51 Love
by Jeremy T. Ringfield
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GENRE: New Adult Contemporary
Romantic Suspense
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BLURB:
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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AUTHOR Bio and Links:
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 riller 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
Additional
Links:
Amazon Kindle:
Amazon Print:
B&N
iBookstore
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One randomly chosen winner via
rafflecopter will win a $50 Amazon/BN.com gift card.
- Character Interview + Where do ideas come from?
(I wanted to combine two of the blog topic ideas into one,
since my character, Abram, is a writer):
Hi reader, whoever you are.
I don’t know why I am writing on
this blog, but I wanted to take a break from walking outside all day so I
stopped by the library to search the internet for a while. I guess this
question was appealing, so I’ll share a few thoughts with you reader. I’m not
sure where ideas come from, but I’m pretty sure it has a rap sheet. And a long
one at that. Let me tell you, every time I come across these ideas, something
is going down. Like last year for instance, I met this idea about writing a
book. Right off the bat, it was strange as change sitting in the middle of a gas
station parking lot. I don’t mean a spare coin or two here and there. I mean, a
pile of change big enough to grab a handful. You know that someone had been
there before, and its presence both begged my attention as well as shunned me
to stop looking. On the one hand, I knew all too well what happens if I
approached it. Nobody seemed to be looking so I figured it was safe to just nab
a few without seeming so desperate. How wrong it would be to take from someone
else’s stash had not occurred to me. I was too focused on what it is that I was
saving all these random coins for. But never mind that. I took a few steps, got
tunnel vision on the way the sunlight glistened off the metal, thought how I
could make use of a few extra quarters, and suddenly that one person that always
shows up out of nowhere was staring at my every move. I fake tripped on a flat
piece of parking lot that I hoped looked uneven from the bystander’s view to
save face. Did you just see that on the ground
(wink wink)? Of course I wasn’t grabbing that five dollars and twenty-five cents
worth looking pile of change.
So I
turned around and heard the voice before I connected the face with the origin
of the oratory. “Did you want something to eat? I can buy you something from
inside.” Almost bumping into her made my eyes close involuntarily as a thought
erupted its way to the surface of my mind.
“Listen you
crazy buh-buh, ugh!” – Thud!
And then my eyes opened.
Her beauty was as
genuinely pure as the gesture, and I could not have been more embarrassed at
the same time for being so wrong about how real I played that stumble off. The
homelessness of my attire didn’t even give my fake tripping act a chance to
conceal my motivations for being so close to those coins. But if meeting her is
like two wrongs not making a right, I’d be happy if this gets worse. Real
worse. It turns out that the bad history of these ideas quickly lead to the
most wondrous encounters, strange yes, but a beautiful beginning that I never
saw coming. I wish I could say the same for my
rap sheet. I replied without revealing anything that might give me away, “You
sure? I mean, thank you. I’d be grateful if you don’t mind. ” I’d tell you more
about what happened to her, reader, but the library is closing and the
computers are about to shut down. See ya.
-Abram
5 comments:
Congrats on the tour and thanks for the chance to win :)
Great post - thanks for sharing!
Looks like an interesting book.
Thanks for the contest.
slehan at juno dot com
An intriguing blurb.
I've enjoyed following the tour. The book sounds great. Thanks for sharing
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