what goes on in that beautiful mind.”
“Raine...” She was getting flustered. Worse, it was happening in a yoga class, which was pretty much the last place she should be feeling that way. Breathe. She closed her eyes and did just that. When she opened them again, she saw she had Raine’s rapt attention.
“You were saying?” he murmured. She felt a flutter in her stomach. Did he have to be so charming?
“I was saying...” She paused for a moment, trying in vain to collect her thoughts. “That I’m not that kind of girl,” she finished.
“Not that kind of girl to what?” he asked. “Be propositioned?”
“I barely know you. I can’t answer if I want a twosome or threesome with you.”
“A-ha.” Raine looked triumphant. “So you would think about a threesome if you knew me.”
“I’m not even thinking about a twosome at the moment. It’s not like we’ve ever been on a date.”
“Hmmm.” He rubbed a hand across the stubble on his chin, looking thoughtful. “You’re right.”
“Thank you.”
“Clearly we need to go on a date. That’s what you’re saying, right?”
Emily felt her mouth open as if to speak, but nothing came out. She closed it again. He grinned.
“Are you always like this?” she finally choked out. His grin grew wider.
“I think I heard that as ‘Yes, Raine, we should totally go on a date. How about tonight?’ And since you suggested it, I think tonight sounds great. Pick you up at seven?”
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Read a scene from Seven Weeks to Forever (A Love Story) by Jennifer Farwell, a book Kirkus Reviews calls “a warm, sparkly love story tinged with wish fulfillment.”
Cassidy Jordan won’t open her heart to anyone, and with good reason. She’s a second-timer, returned from the afterlife after a devastating romance caused her death. All that stands between her and eternity is finding someone named Riley Davis and helping him get his life on track. But nobody told her helping Riley would mean dating him.
When Cassidy realizes she’s falling for Riley, she’s faced with a choice: give him the life he’s meant for and leave this life when it’s time, or give up eternity for the true love she’s never had, knowing Riley will die the same way she did in her first life and that her entire existence could end at any time.
“Candid first-person narration helps draw readers into Cassidy’s mind, inviting them along on her journey of discovery—both of herself and of what it means to be in love. Lovely imagery...” -Publishers Weekly
A scene from Chapter Five
Our fingers brush by accident when we turn around to head back to his car, and for just a second, I think he might take my hand in his. The second passes, though, and he shoves his hands into his pockets. I fumble with my purse, pretending to look for a stick of gum. We walk the rest of the way to the parking garage with about a foot of space between us. Yup, we’ve gone straight back to awkward. Dates are never a good idea.
The radio saves us when Riley starts the car. The song playing is just begging for me to make fun of it.
“Banjos?” I eye him as he pulls out of our parking spot. “Let’s try a rock station, maybe?”
He smirks. “It’s on a rock station.”
“What, did the music director blow out his eardrums at too many real rock shows?”
“Banjos are the new guitar solo. What cave have you been living in?”
“One with much better stations than this.” I lunge for the radio and change the station.
“Keep going,” he warns me. “There’s no dubstep allowed in this car.”
“Yet you allow banjos and call it rock.” I pretend to sigh. “This is a sad day for our friendship.”
“Guess I won’t be giving you my extra ticket to Mumford and Sons.” He turns out of the garage and onto the street.
“I have to wash my hair that night, anyway.”
“You don’t even know what night it is.”
“It doesn’t matter.”
He grins, keeping his eyes on the road. I take the opportunity to study him from out of the corner of my eye while pretending to look at something on my phone. When I focus I can see that our energy is joined together, which doesn’t surprise me since I’m tingling again. Little golden sparkles light up the space where our energy meets. The sparkles get bigger and multiply, and the tingling feeling grows stronger. It’s hard to think or speak, so I turn up the radio and we listen to