time as possible. The pictures will look more genuine if you all can get along before the pictures.”
“What was I thinking,” my voice drifted off.
“I swear that accent of yours comes out of nowhere at times.”
“There are enough accents in this city that it can wash mine out a little.”
For the most part my accent was watered down, but I could hear it from time to time. I pulled out my clothes and draped them over my bag.
“So since you decided to break up with Todd a week before I sent out the invitations do you know who your plus one will be?”
I sighed. “Considering I accidently dialed my ex last night, I’m not really searching real hard for a date for the wedding.”
“Wait which one?”
“Which bar?”
“Um probably the usual especially since Sarah knows one of the bartenders.”
Yeah ‘knows’. Mostly the guy she slept with during her dry spells.
I pulled my light purple peasant blouse on and slid my pants up my legs. I sucked in a little to button my pants and I silently cursed at my hips. If it wasn’t for them my pants would be fitting. Fixing my bag I went out in front of the mirror to start fixing my hair a little before putting on make-up that was stored in my gym bag. Thankfully I washed my hair the night before. Leaning over the counter I was putting on my eyeliner as Natalie came out. She was wearing a blue fitted dress that came down to her knees. Her matching heels clank against the tile. She glanced down at her ring that was extended in front of her.
“I can’t get enough of this ring.”
I laughed. “I think you have a lifetime to get used to it. He spoils you.”
She beamed. “He does and I love it.”
Natalie pulled out a small bag and started on her face. She was mostly touching up because I swear she was wearing makeup when I arrived to the class.
“I was working on the tables last night which is why I asked if you knew who your plus one was going to be.”
“You can count me as uno.”
A couple of women wrapped in towels passed us and Natalie waited for them to pass.
“Are you sure, you could bring-”
I laughed. “Yes?”
Who was she going to suggest that I bring?
“I liked Todd.”
I turned to face her. She was running her fingers through her hair.
“Seriously?”
“What? He made you show up on time to places. He has an adult job, which pays well. He has his own place.”
I shrugged. “On paper Todd was perfect, but in practice-”
“Bad kisser?”
I shook my head. “Not what I meant. On paper Todd did have everything checked off. It’s hard finding a guy our age that has an adult job, pays his own bills, doesn’t live with family, and in this city is straight or not trying to become an actor. Yet, I just never felt that spark.”
“So does that mean no to bringing him?”
I hung my head.
“No, I am not bringing Todd to your wedding. I’m pretty sure he is dating someone by now anyway.”
“You missed your chance.”
I looked up at the mirror and my heart swelled. How true were those words? However, Todd didn’t come to mind when she said that phrase.