Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Need Me by Shelley K. Wall

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NEED ME
BY SHELLEY K. WALL

Blurb

Aspiring journalist Caroline Sanders doesn’t have time for frat parties and college keggers—not even when the gorgeous Roger Freeman climbs into her car unexpectedly one night on campus. The two are inexplicably drawn together but when Caroline’s offered a prestigious internship that could lead to a job at The New York Times, she leaves Roger behind for more serious prospects. Six years later, back home and starting a new career as a florist, she’s shocked to run into Roger again. He’s never forgotten the girl who left him to find herself, though he’s certainly tried. As the two begin seeing each other and grow closer, he finds it impossible to resist falling for her once more. What he doesn’t know is that Caroline’s life over the last few years has been filled with tragedy, and the adventurous and exciting woman he remembers is all but gone. Is Roger ready to risk his heart again, and is Caroline ready to trust him with her story?

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NEED ME
BY SHELLEY K. WALL

Excerpt

Caroline Sanders sat in her silver-bullet gray Land Rover outside frat house row. She loved the way the buildings looked—so clean and perfectly manicured. Sure, the frat boys inside were party animals bent on throwing their parents into financial ruin while they drank, chased girls, and studied-slash-cheated their way to fancy degrees. Tonight was no exception. The red traffic light glared at her while rap music blared from the house to her right. Geeze, a party on a Thursday night? Don’t they have exams like the rest of us?

She’d just finished one of the many photography gigs that helped pay the bills while she pursued that elusive journalism degree. The traffic light switched to green, but just as she moved her foot to the gas pedal, her passenger door flew open and a bulky frame dropped into her seat. Was she getting carjacked?

“Go. Go. Come on, the light’s green.” The panicked student-looking carjacker shoved the dash as if to propel them forward.

Caroline didn’t budge. She took in the wavy, brown hair that fell over chocolate eyes, the dimpled face that gave away a propensity to laugh regardless of his current fear. He didn’t look like a criminal. His clothes were clean, though tattered, and he held a can of something in his hand. Not beer. She glanced at his gold fingers. Spray paint?

She lifted a brow then looked behind him. On the trunk of the tree in the front yard of the beautiful house was a haphazard drawing in gold—of a kid whizzing on the tree. How childish. “You did not just do that. What are you, twelve?”

Footsteps thundered toward the car. “You’d better hit the gas unless you want to get blamed, too.” The guy reached a foot over the console and slammed his flip-flop-clad toes over hers.

Against her will, she sped through the light. He kept his foot in place. No chance of turning at the current speed. Another green light accommodated their escape.

A quick glance in the rearview mirror showed half a dozen preppies standing in the street watching their taillights. Gulp. They probably had memorized her plate number.

“You realize you just made me an accomplice to whatever happened back there. Please tell me I won’t be tracked down for vandalism.”

The guy gave her a quick preview of the dimpled smile he probably used frequently. “Don’t worry, I painted over your license plate before I got in the car. You’re safe.”

Oh, that’s comforting.

He returned his leg to the passenger seat and glanced out the window. “You can pull over up there and drop me off. My house is a couple blocks away.”

Caroline shook her head. “No way. You jump in my car after doing … whatever you did back there … and my car is probably the only thing all those guys remember. Plus there’s gold paint on my license plate that just happens to match the crime scene—”

“There’s no crime … or at least nothing serious. You’ve read too many spy novels. That was payback. Besides, they won’t report anything because they don’t want us to report them.” He rolled the window down. As they passed the lake in front of the student union, he flung the can out hard. Splash.

“Yes, and you just tossed the only thing that linked you to the artwork you left behind. Now my gold-enhanced license plate makes things even worse. No sir, I am not taking you all the way home. Better yet, why don’t I just circle around and drop you right back where I found you?”

The dimples went still. “You wouldn’t do that, would you? They’d beat both of us into oblivion.”

blog_303About the author, Shelley K. Wall…

Shelley was born near Kansas City, the middle daughter of three. She is a graduate of Oklahoma State University with additional post graduate work there and at the University of Wyoming extension in Casper. She has a career in technology outside of her writing endeavors.

Other titles by Shelley include Numbers Never Lie (2012) – Amazon Bestseller, Bring It On(2012), The Designated Drivers’ Club(2012), Disgruntled (2013), Flood Flash and Pheromones(2013), Chloe’s Secret(2013), Text Me(2014), Find Me(2014) and Need Me(2015.) She is represented by Dawn Dowdle of Blue Ridge Literary Agency.

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Links to Shelley’s website, blog, books, etc.

Available at: Amazon, Barnes & Noble, & Kobo

Contact Shelley:
swall@shelleykwall.com

Website: http://shelleykwall.com

Amazon:
http://www.amazon.com/Shelley-K.-Wall/e/B0067BOIZO/ref=ntt_athr_dp_pel_1

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http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/Shelley-K-Wall?store=allproducts&keyword=Shelley+K+Wall

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2 Responses to Karen’s Killer Book Bench: Need Me by Shelley K. Wall

  1. Karen Docter says:

    Welcome to Karen’s Killer Book Bench, Shelley. Great excerpt. I think I’d go nuts if a man jumped into my car like that. She’s a lot more together than I’d be! 🙂

  2. Glenda says:

    That’s a heck of a way to meet someone!

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