Wanderlove, an all-new angst-filled
and emotional standalone romance from Rachel Blaufeld, is available now!
Sick of living under her dad’s rules,
Emerson Bender bolts when she’s eighteen. On her own for the first time, she
heads to the only place her mom ever lived—New York City—desperate to find the
woman who dropped her off on her dad’s doorstep.
Content to spend the rest of his life
in Small Town, Pennsylvania, Price Barnes is plucked out of his idyllic life by
his estranged father. Missing his mom and stepfather, he’s dropped in New York
City to attend college and live an all-expenses paid lifestyle. Cushy, right?
But not the life he wanted.
She’s looking to fill a hole in her
heart, and he’s looking to forget the man who disrupted his life. Together,
they’re both wandering, looking for acceptance and hoping to forget the
rejection.
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Excerpt
Slouched
in the back booth of one of those froufrou cafΓ© places a little later, I pulled
out a book and bit into my egg and turkey bacon on an English muffin.
Yes,
you heard me right. 1. Egg. 2. Turkey bacon. 3. English muffin.
It
was like one of those riddles on the SAT—which, by the way, I wished I hadn’t
taken on a whim in high school, because it made this whole NYC bullshit that
much easier.
Which two of the above three things does not
belong?
If
you answered numbers two and three, you win. Ding, ding, ding! Winner, winner, chicken dinner!
Who
the fuck ate turkey bacon? Not a soul where I came from. And an English muffin
was a poor excuse for a biscuit.
Just
as I sank my teeth into the last bite of nourishment—because turkey bacon
couldn’t possibly be classified as delicious—someone took the table next to me.
Not
one for coffee-shop talk, I took a swig of my OJ and lowered my face deeper
into my book.
“Cannery Row? We read that in high
school,” a female voice said, interrupting my quiet time.
“Hmm.”
I nodded without looking up, desperately trying to maintain invisible
boundaries.
The
smell of fresh coffee filled my nostrils, making me think of my mom. She loved
her morning coffee. Every day, she made a big pot and drink her first mug on
the wraparound porch, sometimes wrapped in a flannel blanket.
“You
okay?” Another interruption.
Looking
up, I found the black-haired beauty who’d run into me earlier. “Yeah, why?”
Slapping my worn book on the table, I suddenly had beef with the pixie
extrovert.
“You
were reading, and all of a sudden looked really sad. Sorry, I didn’t mean to
pry. It’s just . . .”
I
swallowed, wondering how the hell I looked sad, and then I remembered I was
thinking of my mom. So I miss her. I’m no
less of a man. It doesn’t make me a mama’s boy.
“I’m
cool,” I said, rather than explaining the truth.
“We
just saw each other.” She paused, obviously wanting to chat more, and I nodded.
“You
go to school here?” I finally asked.
“No.
It’s nice, though. I was just looking for someone in that building. Didn’t find
her.” She whispered the last part to herself. Only listless for a second, she
brightened back up. “Are you a grad student?”
“Ha,”
I barked. “What? I look too old to play the part of undergrad?”
I
was on the bench seat of my booth, my feet kicked out in front of me; she sat
opposite me, on the chair side of her table. I wondered if her feet even
touched the floor. Compared to my six-foot-two-inch frame, she’d barely hit my
chest when we collided earlier.
“Um
. . .” She looked away, pink rising in her cheeks.
Leaning
forward, I ran my palm over my scruff, trying to remember when I last shaved.
“Returning adult student is what I think they call it. School wasn’t really in
my cards before, and now it is. So here I am.”
Sitting
quietly, she didn’t respond, just raised her brows as if waiting for more of an
explanation.
I
didn’t give her anything more. My story wasn’t all that interesting, anyway.
About Rachel
Rachel Blaufeld is a bestselling author of
Romantic Suspense, New Adult, Coming-of-Age Romance, and Sports Romance. A
recent poll of her readers described her as insightful,
generous, articulate, and spunky.
Originally a social worker, Rachel creates broken yet redeeming characters.
She’s been known to turn up the angst like cranking up the heat in the dead of
winter.
A devout coffee drinker and doughnut eater,
Rachel spends way too many hours in local coffee shops, downing the
aforementioned goodies while she plots her ideas. Her tales may all come with a
side of angst and naughtiness, but end as lusciously as her treats.
As a side note, Blaufeld, also a long-time
blogger and an advocate of woman-run anything, is fearless about sharing her
opinion. She captured the ears of stay-at-home and working moms on her blog, BacknGrooveMom, chronicling
her adventures in parenting tweens and running a business, often at the same
time. To her, work/life/family balance is an urban legend, but she does her
best.
Rachel has also blogged for The Huffington Post and Modern Mom. Most recently, her insights
can be found in USA TODAY, where she
shares conversations at “In Bed with a Romance Author” and reading recommendations over at “Happy Ever After.”
Rachel lives around the corner from her
childhood home in Pennsylvania with her family and two beagles. Her obsessions
include running, coffee, basketball, icing-filled doughnuts, antiheroes, and
mighty fine epilogues.
When she isn’t writing, she can be found
courtside, tweeting about hoops as her son plays, or walking around the house
wearing earplugs while her other son, the drummer, bangs away.
Connect with Rachel
Website: http://www.rachelblaufeld.com
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