Title:
Unwritten
(The
Unspoken Series Book #1)
Author:
M.C.
Decker
Genre:
Contemporary Romance
Release
Day:
September 10th
2014
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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 …
Goodreads
Link:
https://www.goodreads.com/book/show/21847053-unwritten?ac=1
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:
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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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