mischievously, “I
have this coupon.” I run my fingers through his hair, then whisper in his ear,
“I want to cash it in—right now.”
He smiles huge, his eyes lighting
up.
Then I get the greatest back
massage of my life.
Given to me by “The Giver.”
Aka: My boyfriend.
Lucky me!
And what I really mean is: Lucky,
lucky, LUCKY me!!!!!!!!!!
Life rocks! (Even without a
blindfold.)
********
Note: There is another story after
the following book info (on the next page). So keep reading!!
UPDATE: Melanie Marks’ newest book
is: EVEN WHEN I SLEEP.
Summary of Even When I Sleep:
I stood fixated, watching her play
the drums—the drums I taught her to play.
I stepped back, feeling like I was
falling. Falling right back in love with her, like I never left. I didn’t want that.
I needed to keep my distance from her. I had to.
But I didn’t want to. ***Darius
CAMMY: my best friend, Darius,
stopped talking to me four years ago. No explanation. No goodbye. He just
changed schools and never talked to me again. But suddenly the beautiful boy is
back in my life. Can I trust him with my heart? Four years ago he broke it. Now
I have the perfect boyfriend, and I’ve heard all the rumors about Darius’s
many, MANY girlfriends. Only secretly I’ve always loved Darius. Even now. Even
in my sleep.
**The book is available now.
Note from the author, Melanie Marks:
I
hope you enjoyed the story.
There
is another after the following book info. It’s called, “Love Me.”
If
you would like to contact me, or receive email notifications of my newest books,
email me at:
[email protected]
My
website is:
http://www.byMelanieMarks.com
Check
often for updates as I’m always writing new books
***
Below
is the first chapter of Melanie Marks’ newest book:
EVEN
WHEN I SLEEP
The
book is only a dollar right now
(Or
you can read it for free if you have Kindle Unlimited)
After
the peek there is another story
EVEN WHEN I SLEEP
By Melanie Marks
CHAPTER 1
“Hockey players,” my best friend
whispers, sounding in awe. Her eyes actually glaze over as she stares at the
long row of them at the table near the entrance.
With a grin, I roll my eyes.
We’re at the mall, by the way. And
we so didn’t come here shopping for guys , though I can tell I’m going to
have to remind awe-struck Nina of this fact.
Just to be clear: I have a
boyfriend. A football player— not a hockey dude.
(Just sayin.’)
Still, there they are: eye-candy
(er, I mean hockey players) in all their yummy athletic glory, sitting at a
long table—for charity.
However, the charity is not
actually getting to ogle the hot guys though. They are actually doing
something—signing pucks for a charity event or something. However, my
best friend is ogling the tasty team so intensely she should probably pay for
the meal. I mean, it’s for charity. And she’s obviously getting a delicious
feast for her hungrily devouring eyes.
However the scrumptious team isn’t
from our school, so it’s not like we could, you know—be normal and get a puck signed. It would not go over well if someone— any one—from our school saw us
(well, saw me ) get a rival
team’s autograph.
I mean, my little brother is
totally into hockey, big time, but no way can I give him a rival team’s puck.
No way. That would be sacrilegious. (Well, at my school.) Though my little brother doesn’t go to my school
yet—or any school yet. (He’s
four.)
Still, my school would throw eggs
(well, anyway—a fit ) if they
caught one of our school’s cheerleaders getting an autograph from a rival
school.
So, I try pulling enraptured Nina
along. “Can’t go there,” I tell her.
“No. Wait!”
She totally stands her ground, as
though she’s rooted in the spot. She’s absolutely not letting me drag her away,
though I’m giving it my best shot. I really can’t afford this—getting
caught near the enemy. It’s bad enough my
have this coupon.” I run my fingers through his hair, then whisper in his ear,
“I want to cash it in—right now.”
He smiles huge, his eyes lighting
up.
Then I get the greatest back
massage of my life.
Given to me by “The Giver.”
Aka: My boyfriend.
Lucky me!
And what I really mean is: Lucky,
lucky, LUCKY me!!!!!!!!!!
Life rocks! (Even without a
blindfold.)
********
Note: There is another story after
the following book info (on the next page). So keep reading!!
UPDATE: Melanie Marks’ newest book
is: EVEN WHEN I SLEEP.
Summary of Even When I Sleep:
I stood fixated, watching her play
the drums—the drums I taught her to play.
I stepped back, feeling like I was
falling. Falling right back in love with her, like I never left. I didn’t want that.
I needed to keep my distance from her. I had to.
But I didn’t want to. ***Darius
CAMMY: my best friend, Darius,
stopped talking to me four years ago. No explanation. No goodbye. He just
changed schools and never talked to me again. But suddenly the beautiful boy is
back in my life. Can I trust him with my heart? Four years ago he broke it. Now
I have the perfect boyfriend, and I’ve heard all the rumors about Darius’s
many, MANY girlfriends. Only secretly I’ve always loved Darius. Even now. Even
in my sleep.
**The book is available now.
Note from the author, Melanie Marks:
I
hope you enjoyed the story.
There
is another after the following book info. It’s called, “Love Me.”
If
you would like to contact me, or receive email notifications of my newest books,
email me at:
[email protected]
My
website is:
http://www.byMelanieMarks.com
Check
often for updates as I’m always writing new books
***
Below
is the first chapter of Melanie Marks’ newest book:
EVEN
WHEN I SLEEP
The
book is only a dollar right now
(Or
you can read it for free if you have Kindle Unlimited)
After
the peek there is another story
EVEN WHEN I SLEEP
By Melanie Marks
CHAPTER 1
“Hockey players,” my best friend
whispers, sounding in awe. Her eyes actually glaze over as she stares at the
long row of them at the table near the entrance.
With a grin, I roll my eyes.
We’re at the mall, by the way. And
we so didn’t come here shopping for guys , though I can tell I’m going to
have to remind awe-struck Nina of this fact.
Just to be clear: I have a
boyfriend. A football player— not a hockey dude.
(Just sayin.’)
Still, there they are: eye-candy
(er, I mean hockey players) in all their yummy athletic glory, sitting at a
long table—for charity.
However, the charity is not
actually getting to ogle the hot guys though. They are actually doing
something—signing pucks for a charity event or something. However, my
best friend is ogling the tasty team so intensely she should probably pay for
the meal. I mean, it’s for charity. And she’s obviously getting a delicious
feast for her hungrily devouring eyes.
However the scrumptious team isn’t
from our school, so it’s not like we could, you know—be normal and get a puck signed. It would not go over well if someone— any one—from our school saw us
(well, saw me ) get a rival
team’s autograph.
I mean, my little brother is
totally into hockey, big time, but no way can I give him a rival team’s puck.
No way. That would be sacrilegious. (Well, at my school.) Though my little brother doesn’t go to my school
yet—or any school yet. (He’s
four.)
Still, my school would throw eggs
(well, anyway—a fit ) if they
caught one of our school’s cheerleaders getting an autograph from a rival
school.
So, I try pulling enraptured Nina
along. “Can’t go there,” I tell her.
“No. Wait!”
She totally stands her ground, as
though she’s rooted in the spot. She’s absolutely not letting me drag her away,
though I’m giving it my best shot. I really can’t afford this—getting
caught near the enemy. It’s bad enough my
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