Title: Unwritten (The Unspoken Series Book #1)
Author: M.C. Decker
Genre: Contemporary Romance
Release Day: September 10th 2014
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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