Synopsis:
It’s
London’s senior year and she only needs one class to graduate. She just didn’t
expect her final assignment: fall in love.
Communication
224 has a reputation for giving out the most unique projects of the semester.
When London James and Beau Anderson signed up for the class they had no idea
they would be paired up together, much less spend an entire semester working on
their final grade.
Professor
Garcia tasks them to produce a study on the hit reality show, Love Match, a show about strangers
falling in love on over the top dates. London and Beau decide to debunk the
popular show’s fantasy portrayal of romance. Determined they can date the
entire semester and not fall for each other, the classmates share blogs about
their dates and start a website where everyone can follow their dating
experiment. Resisting their growing attraction for one another is harder than
they thought.
London
is in for the toughest class of her college career. The headstrong and
success-driven student discovers there might be more important things in life
than an A.
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Excerpt:
Excerpt:
The blanket of snow cast a
soft white glow throughout campus. It was after five, and except for the
illumination from the street lamps, the quad was dark. I watched as my breath
turned to a frosty cloud. Tugging on the edges of my collar, I pulled the coat
closer to my neck. It was freakin’ cold.
Something about the way the
fluffy snowflakes drifted through the sky reminded me of magic. When I was
twelve, I played Clara in the Nutcracker and the snow on stage looked just like
this. With one palm turned toward the clouds, I couldn’t help but reach forward
to catch one of the heavy flakes. My eyes followed the quiet dissent as the
cluster of flakes made their way to rest in the bowl of my hand. I was glad
Nina wasn’t here to witness the smile and giddiness forming. This place was
beautiful—freezing snowy wonderland and all.
“Watch out!” A voice cut
through the serene stillness.
Before I could shake my
momentary snow trance and sidestep the oncoming biker, I hit the cold pavement
under my feet.
“Ouch.” I rubbed just below
my right hip, which had taken the brunt of the fall.
“Oh, man, I’m so sorry.” The
frantic biker dismounted, propped his two-wheeled ride against a lamppost, and
crouched next to me. “Did you break anything?” He eyed my heavy coat and scarf.
“No. I’m fine. Just a little
banged up.” Startled and embarrassed, I looked at the assailant. Was I really
that absorbed in a snowflake that I walked into an oncoming bike? Maybe the
handlebars clipped the side of my backpack just enough to send me spiraling to
the sidewalk.
His hand was outstretched
and his face worried.
“My fault. Let me help you
up.”
No arguments here. He
clasped my hand in a firm grip and I pushed off the ground. The biker pulled me
straight up before I was ready to be vertical. I caught myself before I slipped
again.
“You sure you’re ok?” He
tilted his head. I noticed earbuds dangling from around his neck. He was
wearing a long-sleeve T-shirt. Not exactly cold weather gear.
“Yeah, yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.”
I dodged his concerned look and retreated in the direction of the bus stop.
“Uh. Ok. Bye.”
As I scrambled from the
scene of the accident, I thought I felt him watching me. Not wanting to get
caught with a sneak peek, I waited until I crossed the street before turning
around. I watched as he grabbed his handlebars, slung one leg over the side of
the bike, and pushed down on the pedals.
Through a confetti parade of
snowflakes, he wheeled off and disappeared behind Graham Memorial. I hadn’t
even bothered to berate him for his crazy steering or thank him for taking the
time to help me up. After four years of dodging maniac bikers, one had finally
hit me. It was bound to happen.
A deep sigh produced another
hovering crystal cloud of breath, I thought I could reach out and grab. Bike
Guy had been kind of cute with his deep-set eyes and sandy brown hair. It was
hard to miss his arms with that T-shirt. I shook my head. No, he was just a
random guy that plowed me down on the sidewalk and saw me act like a complete
idiot.
The unmistakable sound of
the air brakes for my bus squeaked to an ear-piercing stop. I dashed off before
I was stranded on campus for another hour. Nina was probably already waiting
with pizza and zombies.
Author bio:
T.A. Foster is a Southern girl whose heart and spirit
are connected to the beach. She grew up catching rays and chasing waves along
the North Carolina Outer Banks and now resides in the state with her
adventurous pilot husband, two children and two canine kiddos.
Her long love affair with books started at an early
age, and as soon as she was able, she transformed imaginative stories into
words on paper. Time Spell is T.A.’s debut novel, and the first in a series
about a very adventurous, clever, and magical girl named Ivy.
T.A. has an undergraduate degree in Journalism and
Mass Communication from the University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill and a
graduate degree in Educational Psychology from Texas A&M University. When
she’s not chasing her two-legged and four-legged children or trying to escape
for date night, you can find her reading, writing or planning her next beach
trip.
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