It's 2022, and I don't think anyone knows?!

It’s February, 2022, and if you ask me, I think everyone is in a time warp…

Time has stood still yet flown by during the pandemic, and every time we feel settled, it’s time to pivot again. I know that I’ve become more of a creature of habit during this time, and it takes baby steps to try new things and get out and adventure again. BUT I’m doing it!

At the end of January, I went to NYC in the middle of a blizzard. The trip was only made complete by a visit to the Strand Bookstore and several NY bagels and donuts.

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This month I’ve been in writing and editing, and I’ve taken comfort in Wordle, reading Running Wild by K.A. Tucker, and watching Succession on HBO.

What’s up next? I don’t know. Stay tuned right here to find out.

The Strand Bookstore Romance Section by Rachel Blaufeld

The Strand Bookstore Romance Section by Rachel Blaufeld

Here’s the rest of the 411.

Current Read: The Devil in Her Bed by Kerrigan Byrne

Current Recipe: Sugar Babies Popcorn by Two Sisters

Current Fave Product: Dusty Rose Tweezers (I’m over 40)

Current WIP: LOVE IS GRAND, second book in the Grand Love Series

WHAT else do you what to know?

Comment below and I will share (within reason 😂👇🏻)

xo, Rachel

I need to start BLOGGING again -

Hello there, strangers! How the HECK are you? It’s been about twenty years since I last wrote my last blog post. Not exactly, but close enough. In the middle of living through a worldwide pandemic, my creativity was ZAPPED. But it appears to be back, and judging by my inbox with pitches for campaigns and my WIP folder on my computer, I’m climbing back in the SADDLE. Not literally. City girl here.

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By the way, I’m writing this post ultra quick and so there may end being a typo or thirty, but this is just me. You are getting the very RAW version of me, on the precipice of releasing my first book (besides the World of True North) in FOURTEEN months. I need a shower and a cocktail. I’m on my THIRD pot of coffee and if you watch my IG stories, you know how loud my “office” has been today.

Anyway, I will save you all the other complaints and gripes, and say I’m nervous and scared and panicked and excited. I love this story because it’s risky and a WHOLE MESS. Don’t worry it finishes up A-ok with a tightly wrapped happy ending. Margo and Mick are the real deal when it comes to second chance love stories…so I’d love for you to meet them.

OH, before I forget, I’m also now an empty nester, and wait until you see some of the RECS I have coming your way thanks to this…don’t worry, if you have kiddos at home, they’re going to be FAB for you too!

Until then, I wish you could hug me and I could hug you back, but alas - here is a VIRTUAL FIST BUMP. I will be hanging around the internet tomorrow and most of the week anywhere we are linked up, so join me.

Faded Sunset is out tomorrow, and I’m ready (I think)!

xoxo, Rachel

p.s. if you feel so inclined, drop a comment if there’s a product you’re hoping to find, or if you’re reading Faded Sunset! 👇🏻 ALSO, reviews MATTER!

...and it's AUGUST! Humidity, NEW covers & releases, and Q&A.

WOWZER! It's August already! I feel like it was Memorial Day Weekend yesterday. My summer has been filled with few adventures and a lot of laundry, mostly thanks to my kids who keep me on my feet. THIS IS NOT where I was! :)

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Somewhere in there, I finished a new book! Hot For His Girl will release this fall on October 1st! I'm pretty excited for this one. It's LOW angst for me, light, and fun. I can't wait for you to meet Reid and Andi! MARK it TBR here!

I also recovered HEART STRONGER! I'm super pumped over its new look. HAVE you seen it?

Anyways, I've been getting quite a few questions so I thought I'd list them all here.

Will Mary from Heart Stronger get a book?

I think so. I always hoped you, the readers, would fall for Mary, and it seems like you have. SO, the short answer is YES! Mary will have a second chance at love and happiness. When? ---> 2019.

What are you working on now?

TWO books, both high angst, second chance at love and life, and heavy one friendships stories! 

Why did you decide to write something sort-of funny?

I needed the relief myself. After writing TEN high-octane books, my own brain craved some fun. 

Do you have one beagle or two?

I have TWO beagles. Cadillac is 12 and Cruise is 9! I know I share a lot of pictures of them, but they're my office buddies! <3

HAVE a question? LEAVE a comment or join my readers group HERE! AND have an awesome rest of your summer -- SHARE pics with me! xoxo, Rachel

 

FALL, 2017: what a crazy world we live in. I'm here for you -

My God, it's been a long, long, long time since I've updated this blog.

Pull up a chair and pour yourself some coffee -

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Personally, it was a busy summer filled with a lot of family obligations and cookouts. Admittedly, I took some time off writing, and I needed it. Nine books in three years is A LOT of writing. I'm not complaining or bragging, just stating. 

Lately, I've been getting back to my roots. Writing from the heart, letting a story ferment and bloom. I'm working on a few stories simultaneously, but Claire + Aiken (tentatively named Heart-ached) is where my head and heart is MOSTLY stuck. They will be next when they make their way out of my labyrinth of a mind.

The world is a scary place these days.

Hurricanes, earthquakes, countless natural disasters rocking the earth coupled with the largest mass shooting in U.S. history is enough to make most of enough curl under the covers and hide.

Believe me, there are moments I want to do just that.

There are other moments, I think to myself: why the heck am I writing? I need to do something more humanitarian. But then you say, escape is what you need. So I continue to write.

Last but not least, while you wait for my next story, I've published a very LIMITED EDITION duet, containing Redemption Lane and Absolution Road with a new cover. It will only be available through the end of the year and for sale at my next signing in NOLA.

 

GRAB it here: getBook.at/CrossRdsAmz

Information on signed copies coming soon.

xoxoxo,

Rachel

 

The Book Biz is in Fact a Business #authorlife

Please note: The following post is both my personal opinions and feelings.

 

My relationship is falling apart.

I’m considering a formal separation for the first time…in ever.

 

The Indie Book World and myself have been in a committed, loving relationship since 2014. Now, my affections are wavering.

 

There’s so much strife, talking behind EVERYONE’S back, and conflict, you would never believe we are all readers and writers involved in the pursuit of the HAPPILY-EVER-AFTER.

A field of predominantly women, we were/are/continue to be pioneers of new territory, yet we can’t get along or support one another to save our last breath.

 

Of course, there are pockets of authors who support one another, but mention one to the other, and you will get a whiff of how divided the industry is.

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Bottom line: Authors pen stories. They’re the byproduct of hours, days, months and sometimes years behind a laptop. Countless eyeballs help with beta reading, proofreading, and editing. Investments—both financial and time—are made toward covers, swag, promotion, marketing, etc.

 

Readers/bloggers/reviewers either love or hate them. They don’t want the book to end or they feel they could have written it better. We hang on to the top of the cliff by one hand while waiting for the reviews.

 

They trickle in or come in a windfall. We read them even though we say we don’t or can’t or won’t. They make us feel good or horrible. It doesn’t really matter—this is our business, our livelihood, and we must go on.

 

We send early copies to fellow authors and big-name bloggers in a hope someone, anyone, or just one damn fucking person will read our book. We vaguebook when they don’t. We shout from the rooftops when they do. We gush, and oooh-and-aaah, and make everyone else feel bad (not intentionally – it’s just happens). *If you deny ever feeling upset over this sort of thing, you’re lying. I’ve felt it. It’s a deep sadness like none other.

 

Fifteen years ago, I lost a baby half-way through a pregnancy and no matter where I turned a pregnant woman turned up. It was a constant reminder of what I couldn’t have. During the time, my husband and I were shopping for bicycle carriers for our toddler. They only sold the trailer with two seats—the possibility of being able to carry a second child to term was extinct in my mind. I cried, raged, and stomped out of the bicycle store in a hormonal fit, demanding a seat for one child or no seat at all.

 

Point being, each and every week, books on top of books are released. EVERYONE is literally releasing books. Our colleagues are almost always releasing alongside us—sometimes you’re the one to hit it big, other times, you’re not. This has happened to me more times than I can count on one hand. I eat a cookie or five, put on my smile and thinking cap, and try to understand what I can do differently on the business end.

I say I’m not going to read reviews, but I do and eat more cookies.

It’s fine. I wake up, run a few miles, and begin brainstorming. There is the creative side and the business side. My story needs to come to me, simmer and fester in my brain. The business stuff is less complicated.

 

At least it should be.

 

So why is everyone fighting?

 

AND you know they are. Marketing budgets, are they in KU?, Such-and-such blurbed them, or they must know the algorithm become major points of discussion (to name a few).

 

AND why? Reality is: Authors have different marketing budgets. Take your local bakery and Dunkin Donuts—do they have the same advertising budget? No. They can’t possibly. But maybe the local yokels think strategically, place ads smartly and involve influencers, so they can expand to two stores or three——> grow their business IN BABY STEPS.

 

 

I firmly believe at the base of all this fighting is this: Somewhere along the line we forgot this wasn’t just for fun but it’s business.

 

Take for example this email I received the other day.

(Editor’s Note: In my other life, I freelance write and blog for various media outlets and companies).

A particular company wanted me to cover something. It was a product/services in return for coverage, something I don’t often do but this one I’m considering.

 

They asked me this:

 

YouTube Link:

YouTube Subscribers:

Monthly Unique Visitors:

Average # Comments:

How long you've had the blog:

Purpose/main topic of your blog:

Instagram Username:

# Instagram Followers?   Send Link:

Instagram Username:

# Twitter Followers?   Send Link:

Twitter Handle: Send Link:

# of Facebook Fans/Likes?   Send Link:

Any other Social Media stats you would like to share:

 

Chew on the above for a minute and what it means.

 

Yes, I know for a while, there was some discrimination in handing out Advanced Copies to bloggers, which of course led to arguing. Smaller bloggers were being ignored (***wrongly, because it’s an engagement issue – number of unique visitors/comments/likes combined type stuff).

 

What it means is much larger. This is business people. BUSINESS. And if done right, feelings are left out of it. Even the ones we feel when we read bad reviews!

 

Business based on a creative product isn’t easy.

BUT the business side is not founded in creative blah-blah. IT’s founded in numbers, stats, budgets, reach, frequency, click thru ratio, etc. IT’s based in reality.

 

So, when we fight, we make ourselves look like we don’t take publishing seriously. When we bash, vaguebook over stupid shit, and go after one another, we take away from the hard work our industry demands.

 

Being an indie author is like leading a double life. We have a creative side to us, but in order for anyone to actually read our creative stuff, we need to put on our business hat.

Put Some Respect on THIS and Every Romance Author's Name. #authorlife

Occasionally, I get a wild hair and start waxing poetic on #authorlife over here. Okay, sometimes more than occasionally.

In my mind, there's a lot of meat to being an author. Independent or trade published—makes no difference. It's hard work. Yeah, I know you're busy too. We're all freaking busy. Sue me.

Anyways, in the book world, we spend 200% of our time marketing, and 100% of our time writing, editing, and missing deadlines. Yet, something else I know: THAT equals 300% and that's not really a number. Sue me again. I'm a writer not a mathematician.

So when someone says some bullshit comment to my mom like, "Oh, your daughter writes smut, porn, insert whatever slur you'd like," it really burns me the fuck up. And, yes that F BOMB was intentional. I don't even bother defending myself or all of my amazing colleagues anymore.

Romance is a huge category (chew on this: In 2013, Romance accounted for 13% of Fiction consumed and in 2016, it was a whopping 29%...NUMBERS DO NOT LIE).

As an author who straddles Women's Fiction, Coming of Age Stories & Romance, I love my romance readers. They're bold, fierce and independent. I've grown close with many, and they live for a good story. Dirty or not, they adore the journey and of course, the happy ending. The world around us can be a shitty place, so what's wrong with a little escapism?

It's what goes into all of that from our side. Countless hours running reader groups and takeovers, tweeting, Facebooking, and setting ads. Then, there are all the thankless tasks like uploading, dealing with error messages, emailing Amazon when something goes wrong, and most, most important, keeping up with an industry that changes DAILY. Trends, publishing guidelines, popular tropes...it can be endless. But we do it and LOVE it.

SO #putsomerespectonmyname and don't ever diminish what we do.

Signing OFF, RB

xoxoxo

Donut Making Time: All the THINGS, #authorlife commentary and more.

It's the little things.

No doubt, you've heard this expression no less than a million times if you're over FORTY, like me.

There's a reason why. It's the truth. The little things are what makes a difference in life, love, liberty, the pursuit of happiness and business.

Since I started out writing five-bazillion years ago, it never fails...I always end up circling back to the little things.

One of my little things rules is: do [shit] stuff for others.

Like how we should do unto others...we should do for others.

Lately, there's been way too much taking and not giving. I recently saw a colleague of mine basically drop me because I couldn't help her on a particular project. Now, hold up...I just said about doing for others?!?!?

Well, to be honest, I had done and done and done for this person, and the one time I couldn't...well, you get the picture. That's not the way to handle yourself. BECAUSE the other side of the coin of the little things are the BIG THINGS.

When the BIG thing is all about taking, using and/or dropping someone like a wet noodle. Quite simply, that's not cool. Little things are not meant to be snagged in an endless one-way supply.

Back to the little things. Right about when I was feeling funkadelic and pissed off, my girl Michelle over at AfterDark Book Lovers Blog saved the day. Like donuts from heaven, she messaged me and said, "HEYA, there's a KU group and they would love your books. Can I add you?" Or something along those lines. 

BTW, Michelle and her girls, Grace and YaYa are class acts. They run a top-notch blog, support the writing community undyingly and do it with style.

Anyway, Michelle adds me to the group and these KU ladies are lovely and saying such nice things to me. Hey now, we all need nice things said to us now and again.

Anyway, it's the little things. Michelle did a little thing that basically was a BIG deal today.

~ Rachel

[This snippet is part of a series of snippets in which I share my take and opinions on the author life and women in writing/business. Like on Twitter, people say: opinions are my own. They are just that. Mine. And yes, I know doughnuts is misspelled.]

Donut Making Time: #authorlife commentary part ONE

This is the first installment in a new series, I've affectionately titled, "Donut Making Time."

YES, I know Donut is really spelled Doughnut.

What's more important is this will be a series of posts dedicated to the craft of writing. The business side along with the creative side. It will feature my opinions and experience with a decent helping of positivity and sarcasm, so take it or leave it. 

Don’t turn a hobby into a jobby.

 

It’s one of my favorite quotes/sayings, and I have to be one hundred percent transparent: I forget where I heard it. If this saying belongs to you, raise your hand high so I can give credit where credit is due!

 

Over the last decade, I’ve built a number of entrepreneurial ventures from a self-sufficient, reputable, moneymaking blog to licensing a product and being awarded a U.S. Patent to publishing seven independent titles.

“You’re a creative,” I hear often. I don’t consider myself to be one, but I guess I am. That being said, I consider myself a businesswoman.

Business strategy is the common thread with everything I’ve done.

Yes, I love to write. Lifestyle columns, fiction, and opinionated prose: I love it all.

I spent years prototyping and “crafting” as I liked to call it when creating my product.

And blogging is an art in and of itself. It’s crafting a message in a way that’s authentic, personal, and PROFESSIONAL.

 

Except, none of the above would have happened without strategy and forethought.

 

Maybe I make it look easy (I don’t know, people say that, but to me…it’s all hard work). This is not a new thing, but lots and lots of people want to be bloggers and writers and both. They want free items (doesn’t happen so easily) and they want to top the chart over at the BIG ‘Zon (even less likely).

 

BUT here’s the thing…it’s very rare when this happens without deep marketing (elbow grease + budget) and exceptional planning.

Who is going to find your blog? How will they find it? Why should they read it?

The same can be said of your book. Not to mention, is your blurb intriguing? How do you plan to reach new readers? How about your cover? Is it inviting? Appealing?

 

You want free stuff? What are your blog’s numbers? Unique Visitors? Commenters? Engaged readers? Do you know?

Oh, you want a publishing deal? ^^ See above. Same stuff.

 

Point being, there is a lot of hard work behind the scenes to turn a passion into a bona-fide business. I strongly feel you should love what you’re doing. But in order to do what you love, you may have to do a lot of shit you don’t love.

 

This post brought to you by being called “inspirational” on Twitter this morning. HA!

Well, I would say painfully truthful, yet inspirational (and sarcastic).

Hey Dudes: Mother's Day is Coming!

Mother's Day is fast approaching and over on my other blog, I often detail what that day means to me and/or what every mom needs or wants. Anyway, this morning at 5 a.m. (yes, I am up that early), I decided to pick out a few must-haves for moms who love to read.

Soooo, pass this little post onto your man and let him do the clicking.

I discovered this pillow on Etsy...and it's customizable. I think mine should read: Drink Coffee, Read, Read Some More.

 

 

I've been wanting these wine bottles for-freaking-ever, BUT they do not ship alcohol to Pennsylvania. For some of you who live in more lenient states, these are a MUST!

 

 

OKAY, this Mug DOESN'T really have to do with reading but I want it to use while reading.

Last but not least, did you know I offer signed paperbacks?

I DO! Which always makes a GREAT gift! Just sayin'

Happy Mother's day!

xoxox

Rachel

If you don't have anything nice to say...you know the saying.

This blog has sat dormant for a while, and there's no good explanation other than I don't have any words. SHOCKING! An author with no words.

I just don't.

And I shouldn't be using the word just.

I simply don't.

I've been saving all my words for my books, but every night as I go to sleep, I wish I had some extra words. I'd write about how hard self-publishing is and the many behind-the-scenes facets. I'd vomit up how important reviews are, and yet many are disappearing from Amazon. Daily. I would speak to the agonizing decision of participating in KU vs. NOT. Mostly, I'd complain about the loneliness that often accompanies writing.

It's a good thing I don't have any words left because they would come out all negative and twisted when I should simply be grateful.

And I am. 

For you.

Readers. Who make my world a little less lonely and A LOT brighter!

XOXO,

R

Coming Soon with all my words.

Coming Soon with all my words.

DOLCE Cover Reveal ALMOST Here!

I know, I know...it's agony waiting to see the cover of an upcoming book.

Believe me, I have the patience of a two year old, and there is nothing more that I would like to do than show you the teaser. BUT the gals over at Southern Belles would shoot me (okay, not really...but they are going to do a beautiful job of revealing the cover).

ANYWAY, get ready because DOLCE is coming. 

ADD it to your TBR here.

And because you are the best... a quick teaser.

 

XOXO,

Rachel

 

An Ode to My Readers

(I'm back to rambling instead of doing what I should be doing) Last week, I shipped my fifth book off to the editor.

Earlier this week, I wrote a prologue for book number six.

Does that make me an expert? A seasoned author? I don't know––

But every morning this week, I took pause. Time to reflect on my writing career, the romance industry as a whole and what we can be doing better...as authors, mostly myself.

My books have seen medium success. More than that, I have a really amazing group of readers. I talk to most of them. Ask them, and they will tell you. If they message or email, I write back. If they write reviews, I like them. It was easy with one book and one reader and with each release, it takes a little more time. BUT this is something, I will never give up.

Listen carefully, I'm going to share my biggest trade secret:

Readers make it all happen.

Whether they blog big time or for small peanuts, tweet, share on Facebook and/or simply leave reviews. Without readers, we are nothing.

Meeting a new reader, reaching a brand new pair of eyeballs is like grabbing the holy grail for an author. It's why we don't spend all day in our robes, eating donuts and writing books (that's only 50% of the time). We get online every day and chat, go to signings and hand out swag and smile for photos and sign kindle covers, and do giveaways.

Does my time on email and social media drive my family bonkers? Yes.

Do my eyes feel like they're going to cross at the end of the day? Yes.

Do I still love what I do? Yes.

Do I dream of my books making it big time? We all do. We just lie and say we don't.

This week among all the riffraff and chatter (low sales, new strategies), it was suggested I write "something en vogue" or join KU or every other theory as to what I could be doing to be more successful. Which is why I took pause...because what does SUCCESS mean?

Absolutely, this is my business––100%––and I have to sell books, make a profit, pay my assistant (because she is away and crap, everything is falling apart).

BUT still success can't just be in the number. It is but it isn't I told myself.

If it were only in a number, I wouldn't write what's in my head but rather what is expected.

If it were only in a number, I would NOT answer emails and messages and send signed books to Colorado when a reader cannot make a signing.

If it were only in a number, I wouldn't worry about Mandy (my first reader) and her health. Seriously, I do.

If it were only for a number, I wouldn't have created these stories and the ones to come. Stories from my heart and my head.

Hence,

Readers make it all happen.

SO, as I start book number SIX, I take pause and think to myself of all the blessings, the good parts, the highs and forget the lows because of the readers. They may be few, but they're mighty and growing.

Thank you. ~R

Saying Goodbye to Characters isn't so EASY #writerproblems

I’ve been a little down this week... After putting a few finishing touches on my latest work-in-progress and getting it ready to send to my editor, a huge let-down washed over me. It is hard to explain, but it happens to me every time I finish a story. There are those long endless days or weeks that all seem to blend together. The days I’ve spent all alone with those characters––in my robe, drinking coffee, eating nothing but snacks and breaking only for Chinese takeout with my family. My brain begins to think like the people I’m writing as I hum the music they’d listen to, and they are very, very real to me. Not in some psychotic sense, but in my mind, the main and side characters come to life, instructing me to put their story on paper.

As a person, I don’t generally squee or eeek or gasp over the people who come to life in my imagination. Perhaps, I’m overly attached and nervous to share. Maybe it is an unhealthy dose of separation anxiety or nerves over whether you––the reader––will accept my characters. Often, they’re flawed, not perfect beings trying to live their lives and fucking up while they do it.

 

Writer Rant by Rachel Blaufeld

 

With my latest project, I realized that if I want or need to do one simple thing as a writer, it is to make my readers think and question what they are told to believe.

Starting with my first heroine, Sienna. She’s a religious woman turned stripper––not for kicks, but for freedom and safety from her tyrant of a husband. At one book club, I was called a particular religion basher and asked why I wrote this? I took it in stride, as Sienna is a survivor, my woman of valor who commanded her own destiny, and wasn’t created without the necessary research. When you dig, you find, and that’s what I did. If I made one or two readers question what may be hiding underneath some, a very few, and definitely not all religious sects than I did my job.

Then, there’s Asher, the star of my Electric Tunnel series and Smoldered. He is such a psychological wreck, the product of no parental supervision and a degenerate of the Las Vegas streets who did the best he could. He cannot get his personal life together, and he cheats and acts a fool and tears down homes and ruins relationships when love is right in front of him. Some hate him, won’t read him for his lousy cheating ways. To me, he’s every bit as lovable and broken, and watching him climb out from under the boulders weighing down on top of him makes me fall a little bit harder for him. After all, the notion is not all of us came from the same loving place where we learned to cherish what’s in front of us. Sometimes, men and women need a swift kick in the ass as adults to understand this.

I’m not going to take apart each of my characters. They all have their own distinct issues and hurdles, and writing their journeys, bringing to life their passion and pitfalls––that’s my greatest passion. In my latest––Vérité––I decided to take a different approach. A good guy meets a screwed up, mixed up, train wreck of a girl. I take down stereotypes––not just gender roles, but way more. Creating people who are not what you think they will be, breathing life into them has been my main focus for the past two months, and now I’m sending them to get them ready to share.

I already miss them, hope you love them, and treat them with the same respect I’ve come to have for them. So, it is a bittersweet moment like sending your kid to kindergarten. It’s time to let go, but that doesn’t mean it’s easy.

 

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Thank you to all of you who have cared for my characters. XOXO ~ R

 

First Time Excerpt and #Teaser - vérité - Standalone New Adult Novel

Woohoo, I've been writing nonstop, and I'm so excited to reveal the FIRST ever teaser and excerpt for vérité! This story took hold of my brain, and I just had to let it out. A steamy new adult book that will make you think and question where the truth can be found when it comes to love. Sometimes it's in the most unexpected places... Tingly

 

Blurb:

That's me - Tingly Simmons - athlete, foreign-language major, professor lover, obsessed idiot girl. Definitely not a frat rat or sorority slut. I've never ever played beer pong.

I ditched the vapid, soulless high-society life of Los Angeles for the promise of something more meaningful in rural Ohio. Accepting a track scholarship for college, I tried running my way to happiness, but instead I ended up sleeping with my French professor and falling head over heels for him.

When that relationship fell apart so did I.

Barely hanging on by a thread and using the most absurd coping skills, I was determined to hide behind my past indiscretions. That was, until I met Tiberius Jones.

Never in my wildest dreams did I think I'd learn the truth about love from a six-foot-five basketball player.

Add to your Goodreads Shelf here

 

Excerpt:

My new friend sat next to me, very tall and yet broad. I couldn’t stop my eyes from drifting, taking little side glances at him while I pretended to read. The room was warm, and when he tugged off his hood and lifted his sweatshirt over his head, his T-shirt rode up, revealing the standard-issue six-pack for male athletes.

I shook my head, forcing myself to focus on the book in front of me, but my attention wandered again as he pulled out a textbook for freshman English. God, he’s a freshman. Was that what I was reduced to…ogling jail bait?

The guy was crazy handsome in an exotic way. His skin was a rich brown—neither dark nor light. In stark contrast, his eyes were the palest shade of blue I’d ever seen. They were two translucent aquamarine orbs that complemented a perfectly formed nose, well-defined eyebrows, and luscious lips. His hair was clipped tight, but would probably curl if allowed to grow. And then there were his arms. Every time he moved, his sleeves lifted past his bulging biceps and defined triceps.

There was zero fat on this dude’s body. He was a specimen. For a freshman. Not to mention, he was probably one of those beer-pong-loving jocks about to turn frat boy.

And I wasn’t getting involved with anyone—certainly not with a party boy with looks to kill, and trouble written all over his long, lean frame.

I hadn’t realized I’d spent the whole hour studying this kid until the proctor stood and dismissed us. When I tossed my book back into my bag and stood to leave, the object of my obsession unfolded himself from his tiny chair and said, “Hello, officially this time. I’m Tiberius. Guess I’ll see you tomorrow night?”

“I guess,” I said, and turned to head toward the door.

“You got a name?” he asked from behind me.

Surprised, I turned to face him and hugged my bag closer, like a shield. “I’m sorry, that was rude. Tingly,” I said, waving my fingers in the air as if they were asleep and all tingly. It was my go-to expression when telling someone my name, really more a defense than an explanation. I’d rather make light of something so toxic than reveal the disgust that rolled through my stomach every time I heard someone shout Ting…leee.

“Well, I dunno know what sport you play, Tingleee, but you could definitely win the weirdest-name-I-ever-heard contest,” he said with a chuckle. “This may be the first time I met anyone with a stranger name than me.”

Sadness bled through me. God, even this kid couldn’t just leave my name be; it did nothing more than remind me of my past. The one before Pierre, the real reason I was such a mess. Except there wasn’t enough therapy in the world to get me to relive that shit.

“I know,” I whispered as I turned again to leave.

“Tingly,” he called out. “Hey, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Don’t be mad; I thought it was funny. I don’t know. I’m so stupid,” he yelled after me.

As I walked away, I waved my hand in the air and dismissed his apology. “It’s fine,” I yelled back, then ran down the stairs and out of the building. ~ ©Rachel Blaufeld, 2015

 

Other books by Rachel Blaufeld:

Electrified: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks

Smoldered: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks

Redemption Lane: Amazon | Barnes & Noble | iBooks