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Here is the last sneak peek of our book Sticking to Emma Daniels before it premieres tomorrow! You can read more about our book right here and you can pre-order for $2.99 here. All proceeds will go towards removing ads on our site!
We plan on stair stepping the price up to $4.99 starting on Monday. So we will move it to $3.99 on Monday and then go up to $4.99 probably by the next Monday and keep it there. Though we are new to all this so we are open to suggestions if there is anyone who has ever self-published out there and has some good advice!
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They headed out of the hospital around 2 pm, after the nurse checked him over one last time. Neither of them spoke to the other. Mostly because Henry was steaming at having to be babysat and felt gross in his attire and his head hurt and he was currently terrified of sleeping like he was five years old again and monsters would invade his dreams. Emma appeared to not want to upset him any more than he already was.
“I got you a cold drink,” she said, presenting an ice-cold 44 ounce of water. “Courtesy of VIP services, fresh from the room’s fridge. There’s even ice in it. Maybe it can help you stay awake.”
She stopped talking when it was clear that Henry was not going to add anything to this conversation. She was cute but cute only got you so far. He was annoyed, gross, and still broke.
“Can I check my luggage, please?” Henry asked when they got to her car.
Emma threw on her workplace smile and obliged with an air that she had dealt with much tougher clients than Henry, so she knew how to deal with people who wanted nothing to do with her. It was all about being charming and useful but not overbearing. She opened the trunk amiably and stepped to the side.
Henry took one look at it and said, “Okay, that’s good.”
“That’s good?” Emma asked. “You sure you don’t want to look inside it?”
“I just wanted to check to see if you had it, I can tell it’s mine from looking at it.”
“Oh, so that’s why you took the wrong one?” The words came out before Emma could even restrain herself. She turned her workplace smile into an innocent playful one to ease the slight.
Henry gave her the once over. “How do I know you didn’t take mine?”
“I was last to pick up the luggage. It was standing in one of those luggage lines, waiting for me.”
“Well, you took it the second time.”
“Yeah, sorry,” Emma said walking to the passenger side then muttered, “I don’t know how I did that. I wasn’t distracted at all.”
“I’m sorry?” Henry said hopping in on the other side.
“I’m sorry?” Emma said looking faux confused. She put the cold bottle in the drink holder between them which sprouted into an invisible fence with barbed wires.
So, yep, Henry was in no hurry to press that issue any further. If they were going to be stuck together for three hours (because he did not want to even think about six) then it was best to be cordial. Although, not gonna lie, he was already thinking of the best way to ditch her.
“We can go to the restaurant first and get my luggage and then –”
“No, no, no, I have to change first. I can’t go around smelling and looking like this. It’s gross.”
“You can handle it. You’ve been sleeping like that for over an hour.”
“I don’t actually smell things in my sleep. Would you like to be all gross while a stranger drove you around?” He looked through the barbed wire fence and gave her his auntie-approved trademarked smile.
Emma gave him the once over. “My suitcase is closer.”
“At that restaurant where you slapped that guy’s head off? Are you going to walk in and get it?” He had to bring in the big guns.
She took in a breath that made Henry think he might have won this argument. “Where do you want to go to? We don’t have that much time for you to change.”
“Not far, plus I have to go meet my client again too, who knows what she is thinking.” He looked at his phone and saw several missed calls from Bradley. He opened it to call him.
Though he opened it at the most inopportune moment right when Emma was feeling forgiving and asked, “Tell me what you need, and I can make a list –”
Henry, fully out of his comfort zone, head slightly ringing, and embarrassingly babysat put one finger up to shush Emma. It was his only desperate grip to power at the moment. If only he saw the dragon-ball-size rage that ignited in her chest.
She grabbed his finger like she was going to break it.
Henry felt a spark of electricity shoot from Emma into his finger, through his entire hand, travel up some kind of nerve in his arm, and dance a jig right behind his left ear. He quickly averted his attention from cellphone-Bradley and into raging-luggage-lady’s eyes that were – intense. Not I-will-hurt-you intense but more on the, you-better-not-quiet-me-right-now-or-I-will-break-you-with-the-fire-of-1000 suns intense.
He stopped talking to Bradley immediately.
Emma spoke with calm and biting resonance that could only be from the place where that slap from Hades came from. “I am not going to be shushed on the day I caught my ex-boyfriend cheating on me and was forced to babysit a brat that stole my luggage. Let’s get that one thing straight.”
Thank you for reading chapter seven! This is the last week to Pre-order for $2.99 before the book starts to stair step to $4.99 on Monday!