Title: Unwritten(The Unspoken Series Book #1)
Author: M.C. Decker
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release Day: September 10th2014
Synopsis:
I thought it was too
late. I thought our story had already been written.
College sophomore Brooke Anderson thought she had it all − a
loving family, her sexy high school sweetheart, a supportive, quick-witted best
friend and dreams of being the next hotshot reporter for the Washington Post.
Fate had something
else in mind when Brooke collided with the devastatingly handsome
upperclassman, Rich Davis. Rich was cocky, conceited and arrogant. He was everything that Brooke didn’t want,
but Rich never gave her the option. He had already made the choice to be, at the very least, her
friend. Would Brooke accept this egotistical man’s friendship? Would she choose
to want more? Would it be too late if she did?
Fast forward nearly ten years. Brooke’s life hadn’t played
out quite as she had envisioned it. She was suffering from the heartbreaking
loss of her mother, her high school sweetheart was long gone, and her dreams of
the Washington Post had turned into a
career at a small town paper. Brooke decided it was time to follow her dreams.
If she couldn’t be happy in love, at least she could be happy in life.
Brooke’s dreams brought her to the lobby of the Washington Post where fate intervened once again as she
collided with none other than the devastatingly handsome Rich Davis. As her
potential employer, Rich now seemed off-limits. Brooke wanted her successful
career more than a chance at love. But, was it really her choice to make, or was it beyond her control?
Maybe my story is, in
fact, Unwritten …
Excerpt:
We spent the morning, once again, interviewing some of
Rich’s contacts at the Exchange. It started snowing just as we were exiting the
building for lunch. I pulled my red, wool peacoat tighter to my chest and
wrapped my knitted, white, infinity scarf closer to my neck. I was glad that I
chose my knee-high boots rather than the black pumps I had originally unpacked
this morning.
“Why don’t we
skip our afternoon appointments and play hooky this afternoon,” Rich said. “I
have the perfect idea.”
“Did Rich Davis
just suggest playing hooky?” I questioned in disbelief.
“Shockingly, I
did,” he answered amusingly.
“You’ve come a
long way since you referred to me as the ‘slacker-type.’”
“You never let me
forget my arrogant ways, do you Miss Anderson? Now let’s go have some fun,
shall we?”
How could I argue
with this playful side of Rich?
“Lead the way,
Mr. Davis,” I said with the widest possible smile on my face.
We took a cab back to
The Plaza where Rich insisted I change into something warm and comfy. I went
into my bedroom and changed into a pair of skinny jeans and my favorite white,
cashmere sweater. I pulled on my pink Ugg boots and completed my ultimate
snow-bunny look with my matching pink puffy jacket. After wrapping my scarf
around my neck, I added a knit headband to cover my ears. I figured I would be
prepared in case Rich was planning an outdoor activity.
I headed
downstairs to the living room and noticed that Rich was already waiting for me,
dressed in his winter gear. I tried my
best to hide my disappointment after seeing his ski jacket covering so much of
his sexy body.
“Where are we
headed, Rich?”
“That’s my
surprise, Brooke. You said you had never been to the city before and I thought
we could have some fun and maybe tackle a couple of those locations that are
probably in your precious Frommer’s
Travel Guide.”
I soon realized,
when Rich didn’t immediately hail a cab that we were walking across the street
to Central Park. Rich’s hand clung to mine as we made our way through the gates
and headed toward the signs that pointed toward the Wollman Rink.
“Oh my god, are
we going ice skating?” I questioned, as I began jumping up and down on the
sidewalk.
“Somehow, I knew
you would love this. Is this part of your Home Again movie, too?” he asked.
I couldn’t help
but laugh at Rich’s error. “First, it’s Home
Alone and no, no ice skating. I’ve just always dreamt of skating in Central
Park. And, we’re also so close to the zoo.”
“Well, I’m not
sure if we’ll have time to make it to the zoo. If memory serves, it closes
fairly early in the winter. But, I do have another surprise planned for this
evening.”
Rich and I rented
skates and glided over the ice for several hours. The snow started coming down
more heavily as the afternoon flew by. After I was certain that my nose was
going to fall off, Rich pulled me into a warm embrace. I gazed into his eyes
and knew he was going to come in for a kiss. In that moment, I desired his kiss
more than my next breath, but instead of letting my heart win, my head pulled
away from Rich’s arms. “Just colleagues,”
my inner voice whispered.
Although no words were spoken between us, the carefree
atmosphere that had lingered between us all day began to fade away. I had
ruined what would have been the most beautiful and romantic kiss in the middle
of the Wollman Rink in Central Park. If our lips had met, the falling snow
would have coated us both in a light dusting. My already rosy cheeks would have
further flushed as a result of his tongue dancing with mine. But, I had ruined
that picture-perfect moment. Instead, I just wanted to go back to my room and
sulk. Why do I have to be so damn
stubborn?
Even though I wanted to head back to the suite, Rich
wouldn’t hear of it. He may have lost some of his earlier, carefree spunk, but
he was still determined to show me the “right way to play hooky.”
“If you’re gonna
be a slacker and play hooky, you might as well do it up right,” he kept saying.
“Go big, or go
home,” I added.
We grabbed hot
cocoas and hot dogs, minus the pickles for me, from a street vendor, before
Rich waved down a cab to take us the few blocks to his surprise destination.
I laughed to
myself when I realized we were stopping at Rockefeller Center. “Hey, this one
is in the movie,” I said, as I lightly nudged him in the side.
“I figured. Any
Christmas movie set in NYC has to include the tree here.”
It really was beautiful. As I stood
there in Rockefeller Plaza looking up into the tree, illuminated by thousands
of tiny white lights, I began thinking about how perfect this day had been. I
didn’t want to leave because I was afraid of what tomorrow might bring. I didn’t
want to think about Rich’s possible relationship with Janine, my career, or my
reservations about us. I just wanted to stay here with Rich – forever.
About the
Author:
M.C.
Decker is the author of the upcoming, debut novel, Unwritten. She lives in a suburb of Flint, Michigan with her
husband and spoiled-rotten Siamese cat, Simon. For the last decade, she has
worked as a journalist for several community newspapers in Michigan’s Thumb
region. She enjoys all things ‘80s and ‘90s pop culture: movies, boy bands,
music and especially the color, hot pink. She also strictly lives by the motto,
“Life is better in flip flops,” and is a diehard Detroit Tigers fan.
You can
e-mail her at author.mcdecker@yahoo.com. She would love to hear from you.
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Looks great! Life doesn't always go according to the most well set plans. Thanks for the giveaway! :-)
ReplyDeleteKinda sweet excerpt for a seriously hot book!!! Can't wait for its release!
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