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Chapter One: Avery
Where Your Sins Stay Secret
My heart did that all too familiar flutter. The ding from my computer announced I had a new message. Sure enough it was him. Jace Evans . I let out a soft breath before I opened the chat window.
Jace : Miss Davis, are you still mad at me?
I smiled at the use of my last name. Was he trying to be cute?
Me: I wasn’t seriously mad, Mr. Evans. Just surprised.
It’s not that I don’t like surprises per se. Flowers and jewelry are great. However a ma n I met through an online literary group and now spent most my nights chatting with, though we had never actually met in person, playing match maker? Yeah, that was not a surprise I was on board with.
Me: See , this is the issue with chatting online, it’s hard to convey tone.
Jace : What do you suggest? So I don’t think you’re mad in the future.
Me: Just don’t give my info to your friends and if you really want to, ask me first.
Jace: Fair enough, so how was your day?
L ike an idiot, I found myself smiling at the computer screen. It was such a normal question, but the last year or so of talking online with him and it seemed and felt like he truly cared what I had to say, or how my day had gone.
Me: It was good. The same as always, super busy.
Jace : What kind of masterpiece are you working on now?
Me: Ha, it’s hardly a masterpiece, but it’s looking pretty fantastic in my opinion.
Jace : You don’t give yourself enough credit. I love your work.
Me: Aw *blushing*
Jace: Haha, so are you going to tell me what you’re working on?
Me: Nope .
Jace : Avery, were you writing dirty stuff today? ;)
Me: Lol, maybe. That, and it’s barely a twinkle in my eye right now.
Jace : Hmm
Me: Whatever, what about you?
Jace: Same as yesterday. Editing.
Me: Ah , the bane of our existence.
Jace : Pretty much.
The night wore on and I regretted the end of the conversation. My gaze drifted to the message I had received from Jace’s super hot best friend. It had been the catalyst to the “are you still mad at me?” question.
I truly wasn’t mad. Though as crazy as it was , I was a little hurt that he’d so easily passed me off to his friend.
Was it ridiculous? Absolutely!
Stupid girl, I called myself nearly every time after messaging with Jace. The man I looked forward to talking to every night had given my info to his friend, who shamelessly hit on me through freaking Facebook. Cole seemed like a nice enough guy, and yes, he was hot, assuming the profile pictures were actually of him.
I shook my head , letting the situation go. Jace was trying, I guess, in his way to help two of his friends hit it off. Only I didn’t want Cole, because as ashamed as I was of my emotions and feelings, I wanted Jace. Who was married. Thank God miles separated us and an in person meeting was nowhere in the future. I had rules and morals, and yet I was reduced to a giddy teenager when I talked to him.
I had to continually remind myself that I was a twenty-seven year old adult.
Making sure to save my file one more time, I had written way too much today to risk not saving my manuscript again, I shut my laptop and headed for bed. I knew there was an inappropriate smile on my face. Somehow I couldn’t shake it. Flipping off the lights, I headed to my bed with my eReader and a new book boyfriend to keep me company.
My days were always so busy , and reading was like research for me. Plus, when you need a break from your reality, there is nothing better than a good book. You can test the theory and quote me on it. I guarantee when you find a book you can get lost in you will realize there is nothing better.
****
In the following weeks I prepared for one of my dreams to come true. I would be attending a Romance Novel Convention. Even better, it was being held in Vegas. My days were busy writing my heart and soul into my new novel and my evenings were still dedicated to a man who lived over 3,000 miles away.
I fielded a
Where Your Sins Stay Secret
My heart did that all too familiar flutter. The ding from my computer announced I had a new message. Sure enough it was him. Jace Evans . I let out a soft breath before I opened the chat window.
Jace : Miss Davis, are you still mad at me?
I smiled at the use of my last name. Was he trying to be cute?
Me: I wasn’t seriously mad, Mr. Evans. Just surprised.
It’s not that I don’t like surprises per se. Flowers and jewelry are great. However a ma n I met through an online literary group and now spent most my nights chatting with, though we had never actually met in person, playing match maker? Yeah, that was not a surprise I was on board with.
Me: See , this is the issue with chatting online, it’s hard to convey tone.
Jace : What do you suggest? So I don’t think you’re mad in the future.
Me: Just don’t give my info to your friends and if you really want to, ask me first.
Jace: Fair enough, so how was your day?
L ike an idiot, I found myself smiling at the computer screen. It was such a normal question, but the last year or so of talking online with him and it seemed and felt like he truly cared what I had to say, or how my day had gone.
Me: It was good. The same as always, super busy.
Jace : What kind of masterpiece are you working on now?
Me: Ha, it’s hardly a masterpiece, but it’s looking pretty fantastic in my opinion.
Jace : You don’t give yourself enough credit. I love your work.
Me: Aw *blushing*
Jace: Haha, so are you going to tell me what you’re working on?
Me: Nope .
Jace : Avery, were you writing dirty stuff today? ;)
Me: Lol, maybe. That, and it’s barely a twinkle in my eye right now.
Jace : Hmm
Me: Whatever, what about you?
Jace: Same as yesterday. Editing.
Me: Ah , the bane of our existence.
Jace : Pretty much.
The night wore on and I regretted the end of the conversation. My gaze drifted to the message I had received from Jace’s super hot best friend. It had been the catalyst to the “are you still mad at me?” question.
I truly wasn’t mad. Though as crazy as it was , I was a little hurt that he’d so easily passed me off to his friend.
Was it ridiculous? Absolutely!
Stupid girl, I called myself nearly every time after messaging with Jace. The man I looked forward to talking to every night had given my info to his friend, who shamelessly hit on me through freaking Facebook. Cole seemed like a nice enough guy, and yes, he was hot, assuming the profile pictures were actually of him.
I shook my head , letting the situation go. Jace was trying, I guess, in his way to help two of his friends hit it off. Only I didn’t want Cole, because as ashamed as I was of my emotions and feelings, I wanted Jace. Who was married. Thank God miles separated us and an in person meeting was nowhere in the future. I had rules and morals, and yet I was reduced to a giddy teenager when I talked to him.
I had to continually remind myself that I was a twenty-seven year old adult.
Making sure to save my file one more time, I had written way too much today to risk not saving my manuscript again, I shut my laptop and headed for bed. I knew there was an inappropriate smile on my face. Somehow I couldn’t shake it. Flipping off the lights, I headed to my bed with my eReader and a new book boyfriend to keep me company.
My days were always so busy , and reading was like research for me. Plus, when you need a break from your reality, there is nothing better than a good book. You can test the theory and quote me on it. I guarantee when you find a book you can get lost in you will realize there is nothing better.
****
In the following weeks I prepared for one of my dreams to come true. I would be attending a Romance Novel Convention. Even better, it was being held in Vegas. My days were busy writing my heart and soul into my new novel and my evenings were still dedicated to a man who lived over 3,000 miles away.
I fielded a
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