IT’S OFFICIAL, ya’ll!
I did it. I launched my first full-length novel (only about four years in the making, NBD)! I’m so proud of this and I know you’re going to really love it. It’s called, The Unfinished Business of You and Me and it’s available now on Amazon (paperback and eBook format).
This story is very personal for me because it’s based off of my life (I could throw up at the thought of everyone reading it!). See, I meant my Hubby when I was in the fourth grade, I mean, we had an undeniable chemistry! In any case, I kept all kinds of childhood memorabilia and weaved a story around it. It’s very fun and cheeky ;)
As a preview, I’ve released my first chapter below just so you can see for yourself what this book is all about. After you’ve read this post, I’d love to know your thoughts so far, please leave a comment below! Also, don’t forget to subscribe to my mailing list above so you don’t miss a post or special offers I have on my book and other writings.
I know present to you, The Unfinished Business of You and Me– Chapter 1! Enjoy!
Grown Up Us — December 24, 2008
I didn’t know how to respond, so I quickly blurted out what any
self-respecting woman would, “I understand. I feel the same way.”
The lie came spewing out of my mouth like the Niagara after a
rainfall. I mean it’s not like I could tell the truth. There were rules to
uphold and the truth didn’t really… well, belong there.
I couldn’t help but wonder if this was punishment for all those
times before… like some kind of sick payback perhaps?
I guess when you’re the youngest of four in an Italian family,
you learn to hold your own. “Vulnerability” was a curse word and
being weak was not an option. I hadn’t been ‘the vulnerable one’ in
a relationship for as long as I can remember, and I was not about to
“Good, I’m glad we’re on the same page,” he replied, as he handed
me a Starbucks caramel latte-my favorite. “Oh, I almost forgot, I got
this for you.” He wore tattered jeans and a hooded sweatshirt, neither
of which looked like they would keep him warm in the frigid
December temperatures of northeast Ohio. With his perfectly
trimmed beard and black beanie cap covering his slicked back hair,
even dressed in casual clothes he looked simply stunning. God, why
was this happening to me?
My stomach churned as I sipped my latte. Was it supposed to
soften the blow? We had just had a fabulous night together, something
I couldn’t even bear to think about now. And the morning
after, he gets me Starbucks then proceeds to drop this bombshell.
What was happening?
“Well, we better get going. You don’t want to be late and I need
to finish my Christmas shopping,” he said as he helped me up off his
bed. “Do you have everything?”
“Yeah, I’m good,” I said as I slung my purse over my shoulder. I
looked around his room to be sure I was telling the truth. I didn’t
see any of my stuff, but so what if I left something behind? Maybe
he’d find it later and it would remind him of me. Maybe he’d even
Never in my wildest dreams did I picture the morning turning
out like this. I thought we would wake up in each other’s arms,
maybe spend the whole day together. I thought this meant something,
something we could get excited about. But clearly, I was delusional.
And now that my hopes were dashed, it was nearly impossible
to act like my heart didn’t just get ripped out of my chest. I have
never been very good at keeping my feelings hidden; something
that has gotten me into trouble a time or two. But, today, I had to
Play. By. The. Rules. In some ways, I felt a sense of solace by falling
back on the old relationship playbook. Frankly, it was all I knew:
pretend you don’t have the feelings you really have or risk humiliation.
Never show your hand until you’ve seen theirs first was my
hard and fast rule. And even then, it’s a crapshoot. Better to just
protect yourself by shutting up.
“That shirt looks better on you,” he quipped, as he grabbed his
wallet. “You should keep it.”
I faked a smile.
I was wearing my skinny jeans and his sweatshirt so I didn’t
have to put my fancy blouse back on. Secretly, I had an overnight
bag in my car containing a fresh outfit and a toothbrush; last night, I
had wanted nothing more than this casual rendezvous to turn into a
sleepover. After all, I drove an hour to his apartment in a mini
snowstorm just to “hang out.” It had been years since we sat and
talked, and last night was just like old times, but better. I knew he
would suggest that I just stay over instead of driving back home in
the snow, but I acted like I shouldn’t, of course. (I’d got that rule
down). He even offered to sleep on the couch, so I could have the
bed to myself. But I wasn’t about to let that happen. “It’s fine, we’re
both adults,” I told him.
“Hey, I gotta put gas in my car across the street, why don’t you
meet me there? I’ll pump your gas too, so you don’t have to freeze
your butt off in this cold,” he said as we walked down his apartment
As always, his charm matched his good looks. “It’s fine. I’ll do it
“No, really. I insist. It’s literally across the street. You said last
night your tank is on empty, right?”
Did I say that? Ah, just last night, before my world shattered…
“Oh that’s right. Well, great, thanks. Guess I’ll see ya in a sec.”
“Come on now, you know I’m always a gentleman,” he said with
a wink as he opened his building’s front door.
Did he say that to all the women in his life? How many were
there? I should have him pegged by now, but I seemed to be completely
wrong. Stop. I needed to stop thinking about this and get out
of here. Once I had some breathing room I could reassess. Talk to
Laura. Figure things out.
We left his apartment building, and I stared at him as he headed
to his sleek, black Alero. I had to keep up this façade for a few more
minutes. It was almost over.
I just wanted to be alone so I could stop pretending like… I
wasn’t falling in love with him.
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