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Title: IN OTHER WORDS
Author: Jennifer Woodhull
Genre: Romantic Comedy
About IN OTHER WORDS
Dexter
We became close friends in college. When Sinclair returns home to Dallas after two years in New York, I introduce her to my best friend Cole. The good-looking playboy ballplayer is the perfect kind of guy for the woman I'm sure would never be interested in me...even if seeing them together breaks my heart.
Sinclair
He was the nerdy PhD candidate. I was the cheerleader. We made unlikely friends. Moving back home after two years away, he looks hotter than ever. When I start dating his ballplayer best friend, things get complicated. He doesn't see me as girlfriend material...but I can't get him, or my feelings for him, out of my head.
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Exclusive Excerpt
“She’s so fucking
pretty,” Cole says, lolling his head back and forth against the headrest of my
Tesla.
The phrase irritates
the crap out of me. I feel like I want to punch him. Not that I’ve ever punched
anyone, but that’s what this feels like—like I want to commit violence against
my friend for using such a pedestrian description for a creature as indescribably
spectacular as Clair.
“I don’t know though,
man. She said she’d go out with me, but I’m not really sure she likes me.” Cole
shakes his head. “It makes me kinda nervous. Usually, girls love me.” He turns
to me and wriggles his eyebrows. “I mean, they really love me. It’s just…I don’t know. She’s different.”
“She is different. She’s intelligent, kind,
inquisitive, funny...She’s definitely not like anyone else I know.” My response
is a knee-jerk reaction in defense of the woman that holds so much of my heart.
I immediately regret it saying these things, though. Idiot. Why are you selling him on how great she is? He already got
something I’ll never have—a date with her.
“What sorta stuff
should I talk to her about?” He asks.
“What do you usually
talk to your dates about?”
“I usually say. ‘Hi.
I’m a famous athlete. Also, I’m rich and have a huge cock. Let’s go to your
place.’ Then they say okay, and we go
to their place and fuck. If they’re good at it, I keep going back, and then
we’re basically dating.” He shrugs.
I pull into the
driveway and the gate closes behind us. I drop my head to the steering wheel and
let out a long, deep breath.
“Cole, let me be
clear,” I say carefully. “Clair is my friend. She’s my best friend.”
“I thought I was your
best friend.”
“You’re my best male
friend. She’s my best friend.”
“So I’m not your best friend? Ouch, bro.”
“You’re in the top
two.”
Only
two, really, but that’s not really the point.
“That’s not so bad, I
guess. Hey, imagine if me and Sinclair got married someday. When you come to
visit us, you’d get to see your two best friends at once!” He grins.
I’m dying. Oxygen is
no longer getting into my bloodstream and my organs are shutting down. It’s the
only explanation I can think of for the hell in which I find myself trapped.
“Again, Cole, let me
be crystal clear. Do not treat Clair
like some piece of ass. Don’t just sleep with her if you’re not serious about
her.” My words are a caution.
He looks at me and
his expression is earnest. “I wouldn’t do that, Dexter. I’m not an asshole.”
“I know you’re not an
asshole. I just mean…” I blow out a breath and turn to him. “I know sometimes
you date women and it’s just for fun. Clair is…she’s really important to me.
Please don’t use her if you don’t see her as more than someone to go out with a
couple of times, then move on from.” I hold his gaze, and he seems to get that
I’m serious.
“Dude…do you like
her? Should I not have asked her out—were you going to make a move?” He asks.
The weight of that
question hangs in the air for a moment. My heartbeat is so loud, I’m sure any
passerby could hear it. The blood courses through my veins with such fervor, I
feel as if my arteries will burst.
Should
I have made a move?
I don’t think she’d
have been remotely interested in changing the dynamic of our relationship, but
I was never brave enough to find out. After tonight, I feel, somehow, like I’ll
never get the opportunity to know for sure.
“We’re just friends.
We’ve always been just friends,” I reply.
It doesn’t answer his
question, but the subtle ambiguity of my response is lost on my friend.
“Okay, I was just
making sure. Cause, dude,” he shakes his head. “She’s hot as hell. As long as
I’m not stepping on your toes…I’m totally going for it.”
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About the Author
We all need moments of escape. With all the demands on us day in and day out, we each need something just for ourselves. Perhaps nothing provides a private moment - a brief respite from every day - like escaping into a great story. When you pick up one of my books I hope you find that place that you can escape to. Explore the streets of Paris with new heroines or fly around the world to reclaim your lost love with a favorite hero. Whether it's the romance that takes your breath away or those climactic encounters that make your pulse race, I hope you find that solitary moment of enjoyment while lost in one of my stories.
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