by
Jeremy T. Ringfield
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GENRE:
New Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense
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This
story is about Abram, a hopeless romantic who enrolls into college
and begins leaving love notes for the girl, Jec, who works at the
front desk of his student apartments. About why they know each other
when neither have even met. That's right, she had seen his face only
two weeks earlier, when he tossed his book bag in the middle of the
street, holding up traffic like a mad homeless man. But what she
doesn't know is that just before he came to grab his keys to move in,
the handsome albeit strange eyes and the person they belong to had
just been released from the county jail.
The
jail cell talk without any cameras around to record make his last 51
minutes in the pen with a sketchy bunkmate a do or die conversation
that may explain why he became homeless, why he wrote the love
letters in the first place, and if both were random at all.
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Excerpt:
It is
the guy from the fire pit of whom Bobby was just joking about that is
now approaching the front desk where I sit, and my heart rate begins
to decrease as I feel the baritone boomp-boomp in my chest getting
slower. But I cannot not look away, for he looks as if he got ran
over by a train this morning from this closer view and I am not sure
what is about to happen next.
I think,
have we not already asked what of vanity is so serious? Or is our
ultra-modern scientific understanding unresponsive to the inward call
of good will? Does it need a new face?
But
there is something underneath the wreckage that is dark, and
handsome. I’ve got a secret thing for bad boys, and this one looks
like just the right amount of danger.
I inhale
a deep slow breath of air just before he begins to speak.
“May I
ask for the keys of the apartment I am renting please? Here is my
check. My name is Abram Wedger and I am two weeks late from my
move-in date.”
I let
out a long slow breath.
He is
gazing directly into my eyes and for a brief moment I felt I knew.
“Of
course” I tell him, and then proceed to retrieve the keys to his
apartment in the file cabinet. As I turn in my chair, I clumsily
knock the pen holder onto the floor, scattering a few pens and
pencils. I blush, then kneel to the floor, placing a knee on the
ground as I pick up the utensils that are nearer to my front foot. I
hastily return the pen holder to the counter trying to save face
before walking to the back office and realizing one of my earrings
fell out of my ear.
What is
wrong with me?
When I
return, he is still standing in the exact same spot, facing in the
exact same direction, as if stoic in time, space, and emotion. I
swiftly pick my earring up off the floor, and place it into my ear
lobe.
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Jeremy
lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He grew up in the south Atlanta
area, where he eventually earned a football scholarship to Duke
University. After experiencing enough life to form his own opinions,
he enjoys sharing some with friends, reading, watching fantasy
thriller and romance films, listening to music, and jogging when he
is not writing. He writes new adult fiction.
Jeremy
would love to hear from you. Follow him on Twitter @JTRingfield,
friend him on Facebook, or visit his webpage at
www.jeremytringfield.com
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