Blurb
Lies,
deceits and secrets - not a good way to begin a relationship.
After an ugly past
forced Hunter Connolly to escape to Europe, the talented hockey player is back
in North America and determined to land a position with a professional team.
But he can’t hide from his past forever, especially when his beautiful
classmate, Chelsea, forces him to reexamine his life. Soon, hockey is not his
first priority anymore.
Chelsea Henderson is a
bright co-ed working towards her dream of being a professional dancer. She
forms a unique friendship with one of her father’s newest recruits and would
love nothing more than to take it to the next level. However, there’s just one
small problem. He doesn’t know she’s his coach’s daughter.
Amid the deceptions,
danger lurks closer than they could ever imagine. Will fate contrive to rip the
young lovers apart? Or will Hunter and Chelsea have their shot at love?
Excerpt
Professor Campbell smiled. "Good, now that
everyone is here, welcome. Today is a get-to-know-each-other day. I don't like
impersonal classes where no one knows each other. I feel a class should be like
a team. Since you'll be criticizing and analyzing each other's works, you
should get to know one another. Let's go around the table, starting with
you." He pointed at Chelsea who sat directly in front of him. "Name.
Major."
"Uh...I...uh...I hate going first." A
flush trickled up the side of her neck.
Out of the side of his mouth, Hunter whispered,
"Better you than me."
She glanced at him. "That was
supportive."
Hunter's heart skipped a beat.
"My
name's Chelsea, and I'm taking this and a Composition and Repertory
class."
"I speak for all of us when I say - a
what?" Hunter looked at her sideways.
"A dance credit."
"Do you wish to be a dancer?" The
professor folded his hands and placed them on the table. Chelsea blushed and
nodded. He pointed to the person on Chelsea's right.
"My name is Steven Francis, and I'm
pre-med."
Hunter listened as several other students
listed themselves as pre-med, pre-law, business administration and economics.
He shook his head. I'm so in the wrong
place. But with Chelsea being here, this class could be liveable. At last
it was his turn. "Hunter Taylor, and I don't have a declared major."
"What do you do?"
"I play hockey. I'm trying out for the
Vipers."
The other five girls sat up taller, fixed their
hair and smiled.
"At least our two dreamers are sitting
next to each other." A smirk spread across the face of the pre-law
student.
Hunter glanced at the table then back at the
pre-law student. "You don't dream about becoming a lawyer? You don't dream
about pleading a major case in front of the Supreme Court?"
The classmate refused to make eye contact with
Hunter.
"Everyone has dreams." Hunter jerked
his thumb towards Chelsea. "Chelsea's and mine may not be academic ones,
but they're just as hard to achieve as yours are. Don't put me down 'cause I
want to be a hockey player. I may have to hire you to represent me when I
negotiate my deal."
"An interesting mix of students." The
professor scanned the group with eyes lit up with humour. "A dancer, a few
lawyers, doctors, business people and a hockey player who can defend himself
against a lawyer."
"I play offence. We're the aggressive
ones."
Author Bio -
I'm
Victoria Adams. I live in Ontario, Canada with my husband and pets. I like to
garden, cook and study Raqs Sharqi (Egyptian belly dance). In the summer, cars slow down when they pass my front
yard and the passengers gaze at my flower beds. Friends love to be invited over
for supper as the meal is going to be good, good for you and nowhere near
low-calorie! As to belly dance – just do it!! My
writing style splits between contemporary romance and contemporary romance for
new adults (17-22 yrs) and flash fiction. I have released a trilogy – Circles
Trilogy.
Where to
find me
Blog – Pages of Romance – http://victoriaadams.blogspot.com
Twitter – http://twitter.com/_VictoriaAdams
Thanks Victoria for sharing your book with us,
Tina
1 comment:
Sorry I wasn't able to be here or promo this my yahoo went on a hissy fit yesterday.
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