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Ava Moss, my next publishing project. I want to thank Christina Jean Michaels who offered to put a little cherry on my Sundae by discussing my next work in progress. Here it is: Ava Moss.

Ava Moss’ girlfriends have given her a precious birthday present, one she dislikes as she finds herself unable to prevent the helplessness the well-intentioned gift draws from her. She only accepts the offer once she undergoes a little arm twisting: a classy, out-of-the-ordinary speed dating session. She has met with Vanessa Distel the night before, the project organizer, who clued her in on her duties for the six dates she would encounter the following evening.

 “There you go, darling. Tomorrow night when you enter the 21 Club, you will be the belle of the ball.” Vanessa had said.

Her only frustration was that she had six bios and only four pictures.

“Two of them did not submit pictures—could not do so on time, not because they are unattractive,” Vanessa had added, waving a long, ringed finger at her.

 

Ava’s cell phone rang. Excitement radiating out of her pores, she picked up and quickly became engrossed in her conversation.

“I don’t know. Yes, of course Vanessa gave me all the dos and don’ts—a huge stack of rules and regulations to bring home and study. No. Didn’t read half of them—no time. Anyway, I’ll tell you about the details later. I’m about to walk in.”

“Did you get the sexy little red number you wanted?”

“Yes. And I found the Manolos I showed you—on sale,” she beamed, animated and more alive than she’d been in a long time.

“The platinum strappy sandals?”

“Uh huh.” Ava contorted right, to stare at her shoes, and as she did, she bumped up against the person directly behind her.

She tried to catch her balance but wobbled on her six-inch heels. A quick arm around her waist steadied her even as she envisioned scraping her hands and knees rather than ruin her dress.

She ignored the cell phone and stared at her benefactor.

“Are you all right?” the man asked in silk tones, not two inches from her lips. As he helped her stand on two feet again, they exchanged eye contact. Both were silent for a few timeless seconds.

Ava shuddered, bowled over by his charming manner and striking looks. She backed up a few steps and glimpsed the lightest brown eyes she had ever seen on anyone, and a cute little mesh of brown hair, jutting over a wide forehead. He had a dimple in his chin and a nervous Adam’s apple that bobbed up and down as he continued to stare at her. His eye color might have been light, but the burn from his piercing gaze oozed fire inside her.

She heard Tracy yelling her name through her cell. Lost in a fog, she pondered her friend must be wondering where she’d gone.

The stranger smiled, and Ava briefly considered the man might be amused by their predicament. He appeared intent on taking in her every move, his eyes gliding over her lips. For an instant, oddly, she thought he might kiss her; instead, he bent to stare at her shoes and raised an eyebrow at the length of the heels.

She cocked a shoulder at him. “Just trying to be up there with the grown-ups,” she said, using her brightest smile to illuminate the moment.

His own smile stretched into a grin. “So, Ava… lovely name—warm, unpretentious. Suits you. Are you going inside?”

Ava jumped at the use of her name. “Yes. You must be one of my ‘Mate for Life’ candidates.” He had to be. He knew her name, which meant he had seen her picture, which also meant he was one of her hopefuls.

The stranger’s frown gathered for a brief moment, but his interest never waned.

 “That means you’re either Luke Perry or Pete Cassimere.”

His frown deepened.

“You know. The only two of my dates who didn’t provide pictures.”

“Ah, I see.”

Ava wondered about the easy answer dotting a puzzled expression. Yet the spell he cast prodded her to babble. “I bet you’re Luke. I’ve always loved the name Luke. You are, aren’t you?”

“You think I look like a Luke?” He laughed, his expression knotted and illegible.

“I knew it. I’m going to ask Vanessa to schedule you first.” She hesitated before she owned up. “I put you at the back of the pile—no picture. Call me vain, but it’s hard to decide when you can’t tell what the other person looks like.”

“Don’t let me keep you from your lovely evening.” He nodded, as he took in a whiff of her hair.

She applauded her choice of strawberry almond shampoo, hoping he didn’t think her too much of a kook.

When all she could do was stare at him and nod, he stroked the smooth curve of her face with the back of his hand.

“Ava. We’re all waiting for you.” She rued Vanessa’s call from the doorway.

“Be right there.” She shook herself back to the present. “See you later.”

She grasped the door handle, but couldn’t resist one last glance. She caught him dialing a number on his cell. Both their communications had certainly ended abruptly. Glancing at hers in her hand, she noticed the call had ended. Tracy was gone.

I am also the parent of a new baby: Mirror Deep. It came into Amazon world on November 1, and is looking for love:


I have also invited great people from my team of bloggers, who will take up this challenge and here they are:

Cheryl Butler Stahle

Renée Giraldi.

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