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I am a romance writer. That's not easy to say. Most people have preconceived notions about romances, and the people who write them. Let me tell you! Writing isn't for sissies. I got my first rejection in April 2004. That makes me a professional. In what other field are you considered a "professional" when you don't get called back for a second interview?
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Free Read--Kissing Hugh Jackman
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Thursday, November 16, 2006
Free Read--Part Two--Bittersweet Reunion I cracked the door open to whisper, “You’re not Hugh Jackman.” “Can I come in anyway?” It had been two years since I’d heard that masculine voice. Pressing a finger to my lips, I signaled he should be quiet and nodded. “Josh is asleep.” Ty Renquist brushed past me and into the apartment. Light from the television cast light and shadow across his face, across the boxes stacked against the walls. It didn’t matter how strange the lighting was or how dark it was outside. I knew him. Two years. I could barely believe he was here. I pointed at the hide-a-bed where my son lay sleeping. Ty nodded his acknowledgement, and we went into the small kitchen. I leaned against the counter, its hard edge digging into my hip. Excitement and nerves bubbled up in my chest, and I grinned at Ty. He was a sight for sore eyes, even in the dim, flickering light. Hair cropped short, dark shirt, faded jeans. I couldn’t see the color of his eyes, but I knew they were green. “Can we talk in here?” he whispered. I shook my head. “Let’s go into Josh’s room.” Excitement and nerves bubbled up in my chest, and I grinned at Ty. He smiled back and took my hand. “It’s OK I’m here?” “Yeah.” My smile widened, and I shoved a bunch of hair out of my face. “Yeah, it’s more than OK. Hang on.” Opening the fridge, I pulled out a box of wine, and Ty gave me a thumbs up. Creeping down the hall behind my old friend, I felt like a teenager sneaking in after curfew. Ty didn’t have any trouble finding our apartment’s one bedroom. I’d assigned it to my son, intending to sleep on the sofa bed myself. All I’d had a chance to unpack in the bedroom was Josh’s bed, sheets, and blankets. His bed was made, but he wanted to sleep with me on our first night in our new home. I sat on the edge of the mattress and patted the spot next to me. Ty took a seat before taking the wine box out of my hand. “I’ll get some glasses.” New problem. “All our glasses are still packed.” I came up with a solution. A moment later, I handed Ty a couple of Winnie the Pooh paper cups from the bathroom. I stifled a giggle as he filled our Dixie cups with wine.
Posted at 1:28 PM by Grace Tyler
 
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