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
“Your
view … your entire office … it’s exquisite,” I said after soaking it all in.
“We
haven’t spoken in over nine years, and you want to talk about my view? But now that you mention it … my view is
quite exquisite and I’m not referring to the skyline, or this office” he said,
while licking his bottom lip. “You’re just as beautiful as ever, Brooke.”
“…
… … Rich, why am I here?”
Rich
walked over to his side of the desk and placed his palms flat on its surface as
if bracing himself before speaking, his intense, teal-blue eyes looking
directly into my soul. “You’re here because when your application came across
my desk, I knew it was a sign that I had to see you again … had to hear you
laugh again … had to smell that sweet scent again. I’ve missed you, Brooke.”
He
took a deep breath before continuing, “Every time an application came across my
desk I hoped that one day it would be yours. You always said this was it for
you – your end game and your dream job. I’d be lying to myself and to you, if I
didn’t tell you that I came here and accepted this position, hoping that one
day we’d find each other again.”
“So,
you only scheduled an interview because you wanted to finish what we never
started ten years ago?” I asked in my
most accusatory tone.
“Pshh,
you would get that from what I just said, wouldn’t you? No, of course not,
Brooke. I wanted you to come for an interview, because I was impressed by what
I read on your resume. You’ve had an impressive career and I think you would
make an excellent addition to my editorial staff. Trust me, I’m not the only
one who thinks that. Your resume made it through three layers of a selection
process before it ended up on my desk.”
“Oh
… OK. Well, thanks.”
He
looked at me with the most devilish grin before adding … “It just doesn’t hurt
that I want to get to know you again.”
I
could feel the heat rising in my cheeks and expected that they had turned a
bright shade of pink.
“Rich,
I can’t do this. I really do want this job, but if I accept the position,
assuming that you are offering me one, I … we can’t do this. You’d be my boss.
I can’t and I won’t be my boss’s pet. No one would ever take me seriously. I
wouldn’t take me seriously. I’ve worked too hard for my career.”
“I’m sorry, Brooke, I should have kept that to
myself. I don’t want to scare you away. How about this … I don’t offer you the
position – today? We talk – you know, catch up – conduct a real interview. Then
I’ll send you on your way to your hotel. You will then eat at the restaurant
where my secretary has already made dinner reservations for you. I’ll just
happen to show up and we’ll meet once again. I’ll just be Rich and you’ll just
be Brooke. We won’t be interviewer and interviewee. What do you say, Miss
Anderson? Sound like a plan?”
I
had to give him credit; he sure did make it sound so easy.
“Sounds
more like a date than a plan, Mr. Davis. You’ve really given this some thought.
That truly is some proposition,” I responded with a wink.
“I’ll
take your feisty response as a yes then. And, yes, I’ve been thinking about
this since I left you on your doorstep, wearing that ravishing, purple gown
over nine years ago. Now, the quicker we begin your interview, the faster we
can get to dinner, the earlier I can get you to my place so we can make up for
lost time. What do you say, let’s begin your interview, shall we?”
“Ye-,
Ye-s, sure … fire away.”
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.
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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REVIEW:
I found this to be enjoyable, and there is definitely some angst throughout the book, but there were a few times where I found myself rolling my eyes, and all of the eye-rolling was because of Brooke. There's definitely chemistry between Brooke and Rich, but timing seemed to be a factor with them. I was also impressed when Rich told Brooke that he didn't want to be her rebound guy, big points for him not taking advantage of the situation and just using her for sexual purposes.
Usually with these types of stories, the main character has had something happen to them at some point in their lives that is the catalyst for their behavior throughout the story; I know Brooke's goal in life was to work for the Washington Post, but we're never really given a reason as to why she was so adamant about working for the Post; it's not like she had anything to prove to anyone, or that she had to show that she was able to rise above whatever crappy lot she was dealt at some point in her life. I can understand not wanting to make that step after her mom died, but thankfully she did. Something else that bothered me, in this day and age, how do you NOT Google a potential employer? She could have easily learned who she would be interviewing with, but that's just me digging to deep into the story; my husband says I do that quite frequently lol.
Rich is just freakin' hot! There's no other way to describe him. He's like the perfect man, except for the jealous streak that came out when some of the reporters got together for dinner and drinks right before Brooke started at the Post. I liked that he had a commanding presence, but he wasn't full of himself. He just knew how to get things done.
Now this book does have a cliffhanger, and I'm pretty fired up that book 2 won't be out until 2015 because I want to know what happens damnit! This is a good book and I would recommend this to anyone who's looking for a story that has angst and drama, but plenty of laughs that come from Brooke's best friend Cassidy, but be forewarned that ending is a doozy!
RATING
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