by Jeremy T. Ringfield
GENRE: New Adult Contemporary Romantic Suspense
This story is about Abram, a hopeless romantic who enrolls into college and begins leaving love notes for the girl, Jec, who works at the front desk of his student apartments. About why they know each other when neither have even met. That's right, she had seen his face only two weeks earlier, when he tossed his book bag in the middle of the street, holding up traffic like a mad homeless man. But what she doesn't know is that just before he came to grab his keys to move in, the handsome albeit strange eyes and the person they belong to had just been released from the county jail.
The jail cell talk without any cameras around to record make his last 51 minutes in the pen with a sketchy bunkmate a do or die conversation that may explain why he became homeless, why he wrote the love letters in the first place, and if both were random at all.
It is the guy from the fire pit of whom Bobby was just joking about that is now approaching the front desk where I sit, and my heart rate begins to decrease as I feel the baritone boomp-boomp in my chest getting slower. But I cannot not look away, for he looks as if he got ran over by a train this morning from this closer view and I am not sure what is about to happen next.
I think, have we not already asked what of vanity is so serious? Or is our ultra-modern scientific understanding unresponsive to the inward call of good will? Does it need a new face?
But there is something underneath the wreckage that is dark, and handsome. I’ve got a secret thing for bad boys, and this one looks like just the right amount of danger.
I inhale a deep slow breath of air just before he begins to speak.
“May I ask for the keys of the apartment I am renting please? Here is my check. My name is Abram Wedger and I am two weeks late from my move-in date.”
I let out a long slow breath.
He is gazing directly into my eyes and for a brief moment I felt I knew.
“Of course” I tell him, and then proceed to retrieve the keys to his apartment in the file cabinet. As I turn in my chair, I clumsily knock the pen holder onto the floor, scattering a few pens and pencils. I blush, then kneel to the floor, placing a knee on the ground as I pick up the utensils that are nearer to my front foot. I hastily return the pen holder to the counter trying to save face before walking to the back office and realizing one of my earrings fell out of my ear.
What is wrong with me?
When I return, he is still standing in the exact same spot, facing in the exact same direction, as if stoic in time, space, and emotion. I swiftly pick my earring up off the floor, and place it into my ear lobe.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
Jeremy lives in Colorado Springs, Colorado. He grew up in the south Atlanta area, where he eventually earned a football scholarship to Duke University. After experiencing enough life to form his own opinions, he enjoys sharing some with friends, reading, watching fantasy thriller and romance films, listening to music, and jogging when he is not writing. He writes new adult fiction.
Jeremy would love to hear from you. Follow him on Twitter @JTRingfield, friend him on Facebook, or visit his webpage at www.jeremytringfield.com
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Interview with Jeremy T. Ringfield
Have you ever had an imaginary friend?
I don’t think I ever have. I was lucky to have a twin sister who was always my best friend while I grew up.
Do you have any phobias?
Heights for sure. I like my feets square on the ground. And I mean square.
Do you listen to music when you're writing?
A lot of the time. Heck, I’d say about 90% of the time. I don’t know what it is about music that drowns out the now and embellishes my imagination, but I love it. Especially slow jams for me.
Do you ever read your stories out loud?
Rarely, but I do. I tend to read them out loud to try to confirm a rhythm or cadence I desire.
Tell us about your main character and who inspired him/her.
I was inspired by the HeForShe movement, and dedicated the book to a particular close friend of mine. With that said, I sort of have two main characters. Two lovers, and both of them are a part of me. Abram is more of my reality, and Jec is more of my fantasy. And both were born of the same inspiration within these two different contexts. Abram, the male, was inspired by those closest to me, especially my family. Jec, the female, was inspired by the dreams I hear from men and women all around the world who support the HeForShe movement. He is who I am, and she is who I hear.
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