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Surprise! It’s Just a Week by Jena Wade

Jena stepped into the breach for another author and her new book, Just A Week, has come out a week early! (I could make the obvious pun, but it’s already been done, lol.)

It’s a cute story, kind of an opposites attract/don’t judge a book by its cover/you never know where you’re gonna find love theme. Very simple, but sweet and endearing. It’s on for $2.69 for its debut week. 🙂

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Blurb:
Just a week is not enough time to fall in love, but Fate doesn’t care. Seth’s carefully crafted plan for how his life will go doesn’t include falling in love with a guy in his horrible hometown. He wants to start a new life anywhere but at home. Until Maddox storms in with his multi-colored hair and carefree attitude.
Long distance relationships don’t work and Seth isn’t into gambling with his future. But the more time he spends with Maddox, the more he’s willing to throw caution to the wind. Now his plan for the rest of his life has been turned upside down and seems to include things Seth never thought possible, including a lifetime of happiness in his hometown.

Excerpt:
I headed out the door and grabbed the book I started a few days ago out of my car. In high school I would always go to the park and read when it was nice out. My parents were happy knowing I got fresh air, and I was happy just to get lost in the world of whatever book had captured my attention.
I found my usual bench unoccupied. Thank goodness. It sat underneath a giant oak tree that provided a good amount of shade. About a hundred feet away sat a set of playground equipment for kids. Since it was Sunday evening, there weren’t many kids around.

The screech and clicks of skateboards on metal had me looking around like I’d just entered a parallel universe. What the hell?

Where there used to be old basketball hoops with raggedy nets, there now stood a half-pipe and other random obstacles used for skateboarding tricks. A half dozen teenagers and young adults whizzed around each other. Some on boards, others on rollerblades. All of them moving at high speed.

There was a lot of laughing, and every so often someone shouted, “Check this out,” before trying some stunt on the rail, usually resulting in a fall or stumble.

Squealing kids on a swing set I could drown out. But this, I wasn’t so sure about. It was new. And distracting.

One young man in particular stood out. Mostly because he had bright orange hair that spiked in every direction, possibly looking like it could impale a person if they were to touch it. Like a cactus. He also looked a bit older than the teenagers that surrounded him, which might explain why they all seemed to look up to him like he was a god.

He wore a black zip-up sweatshirt, though it was warm enough to go without, and jeans that were skintight.

Once I started watching him, I noticed that the other skaters watched him too. He had talent. He kept his balance well, and his moves seemed effortless. While the other skaters floundered and wobbled as they zoomed around, he kept calm and collected.

I didn’t understand the appeal of skateboarding, especially on a half-pipe. What was the purpose of putting yourself in harm’s way like that? Might as well throw myself down a flight of stairs if I wanted to break a bone.

Orange-haired Guy stood on the deck of the half-pipe. He stared down the slope below, his face unreadable. He didn’t call the others to gather around and watch, though I had a feeling they would anyway.
He took a deep breath and hopped on his board.

I held my breath, like I was the one up there. I watched in wonder as he gained momentum, back and forth, up and down the half-pipe. Once he had enough speed he began his flips. It looked amazing to me. Him flipping in the air, his feet staying on the board as he spun, then landing perfectly to do it all over again. I guess I had never bothered to watch any skateboarding before. Maybe I would have if they had looked like this skateboarder.

Tuesday Tickle: Kev 'n Mo

Yep, still tanking NaNo. Really resenting the dayjob now. Fingers crossed we get a storm day on Thursday–not that I’ll have time to NaNo even if we do, but it’ll let me catch up on some of the dayjob stuff that’s hanging around my neck like a millstone.

Have I mentioned I’m not enjoying this job right now? Grrrr.

Anyway, here’s a small piece from the NaNo novel, which takes place just after Christmas break, until I change my mind about that. 😛 Mo proposed a ‘friends with benefits’ relationship to Kev, which Kev–of course–shut right down. Until the weekend after everyone gets back…

One busy week after he’d gotten back, Mo was having a lazy Saturday night watching videos and sipping on beer. Some of Todd’s Programming friends had dragged him out trolling for women and Mo had the room to himself.

Todd had invited him along, but Mo hadn’t felt like going out, though he couldn’t put a finger on why. Still, slightly-illegal beer and Monty Python made for a decent night.

Bzzzzzz. The vibration of his phone startled him away from a second go-round with the mosquito-hunting sketch. He picked it up with one hand while hitting pause with the other and checked the caller id.

Kev. Wonder what he wants? Mo thumbed open the message.

Were you serious the other day? About the you know what?

The you know what? That was funny. Kev needed to get over talking around the subject of sex if he was going to shrink people’s heads. Yes, he sent back.

Mo waited, his stomach knotting with anticipation. Time stretched, and he wondered if Kev had chickened out, or if he’d gotten called away for something. Then his phone buzzed again.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Fun, fun, fun! This is why I’m so cranky about work, which I normally love. But it’s not leaving me any time to spend with these two guys who make me laugh.

Maybe over Christmas…

Tuesday Tickle: The NaNo Story Part Deux

NaNo’s kind of a bust. I can’t even carve out a half hour to write most days, but I’m going to keep trying. Anyway, I’m toying with the idea of making Mo’s roommate blind, because it gives me a chance to troll a whole bunch of other characters. (Thank you, Tales from Tech Support, for the idea.)

This bit is more of a placeholder–I expect once I’ve put more thought into it, it’ll be a lot funnier. The scene where Todd pulls this on Mo is way better, but I’m still trying to figure out where in the timeline it needs to go, so it’s hanging out in my head for the time being.

“Hey, Mo!”

Mo paused, halfway through his door. “Hey, Joe, you looking for Todd?”

“Yeah, I want him to look at my program for class.”

“You seriously did not just say that.”

Joe grinned. “What? He says it all the time.”

Just then, the sound of Todd’s voice floated down the hall. “I’m not doing your work for you, Joe!” He was hanging off the left arm of the prettiest young woman Mo had ever seen. If she’d been a guy, Mo would have popped a boner right then and there and made a total fool of himself. Good thing he was gay.

Joe made an exasperated noise. “I just wanted you to look at something for me.”

Todd came to a halt beside them and swung his cane out from under his arm. “Dude, did you just as a blind guy to look at something for you? Are you really that insensitive?”

Joe turned red and threw a desperate look at Mo, until Todd cackled with laughter. “Pwned! Really, how many times do I have to do that to you before you stop falling for it?” He titled his head toward his escort. “Thanks, Denise. I got it from here.”

She pecked his cheek and waved before continuing on down the hall. Joe watched her go with a sad and hungry expression.

“You can borrow my cane, if you want. It’s a total chick magnet,” Todd said, and sailed around the corner into their room.

Tuesday Tickle: The NaNo Book!

With my typical crappy working title, that will probably end up being the title, because I have zero talent for them. But it’s a fun little NA contemporary, set at a fictional university, and drawing on some stories from my own college days. 🙂

It’s even more first drafty than usual, because this is NaNo and you don’t comb back through things in Nano. I’m just under the necessary average per day right now, because I got less than 600 in yesterday. I suspect that’s how it’s going to be for the next month, because of dayjob, but it’s still a good pile of words compared to last month, so I’m happy.

Anyway, here’s me screwing with Kev a bit. 🙂 (Hey, it’s my job!)

Four hours later he crawled out of bed, ran through the shower in record time—blessing the fact that RAs got a private room with their own shower—and headed out to the lecture theatre with his backpack over his shoulder, a bagel in one hand, and a cup of crappy instant coffee in the other.

The seats were about half full, and he sighed as he fell into one next to Badge Murchison, who was in his fourth year in Business and had been the other RA on Third Badlam last year. “Morning.”

“And good morning to you. Rough night last night?”

“Worked. I’m running on less than four hours sleep. Please tell me we aren’t having any ‘activities’ tonight.”

“Naw. Just getting assignments and getting everyone moved in. Though anyone who checked in yesterday already has their floor assignments.”

“They do?”

“Makes sense. Don’t want to move them in, then have to move them again and reinspect the rooms.”

“Shit. I should have nosed around more last night.” Kev craned his neck to look around. “I wonder if they’re gonna let me move. I’d like to get into something quieter.”

“You did alright with Third Bedlam last year.”

“It was exhausting. And I’m trying to get into Honours for fourth year, so I need time to study. I don’t want to spend all my waking hours breaking up crazy stunts or shutting down parties.”

Badge elbowed him and jerked his chin at the podium. “I think you’re going to find out soon enough.” Kev looked toward the front of the room, where the Dean of Student Housing was shuffling papers while the IT guys got the microphone and the projector running for him. Kev sipped at his coffee and crossed his fingers discreetly in the folds of his backpack.

The Dean leaned forward and spoke into the microphone. “Good morning everyone. Good to see so many happy, shiny faces in the room. I’d like to welcome you back to the start of what I’m sure will be a wonderful academic year, with many successes.” He looked down at his papers. “Some of you already have your room assignments, but you’ll get your master keys today. Just to be sure we’ve covered everyone, I’m going to go through the list house by house. Please note your residence, floor, and wings, so you can claim the appropriate keys when you come down.” Then he began to read from the list.

It didn’t take too long. Halfway through the list, the Dean read out, “Kevin Hobbs, Badlam Hall, Fourth Floor, North Wing,” and the sinking feeling in Kev’s stomach was confirmed.

“Fuck me,” he whispered under his breath and closed his eyes for a moment to collect himself.

“Hey,” Badge said, nudging his shoulder. “You’ll be fine. They don’t give Fourth Bedlam to just anyone