I must admit, Adrienne Thompson definitely has me intrigued with this excerpt. All I can think of is "Video Girl," when I read her excerpt for today's March Madness post.
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Blurb: Rochelle Warrior is tired of living the life of a single mother and soon hatches a plan to solve her problem. But will love find its way into the equation?
This is book two of the Latter Rain series—stories of women over forty finding love. It can be read as a stand-alone, but you are encouraged to read book one first.
No Pain, No Gain Excerpt:
I stood in a room crammed full of girls situated in lines of ten. The vast majority were teenagers or had just transitioned from teenagers to young adults. Taut bodies and long hair that may or may not have naturally grown from their heads were abundant, as was dewy skin and heavy make-up. They were beautiful, every man’s fantasy, and there I stood among them, much older than most of them at thirty-three years old, but no one could tell thanks to excellent genes and melanin. My tiny waist and curvy everything else were the assets that got me there. I hoped those same assets would ensure I would become one of the chosen ones.
I stood with my head held high, smiled brightly, stuck my ample chest out, and silently prayed that he’d like what he saw, that he’d see me and instantly decide I had the “it” factor.
“Here he comes,” a girl whispered, sending ripples of the same words throughout the room. I panicked a little, tried to stand taller. Then I started wondering if I had anything in my teeth. Was my lipstick smeared? Was my smile bright enough or too bright? Was I standing there looking like The Joker?
Would he think I was crazy, too enthusiastic?
He entered the stuffy room, looking even more handsome than when I’d seen him in the past. There was a softness to his looks; he was more pretty boy than rugged. His brown eyes, which had always looked a little sad to me, swept over the room as he quickly assessed each girl. His thick eyebrows furrowed as he focused on a girl who sadly was not me. I kept wearing that smile, though, and kept silently praying. Five girls, that was how many would be chosen. So I still stood a chance… I hoped.
He whispered something in her ear, and she giggled before stepping out of her line and being escorted out of the room by one of the burly men who stood on either side of the door. I dropped my smile for a split second and released a quick breath before smiling again. He moved throughout the room slowly, chose another girl. This one squealed with delight before virtually bouncing out of the room. Then a third girl was chosen… then a fourth, and my spirits dropped a few notches with each choice. The chosen were all very young, very thin, and very European-looking. There I stood with the curves of a woman my age, thick lips, a wide nose, and sun-kissed brown skin, and the reality that I was obviously not what he was looking for hit me full force, and at the same time, I dropped the smile and let my shoulders slump. I stopped arching my back and lowered my breasts, and by the time he made it to my row, I had a bit of an attitude.
He walked down the row, stopped at the girl next to me, and I inadvertently rolled my eyes. She was a cookie-cutter version of the other girls—tall, lean, and light, bright, damn near white. I softly scoffed when he leaned in and whispered in her ear. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw his head snap up and in my direction. His soft eyes met mine, and something inside of me melted a bit. “Did you say something?” he asked.
I’d heard it before, knew it well, but there in the same room with me, it was so soft, so gentle, so… sexy. I was left speechless.
“Okay,” he said. “Let’s try this: what’s your name?”
“Chelly,” I said, giving him my self-assigned professional name.
“Chelly. I like that.” He left the girl next to me and stood directly in front of me, a couple of inches taller than me in my uncomfortable heels. I stared at him against my will, and my eyes took in those sad brown eyes, smooth tan skin that boasted his half-black, half-Puerto Rican heritage, and thin lips that I already knew would eventually part into a pristine white smile. No facial hair. He was a beautiful man, more beautiful than any woman I’d ever seen. He leaned in close to my ear; minty breath brushed my skin as he whispered, “I think we’d go good together. You?”
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Amazon UK: http://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01BSV9AE6
Amazon Canada: http://www.amazon.ca/dp/B01BSV9AE6
Amazon Australia: http://www.amazon.com.au/dp/B01BSV9AE6
Book Trailer: https://youtu.be/GFjZY1SJtLc
ABOUT THE AUTHOR:
Adrienne Thompson has worn many titles in her lifetime: teenage mother, teenage wife, divorcee, registered nurse, and author. This mother of three young adults currently resides in Arkansas in her newly empty nest where she writes and publishes her stories full time.
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