Showing posts with label Enchanting Ella Blog. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enchanting Ella Blog. Show all posts

Tuesday, October 15, 2013

Cover Reveal: Elite Invitation by Michelle A Valentine


No names.

No faces.

No identities.

That’s the rules at Elite.

Just as nineteen-year-old Carly Hutchinson’s life falls on hard times, she’s offered a job at Elite, a secret organization that provides beautiful women to wealthy men with no strings attached. With an ill mother, and a special needs little sister to look after, she’ll do whatever it takes to keep them from losing their home and keep their heads above water, even if that means auctioning off her most prized commodity—her virginity.

Doctor Gabriel Jenson is a hungry medical school student ready to play ball in the big leagues. Power, money and success drive him to accomplish things that most men would never dare go after. When Gabriel receives an invitation to join the city’s most exclusive gentleman’s club, he can’t pass up the opportunity to prove he belongs.

When Gabriel wins Carly’s virginity as the highest bidder, he can’t help to be taken with the young woman and finds himself at a crossroads. Even though both of their identities remain hidden, he can’t close the deal and take his prize. He needs her to submit for more reasons than just money. Sex alone with this woman isn’t going to be enough and he’s willing to break all the rules to claim her.



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Thursday, June 20, 2013

Enchanting Ella has a Birthday!!

Today is my Birthday!!  

Sorry I haven't been posting much lately but real life has been taking a front seat to blogging.  So in an effort to do better I plan on posting all next week.  YAY!  Just what you wanted to hear right?  Ha Ha!  

I will get back to blogging starting on Monday.  

Until then, enjoy your weekend and you should be reading!!  Mwah!!  


Friday, April 26, 2013

Enchanting Ella: 5 Star reviews, Real....or Fake?



The first thing I learned as a blogger for romance novels was how to provide reviews for all the books that I read.  Some books from purchase and some books from authors called "ARCs" or Advance Read Copies.  This step is key for any author published by companies or self published.  

However, lately I'm seeing nothing but 5 star reviews.  I know I've been guilty of this myself.  I have been finding some great reads.  But in my reflection of the reviews, I'm now questioning how many are truly 5 star and what does 5 star mean?    

Here is how we rate our books on Ravishing Romances:  
1/5 stars: Couldn't finish it
2/5 stars: Finished it.
3/5 stars: Liked it.
4/5 stars: Really liked it.
5/5 stars: Loved it.

So I start looking back on the past reviews I've done.  Did I love them all?  Or did I Really like it?  Is it offensive to the author if I only give it 3 or 4 stars?  And if it is offensive, do I care?  Of course I care if anyone is offended by my book review.  But I'm supposed to be objective and non biased right?  So my reviews should be honest and constructive.  

I wouldn't change any of my past reviews because the 5 star books that I have read and completed, are books I'd read over and over again.  I take pride in my 4 star reviews just as much as my 5 star.  I hope the authors appreciate those as well because it's still saying that the book kicks ass.  Hell, even a 3 star is a book I'd recommend to a friend.  


How do you determine your review rating?

Are you rating books on content or editing or both?  


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Friday, April 19, 2013

Enchanting Ella: Marketing 101



Welcome to Indie Author High.  This week was an eye opener for me on a subject breached with a single post.  Models being used on book covers.  

The post addressed the fact that this particular author didn't do it to make millions and that they weren't using said image to help sell their books unlike other authors who are doing so and having the models advertise the book.  [cue record scratch] 

Last time I checked, picking your cover for your book was a marketing strategy and tool??  The cover can be an important part of what is bringing in your customer to view your blurb.  It's what draws me in or away if I'm being honest.  

The current trend right now appears to be the use of models on the covers of the indie books.  Yay for me!  Yay for you - right?  Who cares if the author is using the model to help promote their book or books to adjust the sales and boost their numbers?  Isn't that what you're out to do as an Indie Author?  Let's all be honest about it.  I think it's a great idea.  I believe it does what it's supposed to do.  Gain you momentum as an author.  Gain you fan base as an author.  Gain you revenue (potential millions if you're lucky).  Stop the hating on others or trying to make it seem like you're not doing the same thing that others are doing. Own it.  

There are potential issues with the use of cover models.  The problems I do see in all of this model for cover scenario are these:  
  • over use or over saturation of the same model 
  • under use of a model in the fact that he's labeled as a "specific" character and can never be used on any other cover 
  • authors identifying models as "MINE" as if they are property instead of human beings 
  • competition between authors who are supposed to be "peers"  
My hope is that the literary world survives this trend.  I guess that all depends on the professionalism and maturity of the authors who are making their names in the Indie Author world.   

What are your thoughts on 
models being used on the book covers? 


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Thursday, April 11, 2013

Enchanting Ella: Professionalism in the Self Publishing world



As a blogger, I find myself often witness to moments of over sharing on Facebook.  I know we are in the age of social media but how much is too much when it comes to being personal vs being professional?  

When you are running your page as a "business" do you really want your customers to see the moments of crazy or would you rather remain the professional entity that you should be when presenting a product?  

In my experience and in my opinion, you shouldn't broadcast emotion.  I'm a very emotional person, but on my business page I prefer to remain professional.  It's a personal preference.  I have a personal page where I can be me if I need to vent or need to express.  They are separate for that reason.  

In the book world, it should also be a consideration for every author to remain professional and to portray the business professional that they are supposed to be.  Books are still a business and readers are still the customers.  It goes the same for Authors dealing with Bloggers and Bloggers dealing with other Bloggers.  We should all be courteous and professional to each other.   Aren't we all in this for the same reasons?  To promote reading and reaching out to the public to spread the word of great books written by amazing authors.  I think some of that has gotten lost in the competition of the arena.  

I've said it before and I'll say it again because it's always worth repeating.  I'm not here to compete.  I'm here to support.  The only person I will compete against and try to beat is the person I was yesterday.  I'm going to promote what I love and that's a great book.  If the author or blogger happens to take a side step down crazy lane, I'll still promote a great book.  The problem sometimes with humanity is the tendency of group association.  We are all individual and should be viewed as individual.  So hopefully, you're here to see what Ravishing Romances has to offer and won't judge our blog based on association alone.  Judge us based on our quality and our product that we are here to deliver.  Because that's what we want you to judge us based on.  

Who are some of your favorite authors or blogs?  

What would you like to see more of from Ravishing Romances?  



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Friday, April 5, 2013

Enchanting Ella: Making Friends Online



How is it that we seem to be able to make such great friends online?  This will be a short and sweet post.  I'm feeling a little down.  I lost my grandmother yesterday.  Yet, I feel like I have a world of support and friendship oceans wide.  

I'm thankful for all that I've met on this journey and can't wait to see who else I'll meet along the way.  My doors are always open.  Support your Indie Authors and Editors and even the Bloggers.  




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Friday, March 29, 2013

Enchanting Ella: The Piracy Fight



Fighting the good fight.  

It gets tough.  It gets old.  Let me first preface that this post is in no way religious or political.  This is my take on the world.  Take it for what it's worth.  
 I was raised by good parents.  Raised to know right from wrong.  Raised with morals and values.  Every day I continuously experience dark, evil and wrong in this world.  It's always present.  It's always there.  The only way to fight the dark is with light.  I'm reminded of Harry Potter and one of my favorite lines/quotes from that book series.  


Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times

if one only remembers to turn on the light.


Why are we finding so many closed groups and clubs all over the internet downloading and pirating ebooks?  Facebook has become rampant with so many of these new groups giving out these books all while everyone seems to want to pretend they don't know this is wrong?  This is illegal.  This should have consequences.  What part of - here's a free song, dvd or ebook for you to have doesn't seem suspicious?  Or is it that we just now live in a world where everyone thinks they are owed something for nothing?  

Where does this all end?  Does it ever end?

It's a sad circumstance.  Not sure if it will ever go away or if there will ever be a day where there is no piracy.  We have to band together though and try our hardest to fight the good fight the best we can.  Light can vanquish the darkness.  We just have to believe.  And isn't that at the heart of the reader.... the ability to believe?  

Here's another great blog post regarding piracy in the ebook world.  Maybe this might trigger something for someone or help in some way possible.  Best of luck to all my author friends.  Here's hoping spreading the word does some bit of good.  

  

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Friday, March 22, 2013

Enchanting Ella: More Confessions of a Book Addict



I always dislike admitting I have a problem.  But, I have a problem.  I am now a book addict.  I've confessed before in a post about my one-click addiction.  It now also extends to having several different locations for my books.  Not only do I have a Kindle app on my iPad, but I have an actual Kindle.  I also have a Nook app that I store books in on the iPad, and I can't fail to mention my iBooks app too.  

I actually realized I had an issue when I recently made a decision to buy paperbacks of the books I absolutely love.  I was researching my apps and discovered that I've repeated purchases within the 3 different apps where I have my books.  <insert blood curdling scream here> 

I know right!?!  How?  How can you repeat purchases?  

Obviously I'm so NOT organized.  I need a better organization system to know what I've purchased and where.  In my book club that I'm in, someone mentioned a spreadsheet.  I think a spreadsheet is a wonderful idea.  Provided I update said spreadsheet.  I also had a suggestion to use Goodreads.  That's a part of my routine, however it also demands you update your shit.  I think this has been my challenge.  

So I've decided I need a book assistant.  Any takers?


How do you keep track of your purchases?  

Do you often lose track and duplicate books?  




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Monday, March 18, 2013

Blog Tour Stop - Broken by Christa Cervone


Broken by Christa Cervone 
Released 2/28/13 ~ Self Published 

Amazon   ~  B&N


Garett's POV 
Exclusive Scene from one of the visit's to see Helen, Leila's Doctor:  

“Garrett, tell me how you and Leila met?”  Helen asked inquisitively.
My eyes shifted in Leila’s direction and she was staring at me.  I gently ran my hand over her thigh, flashing her a quick smile then turning my attention back to Helen.
“We met through a friend,” I responded emphasizing the word friend.​
Helen quickly picked up on that.  “Why do you say friend that way?” She asked giving me a half smile.
“Leila, has never told you this story?”  
Helen’s head turned slightly towards Leila.  Her entire body tensed up.
Running my hands through my hair I laughed.  “Leila dated one of my friends before we started dating.”
“And your friend didn’t mind that you started dating his ex-girlfriend?”  Helen asked surprised.
I smiled at Leila. “Nah.  She wasn’t his type.”
“His type?” Leila blurted out.
“Come on Babe, you have to admit you were too good for him.”  I couldn’t help but smile at her.
“Well now you really have me intrigued,” Helen said, crossing her legs.
“You want to tell the story?”  I asked.
“No.  By all means have at it.”  Leila exhaled heavily rolling her eyes.
I knew she was annoyed at me for bringing this up, but I didn’t understand why.  She never liked talking about how we met.  
A huge smile appeared across my face as I began to relive our first meeting.
“Hey Ma, I’m home,” I yelled into the living room as I passed through the kitchen throwing my lunch box onto the island that was in the middle of the room.  
“Garrett?  Is that you?”
“Yeah Ma.  It’s me.  Who else would it be?”
“Sean and some girl stopped by about a half hour ago.  Sean said to call him when you got home.”
“Okay Ma.  I’ll call him when I get out of the shower,” I said as I stepped into the bathroom.
Fuck! I totally forgot Sean wanted to set me up with his ex.  
Sean and I had two totally different tastes in girls.  Sean liked the cheap looking girls who tried really hard to look good but fell short.  I was into the more natural beauty.  One who didn’t need to try to look good, one that was just beautiful.  
How the hell was I going to get myself out of this one?  
I stood under the showerhead letting the hot water beat down on me.  Today had been a long day at work.  Our busy season was over, so it was a lot of standing around.  I began racking my brain on how the hell I was going to get out of meeting this chick.  Sean only lived a few streets over and he would show up if I told him no.  He had been talking about this for over a week.  I’m not sure why he was hell bent on setting us up.
Turning off the water, I grabbed a towel from the hook on the back of the door wrapping the towel around my waist.  Opening the bathroom door, I quietly snuck into my room.   The last thing I needed was my little brother realizing I was home.  He was only nine and always wanted me to play video games with him.   That kid was a video game junkie.  When I was his age, my mother forced me to go outside and play with my friends.  I guess that's what happens when you have three children.  You kind of just give up after the third one.
I ever so carefully shut my door behind me, no sooner had I pulled on my jeans my cell was going off.  I could tell by the ring tone it was Sean.  This kid was relentless.
“What Up?” I said answering my phone.
“What hell man.  Where have you been?”  
“Sean, I just got out of work.  It’s only 3:30,”  I said annoyed.
Completely ignoring the irritation in my voice, Sean asked,  “So are you coming over or what?”
“Or What?” I replied laughing.  “I don’t know, Man.  You and I don’t have the same taste in girls.  I think I’m going to pass.”  
Sean’s voice went to whisper, “Dude, you gotta get over here.  She’s totally into you.  She saw the picture of you.”
“Picture?” I repeated.
“Yeah, the one that is on your fridge.  She’s not like the other girls I have dated.  She is definitely more your type.”
Letting out a huge sigh. “Alright!  I’ll come over.  But, I swear to God if she is some cheap floozy that you dated I’m going to kick your ass right in front of her,” I said laughing, hanging up the phone.
I put my new Drop Kick Murphy’s shirt on then dried my hair with a towel.  I ran my fingers through my hair to get it out of my eyes and I headed back downstairs.  
I peered into the living room.  Like usual my mother was watching her soaps as she liked to call them.  “Ma, I’m going over to Sean’s for a while.  I probably won’t be back until around eleven.”  I reached for my jacket that was hanging on the coat rack by the door.
“Okay.  Have fun and don’t get into any trouble,” she called to me as I walked out the back door.  
My poor mother, I had given her a run for her money when I was younger.  I was an unruly teenager that skipped school and snuck out of my room at night to go party.  There were even a few times the cops brought me home.  I think I single handily aged her twenty years.
Since turning eighteen, I had definitely tamed my ways.  I was now working a full-time job and if I didn’t show up, I didn’t get paid.  So, I made sure I was there every day.  I had just bought a car and had to pay for car insurance.    
It was a cool November day and as I walked to Sean’s I stopped at the corner store for a pack of cigarettes.   Yet another thing that drove my mother crazy.  She was always bitching at me to quit.  My father had smoked for years until he finally gave it up.  To be completely honest I don’t even know why I started smoking, and I have tried to quit on several occasions but I just keep going back.  
I was now standing at the end of Sean’s driveway. I took one final drag of my cigarette then flicked it into a puddle on the side of the road.  Feeling myself getting nervous, I ran my hand through my hair and began walking towards the house.   I didn’t want tonight to end up a disaster.  There is nothing worse than being set up with someone you can’t stand.  I slowly walked up the steps and hesitantly walked through Sean’s door.
Sean and I had been friends since we were kids and I didn’t even bother knocking anymore.  I was told by his mother just to walk right in.  As soon as I stepped into the kitchen I was hit by a wall of smoke.  Sean’s parents were heavy smokers as well as heavy drinkers.  His mom, dad, and uncle were sitting at the kitchen table playing cards.
“Hey Garrett,” they all said in unison barely even looking my way.
“Hey everyone,” I said smiling.  “Where’s Sean?” 
“I think he’s on the back porch,” Sean’s uncle answered.
“Oh okay,” I said turning around to go back out the door I just walked in.
“Garrett,”  Sean’s mother said to me in a whisper motioning with her hand to come over to her.  “He’s with a girl out there,” she said smiling.  “This is the first girl he has ever brought home.”
“Well, I hate to break your heart Mrs. T but they are not dating.  That is why I am here.  Sean wants to set me up with her.”
I could see the disappointment in her face as I broke the news to her.  Sean had told me in confidence that he would never bring home any girl that he dated.  He was embarrassed by his parents.  They were alcoholics and he never knew what he was walking into when he got home.  
“Well Garrett she is very, very pretty,” she smiled at me.  I could smell the cheap whiskey on her breath. “I think you two would make a beautiful couple.”
“Don’t get carried away, Mrs. T.  I’m only meeting her, not marrying her,” I laughed.
“You say that now Garrett, but I met Sean’s father when I was fourteen years old.  And look at us now,” she said grinning ear to ear.
“That’s right Kathy.  You are the love of my life.  I knew it the first time I laid eyes on you,” Sean’s father said.
Awkwardly, I began backing out of the kitchen before things got really weird.  “It was really good to see you guys.  I’m going to find Sean.”
“It was good to see you too, Garrett.”  
I shut the door quickly and shook my head.  I really did feel bad for Sean having to deal with his parents who were drunk all the time.  It was a miracle he actually had his head on straight.
As I rounded the house I heard Sean’s laugh.  “No you are doing it wrong.  You gotta do it like this.”
I froze dead in my tracks.  Sean was right.  She was definitely my type.  Her hair was brown and wavy falling to the middle of her back.  She wore very little makeup, and she was on the petite side but everything about her was proportionate.  The jeans she was wearing hugged her body in all the right places.  She had a black hoodie on and pink Chuck Taylors on her feet.  I stood there quietly watching her for a moment, taking her in.  
I cleared my throat to make my presence known.  
“Bout time you got here.  I was trying to show Leila here how to hacky sack.  She’s never even heard of it before.  Can you believe that?”  Sean said in complete disbelief.
“Yeah, actually I can believe it,” I said as I walked up to them.  “Hi, I’m Garrett.”
“Hi, I’m Leila,” she said softly pushing her hair behind her ear.
She had the most beautiful blue eyes with the perfect amount of eye makeup to accentuate them and her smile was almost angelic.  
“So you’ve never hackied before?”
She shook her head.
Taking the ball from her.  “Here let us show you.”
Sean and I took a few steps back.  I threw the ball up in the air hitting it with the inside of my shoe in the direction of Sean.  We did this back and forth several times demonstrating to Leila exactly how to do it.  
“You think you can handle it?” I asked, smiling at her.
“Yeah, I got this,” she said with cockiness in her voice.
“Then bring it,” I replied egging her on throwing the hacky sack in her direction. 
I loved a girl with a little spunk and I could tell already she had spunk.
Without even batting an eye Leila kicked her leg out hitting the sack with the tip of her sneaker.  The hacky sack went flying and hit Sean in the head.  
“What the?” He laughed.
“Heads up, Sean,” Leila said smirking at him.
In complete astonishment I said,  “Sean, did you see that?  I think we may have just been played.”
“Oh please,” Leila laughed.  “It was beginners luck.”
The three of us hung out in Sean’s backyard for a good hour playing hacky sack until it became too dark to see anymore.  
“You guys wanna come in?  We can order a pizza or something?” Sean asked.
I looked at Leila waiting to see what she was going to say.  I was definitely intrigued by her and wanted to spend more time with her.  
“Yeah, sure,” she responded glancing over at me.  “Are you going to stay too, Garrett?”
“Hell yeah!  Pizza is my favorite.”
She gave me a coy smile.   
“Come on let’s get you inside it is getting cold out here and you must be freezing with only a hoodie on.”  
“I’m okay,” she said leaning into me.
We climbed the two stairs onto the back porch and I pulled my cigarettes out of my pocket.  
“Eeewww. . .  You smoke?” Leila said with a look of disgust on her face.
I laughed a little.  “I take it you don’t?”
“Oh God.  No way,” she blurted out.
“Why don’t you go inside and find Sean.  I am going to smoke my cigarette and I’ll meet you inside in a few.”
“Okay. . . Suit yourself.  You know those things are going to kill you?”  She said as she closed the door behind her.
As I lit my cigarette, her words ran through my head.  I took my first drag then exhaled “Fuck.”  I threw the cigarette onto the ground, putting it out with my foot.  
The door opened from behind me.  “Garrett the pizza is going to be here in like five minutes,”  Sean said as he walked up and stood next to me.  “So?  What do you think of her?  She’s cute.  Right?”
“She’s more than cute.  I’m just wondering what the hell she saw in you,” I laughed patting him on the back.
“We better get inside before my uncle starts hitting on her.”
The three of us sat in the living room eating pizza and playing cards.  Leila was a horrible card player and only knew a few games.  Sean and I tried to teach her poker but she gave up after one hand.  We ended up playing Go Fish.  I had this shit eating grin on my face as I dealt the cards.
“Why are you smiling at me like that?”  Leila asked suspiciously.
“Oh, I don’t know probably because I am sitting here playing Go Fish.” I winked at her.
Laughing back she said, “Hey there is nothing wrong with Go Fish.”  
“You are right there is nothing wrong with it.  It’s just I haven’t played this game in years.”
“Well, I play it all the time with the kids I babysit.  You’re lucky I don’t have my Old Maid cards with me.  I’d whoop your ass at the game,” she laughed, pushing her leg into mine.  
Our eyes met and I couldn’t help but keep staring.  Her eyes were mesmerizing to me.  I needed to find out more about this girl.  
“You wanna take a walk?”  Finally came out of my mouth.
“Sure,” she said in barely a whisper as she was still staring into my eyes.
I stood up holding my hand out to her.  “Come on.”
“Sean we are going for a walk,” I said looking at Sean.
Jumping up off the couch Sean said, “Cool.  Let me grab my coat.”
“No Sean.  Leila and I are taking a walk.  You’re not invited.”
“Oh. . .  Okay,” Sean said with disappointment in his voice.
Taking Leila by the hand.  “Come on.  Let’s get out of here.”
“Okay,” she smiled.
We slowly walked down the street holding hands.  “So Leila.  Tell me about yourself.” 
“There’s not much to tell.  I’m a junior in high school, I love photography, and I babysit.  That’s about it.  What about you?”
“I’m the oldest of three boys.  I live still live with my parents and I work full-time at a paper company right down the street.”
“Wow, we live thrilling lives,” she laughed.
“Ha! Yeah, I guess we do.”
“So you live around here?”  Leila asked.
“Yeah, I actually live in that huge house on the corner over there.”
“Holy shit!  That is a huge house.”
“Yeah, it used to be a two family house.  My parents turned into a one family.” I laughed. “How are you getting home?”
“I’m not really sure.  I’ll probably have to call my mom.”
I stopped walking.  “I can drive you home if you want,” I said smiling at her.
She quickly looked down at the ground kicking a rock.  “Sure,” she said quietly as she tucked her hair behind her ear.
“We’ll walk to my house and I’ll drive you home.”
I walked as slowly as I could trying to delay getting to my house.  I wanted to spend more time with her, learn more about her.  She told me about her photography and how much she loved taking pictures.  Her entire face lit up as she talked about it.
Before I even realized we were standing at the foot of my driveway.  “Well. . . Here we are,” I sighed heavily.
I rounded the front of my car unlocking and opening the passenger’s side door for her.  Once I knew she was in, I carefully shut the door behind her.  My car was an old piece of shit and sometimes the doors stuck.  I was praying they wouldn’t tonight.  
I opened the driver’s side door and slide in behind the wheel.  “So, where am I going?” I asked her as I turned the ignition.  My radio began to blare The Drop Kick Murphy’s.  Leila began to cringe at the loudness of the music.  
Quickly, I turned the volume down.  “Sorry.  I didn’t realize it was that loud.”
“What the hell was that?”
“You’ve never heard of The Drop Kick Murphy’s?” I gasped.
“Nope.  They sound like pirates,” she laughed.  
I began to laugh. “Yeah, I guess you’re kind of right they do.  Don’t they?”
We both laughed as I backed out of my driveway.
She told me the directions to get to her house.  I was trying to figure out a way to keep her with me longer.  But nothing was coming to mind.
As we were coming up on a Dunkin Donuts I asked, “You want to stop for a coffee or hot chocolate?”  I had noticed she had shivered a few times.  
“Nah, I’m good.”
“It’ll warm you up.”
“This may sound really weird.  But I don’t drink anything hot.”
“You what?”  I said flabbergasted.
“Yeah, you heard me right.  I don’t drink anything hot.  Not coffee, tea or hot chocolate.”
Giving her a puzzled look. “What do you drink then?”
She then gave me that beautiful angelic smile again.  “Diet Coke.”
I laughed loudly.  “Did you just say Diet Coke?”
“Yup.  It’s my vice.  I drink it first thing in the morning to wake me up.”
“Yuk!  Soda in the morning?”
“Well that is how I feel about coffee.  I can’t stand the taste let alone the after taste.”
Nodding my head.  “Fair enough,” I said.
“My street is just past that light,” she said pointing.
I anxiously ran my hand through my hair.  The thought of her slipping away was gnawing at me.  Think, Garret, Think.  I screamed at myself.  I quickly remember about a party that was going on at Wales Park this weekend.
“My street is the next one,” she said waking me from my train of thought.  “I’m the third house down on the left.  The one with all the lights on.”
I pulled into her driveway and put my car in park.  We both sat silently as she unbuckled her seat belt.
“Well thanks for driving me home.  I’m sure my mother would thank you as well.  She can’t wait for me to get my license,” she said politely.
“Oh, I didn’t realize you didn’t have your license yet.  How old are you?” I asked.
Smiling she responded, “I just turned sixteen at the beginning of the month.  Only six more months and I can get my license.  I can’t wait.”  
“Well since I missed your birthday that means I need to take you out this weekend so we can celebrate.”
“You didn’t even know me when it was my birthday.  Why would you take me out for it?”  She laughed nervously.
I moved my body closer to hers.  “Well, I was trying to make up an excuse to see you again.  But since you just called me out on it.”
“Oh, sorry,” she said innocently moving closer to me.  
“I really want to see you again, Leila,” I said softly.
“I would like that,” she whispered back.
I inched my face closer to hers.  “How about Saturday Night?  I’ll take you out to dinner.  Where ever you want to go.”
She nodded her head.
She then moved her face closer to mine and gently brushed her lips up against mine.  I slowly pulled her into me pressing my lips harder to hers.  I’d been waiting all night to kiss her.   I wasn’t expecting her to make the first move.  
“Leila, is that why you don’t like Garrett telling this story?  Because you made the first move?”   
Helen’s voice brought me back to reality.  I could feel myself smiling at the thought of our first kiss.  I turned my attention to Leila waiting to hear her response.
Leila sighed.  “It’s not that.  I just hate people telling stories about me when I am sitting right here.”
“Well I think it’s a brilliant story and I loved how you told it, Garrett.  Thank you for sharing,”  Helen said smiling.






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